As soon as I said ‘guys’ she turned all kinds of red. Fuck. Exactly what I didn’t want to happen. “Hey, it’s okay. They won’t say anything. You have nothing to worry about.”
She nodded but doubt filled her eyes.
“Cynda, seriously, it’s all good. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you.”
“Okay, but…”
“I promise, baby. Let me get some towels and we’ll talk okay?”
Nodding, she watched as I slid the condom off and dragged on a pair of jeans laying on the floor. She looked so unsure of herself and I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay, but could I really tell her that? I didn’t know what would happen at the end of the two weeks, and I didn’t know if I was capable of making a long term commitment to anyone.
Forcing a smile I didn’t feel, I escaped the room. I’d just pulled open the refrigerator door when I heard the bus door slide open. Grabbing a couple of bottles of water, I waited to see who’d returned. Fury and Rage came in alone—both of them drunk as skunks and barely making it up the steps. Wrath followed them in and he had a blue haired woman with him, and holy fuck was her hair blue. Then I remembered it was the same woman I’d seen him with earlier at the party. Interesting he’d been with her allnight and brought her back with him? I’d have to get the shit from him on it tomorrow.
“Where’s Flame?”
Rage and Fury shrugged their shoulders and dropped into the seats at the table holding their heads.
“Wrath? Do you know where he is?”
“Uh, yeah he took a cab to go stay with Michelle since we didn’t have any shit to do tomorrow.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious? When did he get hooked on one woman?”
“Who the fuck knows, but I’m kinda busy right now, catch ya later,” he said as he squeezed the blue-haired woman he was with. We’d have fun with that tomorrow.
“Yeah, no problem.”
“Hey, remember if you fuckin’ puke you’ve gotta clean it up yourself.”
“Fuck you, Chaos.”
I smirked, getting exactly the answer I’d expected. It was the same thing every time.
Chapter Eighteen
Cynda…
As soon as he’d closed the door I fell backwards on the bed, and pulled the sheet over my head. Oh my God. I shouldn’t have done it, but it’d been freakin’ incredible. He did things to me...I wanted more. I’m sex crazed, it has to be that. He must have flipped some kind of switch when he made love to me, err fucked me. Let’s not go down that path, there’s no good ending there.
Where could it go, though? I had no intention of ending up like my mother. I would not wait my entire life for someone to come back who didn’t even know I existed. I loved her but I wasn’t going to repeat her life. I had plans and they didn’t include music. Once again I could hear Michelle in my head, asking me who I was trying so hard to convince.
Ugh…fuck me running. I shouldn’t have given in, but who could have looked into his face and said no? Not any one I knew—he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Yeah, I know he probably had itnailed down, but it worked and I wasn’t going to regret it no matter what happened next.
The door opened and I sat up in the bed pulling the sheets around my neck. He laughed when he saw me.
“Hiding now? A little late for that isn’t it?”
“I wasn’t sure it was you.”
“Gotcha. No one else comes in here besides me and now you. You don’t have to worry. I’d fuckin’ kill them if they did.”
I nodded, watching him move around the room. He kicked off his jeans and climbed on to the bed next to me, handing me a bottle of water.
“Thanks. What about the towels?”
“Fuck. I forgot,” He grinned. “I have some in here so it’s cool.” He opened one of the bottom drawers and pulled a couple out. “Now that I think about it, I’d rather clean you up with my tongue.”
The heat rose in my cheeks and I told myself this was normal and amazing and I needed to enjoy it while it lasts. Deciding itwas now or never, I tossed off the sheet and turned toward him smiling.
