I was fucking pissed whenheshowed up to pick her up for a date. How did he find her? Does she know who he is? I can’t believe she’s entertaining this man again. For her sake she should be glad nothing happened between them that night. They went to dinner and he dropped her back off. That was it.
Maybe without her having her memory, he doesn’t want her anymore. She’s pretty plain in comparison to what I think a man like him would go for anyways, and she was already mine, so she wasn’t up for grabs.
I didn’t give her much alone time after that. I couldn’t let her think she could be with anyone else but me. I spent the week at her apartment even though she made it pretty clear she didn’t want me around. I keepasking her what she’s been doing lately, but she brushes it off and either says she’s working, at the bookstore, or hanging out with a friend. The problem with that story was, I already knew she had no friends.
I gave her plenty of chances to tell me about him but she wouldn’t, she was being cagey and would change the topic any time I asked. I guess that was fair after the way I treated her when she asked about her memory loss. I decided I wanted to give her space to see if she’d go to him again.
The moment I told her I’m working a night shift, she jumped at the chance to go see him, making it easy. I followed her to the bar and watched as she interacted with him. She’s different around him, not acting like the Emily I’ve spent years building. With him, she’s carefree and daring. I fucking hate it.
She convinces him to follow her out of the bar, assuming she was taking him back to the apartment, but I was wrong. They came to a stop next to the park before she dragged him towards the swing. What the fuck is she doing?
She pushes him down on the swing and kisses him. I’m too far away to hear anything they’re saying, but that doesn’t really matter. When she jumps up to straddle him in the swing is when I almost lose it. I want to walk up and rip her off his lap, but I need to see how far she goes. She starts moving in his lap and I look away.
If I watch it, I know I’ll lose control of my anger and snap. Is she really about to fuck him out in the open where anyone can see? She’s MINE but she’s running around acting like a free bird. I stay rooted in my spot until I hear the unmistakable sound of her coming. If I don’t leavenow I’ll kill her out of pure anger, and I didn’t feel like dealing with the consequences of that. I needed time away to form a plan, but I have to do it without causing suspicion. I’ll keep her whether she likes it or not.
She didn’t get to leave me after all the shit she’d put me through.
Chapter 13
Emily
Atlas picks me up, placing me on the hood of his car. Not wasting a single second, his hands are on me immediately as he starts to peel my hoodie away from my body. I’m not sure what it is about this man that makes me want him no matter where we are. I don’t care that we are in a public parking garage where anyone could see us– we could be on a crowded sidewalk and I probably wouldn’t notice.
When I was with him, the rest of the world didn’t exist. I just want to feel loved by him. I don’t care I’m only wearing a bra underneath, but he seems pleased to find that out. His hands tangle into my hair as he devours me in a kiss. His kisses always feel like desperation and devotion wrapped together, but I wasn’t sure if I was alone in the feeling.
His hands leave my hair and start a path down my body. His fingers skim across the pulse point in my neck, squeezing lightly before he continues his path. Something about his fingers around my neck made me smile every time.His fingers trail across my collar bone like he’s tracing them to memory. His hand skates around each breast, not actually touching, but enough to raise my heart rate.
The man is good with his hands.
His touch leaves a burning sensation in its path. My back arches off the hood, bringing my chest closer to him. He chuckles under his breath before giving me what I want. He kneads my breast through the bra, but his grip is hard enough it doesn’t matter. He pinches both nipples before he continues on.
Once his hands reach my waist, his mouth follows the same path. My skin pebbles underneath the wet kisses and quick nips he’s leaving as he makes his way down my body. I really hope the marks will last a few days. I want to be able to see them marking my skin when I need reassurance. I want the proof of his love on my body when I no longer love myself.
His tongue licks across the swell of each breast before biting hard enough to leave a bruise. I grab the back of his head, holding him to me– I want more. I don’t want him to have the option of stopping. Using his teeth, he yanks the cups of my bra down far enough to release my nipples. They pebble as soon as they hit the air. He places a few wet kisses and nips along my ribs, his hands gripping tighter on my thighs.
I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against him. He chuckles against me but continues his teasing, licking up between my breast and around each nipple, getting closer and closer with each pass, but still not touching them. Fuck that. I grab a fist full of his hair and yank his mouth down to my nipple.
“So impatient, Chaos.”
Before I can respond, he flicks his tongue across my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My back arches into him as a moan escapes my throat.
“Is that what you wanted?”
I just nod my head as he continues his assault, trailing kisses to the other breast before doing the same thing. He pulls my legs from around his waist and moves them to his shoulders as he drops to his knees between my legs. He bites my thighs as he gets closer and closer to my center. He blows against my core and my face heats with a blush. If I was as wet as I felt, then I was pretty sure he could see it.
“You’re so wet for me Chaos that you soaked through these tiny shorts.”
Biting me through the fabric, he pulls my shorts and panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds, spreading my wetness around. He sucks his finger clean and moans at the taste before leaning back down and flicking his tongue across my clit.
Beep Beep Beep.
Beep Beep Beep.
Beep Beep Beep.
My eyes blink open with a groan. Damn it! You have to be fucking kidding me. That dream was so vivid it felt real. The wetness between my thighs told me it was real enough. I don’t think I’ve ever had a sex dream before. I guess there’s a first time for everything. I blink my eyes and I can still picture the entire dream. It feels almost like it’s ingrained in my mind like a memory. I can still feel his hands and mouth on mybody like he was actually there.
I reluctantly drag myself out of bed and get ready for my shift. I don’t really want to go to work today but it gets me out of the house and away from Trevor. After all my time spent with Atlas, I get the sense of déjá vu more often than I’m comfortable with. The more it happens, the more I believe it has something to do with the events of the past year I can’t remember.
