Page 54 of Dark Obsession
"What? No." I shook my head and pulled his hand closer to me as we jogged across the street.
"Yeah. You do. You might not know that you can, but your little pussy wants to pump out more than you're letting it." He reached up and touched the side of my face.
I glanced around and shook my head. "Are we really having this conversation next to the park where anyone could hear us?"
"I don't see anyone but you." He gripped the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me a few times. "Open up to me, Jenna. Let me in deep. It's the only place I wanna be."
"Is deep inside of me?" I whispered and studied his face, falling even more in love with him. He was vulgar, crude, unconventional. The polar opposite to me.
"You know it, princess. My place, or yours?" He kissed me again and moved toward the bike.
"No sandwiches?"
"We can fix something back at the house. Whose are we going to?" He got on the bike and reached for my dress.
"Mine. Let's go to mine." I got on the back of the bike and pressed myself to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly again. The delicious ache between my thighs combined with my blood pumping violently around my system had me feeling a little dizzy.
My eyes met up with the shop owner as we pulled away. She didn't look nearly as disturbed as she had a few minutes earlier. The expression was more of a longing.
A desire to have what I had.
"I love you," I whispered softly into the wind and kissed the back of Nate's shoulder. It was the truth, though I was sure it would be the death of me.
He'd get complacent and leave. Why on earth would he stay?
* * *
"You want mayonnaise or mustard on you-" I paused at the opening to the living room and smiled. Nate was sound asleep on my couch, his thick body filling up the whole thing with nothing more than a sliver left on the inside part. I'd be joining him soon.
I walked back into the kitchen and picked up my half-sandwich before shuffling through the mail sitting on my counter. Bills. Junk mail.
The last envelope in the pile caught my attention. It was unmarked as to who might have sent it, but I knew the handwriting for my name and address anywhere.
Darek.
My heart almost stopped as I walked over to the kitchen table and dropped down into a seat. I flipped the card over and set my sandwich down. The date stamped on the back was the day my brother died.
"Fuck," I whispered and swallowed hard. Not wanting to sit in ignorance another minute, I tore the thing open and unfolded the single sheet of notebook paper with shaky hands.
Jenna,
I'm sure I'm overreacting, but who knows. If anything happens to me - ever, my password to my computer at the house is Dalling29954. Like our old dog that you and I picked out together.
My eyes filled with tears, and a sob lodged in my throat. I'd forced myself to not think about my brother too much after the funeral. He was gone and where I knew his bitch bride had something to do with it, I needed to tread lightly. I'd threatened her at the funeral, and even though I hadn't done anything to fulfill the threat, she had to be nervous.
My father would find out what the fuck was going on, or one of his boys would. Until now. Now that I had this...
If you get this and I'm still barking orders at you and being a cock all the time, then destroy it, but if I'm gone. You know... dead, go look at the "Conversations" folder in my personal files and type in that password. Search through it and make sure that whoever fucked me up gets brought to justice. Some weird shit has been happening lately and paranoia is taking over.
Be safe and forgive me. I just want you to be comfortable and taken care of.
I love you, Sis.
Darek.
Brushing the tears from my eyes, I tucked the letter back into the envelope and took a shaky breath. What in the world would set my brother off to believe that death was after him? Had it been something that Denise said, or did?
I had to get over to his house and check it out, but how? The bitch was still living there. I needed to figure out how to get her out of there.
Maybe Nate could help. Maybe it was time to open up to him and explain what was going on. I stood up and moved to the living room, crawling over him and laying down in the tight spot beside the cushions.
He turned to face me and wrapped me in a tight hug, mumbling something that sounded like, "I love you”. I doubted it was, but I needed it to be just that.
Maybe I was wishing for too much.
