Page 58 of Hearts Held
I lean in closer, gently kissing the top of her head.
“I need…” I move my lips down the side of her face, feeling her skin prickle beneath my fingertips.
“For you…”
Hovering my lips over hers, I state, “To trust me. To train.”
Feeling her breath upon my lips she asks, “That’s all?”
I smile. “And to kiss me.”
I can feel her rise onto her tiptoes as her lips collide with mine. Tightly wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her closer to me. The heat of her body licks down my spine, melting my nerve endings and igniting my soul. Her scent fills my senses and I’m flooded with endorphins. I want to stay here, in this moment. She makes me feel. For so long I carried a wall of ice around me, focusing on work and maintaining an unfulfilled lifestyle.
This.
This is what I have been missing.
This makes me feel truly alive for this first time in my pathetic life.
I need her.
Her tongue delves into my mouth as one hand climbs up my chest and the other grasps my hair. I feel tension of our souls pulling against one another.
The electricity from our bodies dances across my veins.
I need more.
Sucking on her bottom lip, I cause a throaty moan to escape her.
She grasps my locks harder as I sear our bodies together.
While our passion is igniting, we are interrupted by Dr. Shit Bag’s increasingly frequent groans and moans.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter onto her lips, trying to extinguish my annoyance as Brielle sighs. “I’ll take care of this.”
Whispering, she replies, “You can’t take care of everything for me. My landlord, my apartment, now this?” She gestures with one finger toward Dr. Shit Bag as my eyebrows draw toward my hairline.
“So, you have a farm where all the bodies of your enemiesgo?” I ask.
She playfully pushes my shoulder, then realization sets into her features. Her eyes soften with sadness, and her shoulders sag.
“I nearly killed him. Am I a terrible person?” she quietly asks.
Placing her face between my hands, I stare into her eyes confidently. “Love, we are all terrible people one way or another. It depends on the day, it depends on the event. But if we had to be honest, Piggy is the most terrible here. Look at how savage he is.”
Both of our heads turn toward the scene.
Piggy’s large ginger body lies on the floor, all four paws sprawled out, completely exhausted. But he relents holding on to Dr. Shit Bag’s pant leg, intermittently shaking his head, trying to keep his aggressive demeanor.
Blood slowly pools onto the wooden floor from the bite mark he delivered to the limb. Piggy boy is trying so hard to be a fierce protector, but in the end, he has the stamina of a lazy-ass walrus.
“I’ll deal with this.” I state, drawing her closer to me and inhaling her perfume. “I don’t mind taking care of things for you.”
Chapter 16: Brielle
Off to The Races, Lana Del Rey
The crisp paper glides along my fingers as I count the last of my earnings for the week. Each hour, I regretfully think of Dr. Brendon and wonder what happened to him. My imagination holds no bounds for what a gangster like Everett could have done to him.
