“Maybe later, I can’t do it right now Raiden,” I answer him honestly. I want to take some time for myself, nothing to keep me company except the white lines and the other cars on the road. Something to clear my head.
“Where are you? Tell me please, I’m worried about you.” His voice is somber.
“I’ll be okay, tiny dancer. I still have to pick you up tonight, remember?” I try to make a smile grace his face, but he doesn’tsay anything and I start to feel insecure, letting those dreadful thoughts from early start to creep in. “Unless you don’t want to anymore.”
“I do, I want to spend every minute I can with you.”
I shouldn’t, it's a recipe for disaster, but the thing about Raiden is I can’t fight it. I want to chase the disaster, chase the high I get from him. I’m a storm chaser, hunting him down and waiting as he causes damage and pray that he doesn't sweep me away in his tumultuous winds.
“Do you want to ride around with me for a little bit? Then we can go back to my parents’…” The rest of our plans are obvious from there. He’s coming over to my place again tonight and the promise of his body wrapped around mine is enough for me to swing the truck over to the exit ramp.
“Yeah, I do. Where do you want me to meet you?” He asks and that’s the million dollar question, because I can’t pull up to my parents’ road while everyone is congregating there for the party. Someone would realize and I would have a lot of explaining to do.
“Can you walk over to Thomas street? And I’ll pick you up on the sidewalk in front of the yellow house.” It’s a couple of blocks away from my parents’ house. Close enough for him to walk, but not so far that I have to worry about him walking.
“Yeah, how soon?” I can hear him rustling over the line.
“I can be there in five minutes,” I tell him, merging onto a side road that will lead me back to the area I need to be.
“I’ll start walking now.” The sound of a door opening creaks and then I hear the loud laughter of a child close by. “Oh my god, did you hear that?” Raiden’s laugh matches the child's enthusiasm. “They got a big chocolate bar from your mom and they’re stoked.”
“I’m glad, they always go out every year. But those prices are getting out of hand. Good for the kids though, not as much for the parents. They’ll be on a sugar high for the rest of the night.”
“The parents will probably eat the kids’ candy after they go to bed, so it’s a win-win for everyone around.”
I’m turning around a corner when I see Raiden, wearing his yellow costume and standing with his arms crossed to help conserve a small bit of his body heat. I crank up the heat in my truck, making sure it’s blowing nice and warm and turning the seat warmer on so it’ll be toasty when he gets in.
Pulling up to the curb, I click the unlock button and wait for him to get in before I take off. He leans across and kisses me on the corner of my mouth. I chase his mouth with my own but he’s too quick for me, sitting back in his seat and buckling up.
“Onward, trusty steed,” he demands in aholier- than- thoutone that works well with the costume he’s wearing.
I chuckle, but get off the curb and take a turn down the road past my parents. I feel a pang of remorse at my actions. Leaving Liam alone was a shitty thing to do, and now bailing on my parent’s party. But I can’t be all that choked up about it, because the happiness of Raiden riding shotgun is better than any feeling I’ve had lately. Having him with me, just watching him and being able to freely be with him, even if it's in the seclusion of my truck.
“Where are you taking me? If you’re going to murder me and hide the body you need to have a good escape plan. Like a way to get to Bolivia or somewhere else.” He looks so serious that I can’t help but bust a gut from laughing.
“I’m not worried about extradition. If I needed to kill you, you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone finding you.” At first, I’m worried that I’ll scare him off by reminding him what I was capable of during our time apart. I’ve learned and seen a lot in my time in the military.
“I can’t tell if I want to laugh because you got the joke for extradition, or be scared that you know how to kill me and not leave a trace.” His smile is lethal as he turns his body fully towards me, the seatbelt is the only thing restraining him fromcoming closer to me. I could easily lean over and undo it for him, but I want him to make the move. To prove to me how he feels. It’s all kinds of fucked up, but I’ve never claimed to have healthy people skills.
“I know lots of ways to kill and not leave a trace.” I smirk at him and he drums his fingers against his thigh deep in thought as he stares at me. His brown eyes cutting daggers into the side of my face, I can feel them on me as I try to focus my attention back on the road so I don’t wreck us.
“I can’t tell if that’s a turn on or a turn off.” His seat belt buckle unclips, and he leans closer to me over the center console.His breath dances against my face as he nose comes to my ear. The fresh smell of his floral perfume wafts over me and I breathe deeply, taking all of him in.
“Definitely a turn on,” he says. “Knowing how capable you are of man-handling me. Youcouldhurt me. Couldn’t you?”
I could, but I never want to. Even accidentally. I never want to put him in a position like that.
“I won’t.”
“What if I ask you to?”
My eyes nearly bug out of my head at his question. The sensual words combined with his breathy voice has my control waning as he traces his lips across my ear, pressing kisses behind it. I hold in the groan wanting to escape, it feels like he has a manual on my body and knows exactly what to do to set me off.
“I would be on my knees, looking up at you with your hard cock straining the front of your boxers,” he doesn’t finish his sentence and I’m left to my own imagination. It doesn’t have to think too hard because all I can think about is Raiden on his knees for me, in the same outfit he’s in right now. Makeup on and messily smudged from our passion.
I would break him apart, just to put him right back together.
“Choking on your dick, spit trailing down my chin as you fucked my throat. You wouldn’t take it easy on me, would you?”
