“Oh God. Yes.”
“If that bed was clean, I’d be spreading these legs of yours and fucking you so hard I’d break you, but I’ll settle for you coming all over my dick right here.”
I take everything he gives me and still want more. I still need more of him. I doubt I’ll ever not need him. He’s become a part of me, and I don’t know what I’d do without him. He brings me to the edge, and I reach down and circle my clit. It tips me overand his thrusts become harder and faster. He fills me with his release, and his head drops onto my shoulder.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispers.
His distraction worked and as we walk back down to the party, there’s no tension left in my shoulders. I don’t miss the glares from a couple of girls on the couch as they take in Darius’s hand around mine, but I brush them off. It’s not like they’ll say anything to me. Not many people acknowledge me here, but I don’t care. I’m only here because of Darius.
The moment my feet hit the bottom stair, loud pops pierce the air. It takes me seconds to realise they’re gun shots. Before I can look to Darius, he’s pushing me down onto the floor and running for the front door. The shots don’t stop, and my pounding heart drowns out the frantic chaos around me. Scrambling across the carpet, I join Clare behind the armchair, and she wraps her arms around me. Squeezing my eyes shut, all I hear are the guys yelling and the shots. I desperately want to see where Darius ran off to, but I dare not move even for a second.
The shots stop and the silence that follows is eerily calm. It’s interrupted by car tires screeching and then the guys are rushing back into the house. Guessing it’s over and safe once again, I stand from behind the chair and meet Darius’s eye across the room.
His chest heaves with what I’m sure is relief. I drag my gaze up and down him and do the same. Why the hell would he run into a gun fight? I know this is his life but surely in this situation he should take cover until the danger is over.
I’m pushed to the side as Tariq comes for Clare. He frantically looks her over, pulling her against him when he sees she’s fine. It’s now that I see they are a real couple and there are genuine feelings. Whatever they are, it’s not a fleeting fling.
I go over to Darius, noting the bullet holes in the screen door and the front of the house. The casings scattered on the floor behind the couch.
“You need to leave,” he grunts, not meeting me in the eye.
“Excuse me?”
He grabs me by the wrist and yanks me out front of the house. I can barely keep up with his long strides as he drags me up the street to my car outside his house.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Nowhere near the pain you’d feel if you had gotten shot,” he snaps, throwing open my car door.
He goes to push me inside when I set my back straight and shove against him.
“Darius, what the…”
“Get out of here, Amelia. Go home.”
“What about Clare?”
“She’s Tariq’s business,” he throws at me.
“Will you call me tomorrow?”
“I haven’t got time for this shit, Amelia.”
“You haven’t…? Christ, you’re the one who just pushed me down and left me and you think I’m just going to leave when…”
He moves so fast I don’t see him coming and gets in my face. “Do you not understand what just fucking happened?”
“Of course I do,” I snap.
“You were in the house, I knew you were safe.”
“Then why are you getting so angry with me?”
He softens for a moment and then the anger returns.
“Don’t come around here again. You don’t belong here, you don’t have a fucking clue, and I don’t have the time to even want to look out for you. You’re the classiest fuck I’ve ever had but it’s done now. Go. Home.”
He storms back toward Tariq’s house, and I catch his mother sneaking a look out of the window.
