Page 11 of Into the Blue
I reach for something, anything to sink my fingers into, to hold on to what little grasp of reality I could find. My body bows over and my bid for purchase in the sheets below us ends up including his long hair. I feel their resistance as I pull his locs in my grip, wave after wave of intense tremors wracking my body.
He hums in low tones contentedly through my core, keeping firm pressure on that spot inside of me until finally I’m spent and smothering him under my body.
After a few moments, when I try to catch my breath, I remember there is a person under me.
Blue sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my thigh that makes me yelp in surprise and scramble off of him. He takes a deep inhale once he’s freed from between my legs.
I look at the spot where his teeth have left indents.He marked me?It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but it might bruise.Will definitely bruise.I know he couldn’t necessarily breathe, but somehow I know he didn’t do it simply because he wanted air.
By the time I stop thinking about it, he’s up and over at the nightstand taking the package of wipes out to clean his face. “So, when do you work again?”
“Work again?”
He’s not gonna fuck me?
What. The. FUCK?
He can’t just—
Wait.
This is exactly where I need him to be. Even though I would like to finish what he started. I’ll be spending way too much time thinking about whether or not I’ve developed a questionable knife kink because of this man.
“Yea.” He puts another piece of gum into his mouth with the kind of cool, calm that is infuriating considering the turn of my thoughts. “What nights you here?”
Confusion still bangs around my skull and I can’t keep the question in. “You’re leaving?”
He doesn’t answer, instead walking over to the door and knocking once.
Fighting the urge to let my mouth hang open, I’m still naked on the bed. I should grab one of those wipes for myself, since it doesn’t look like he’s gonna stick around—let alone clean me up. Before I can reach for the drawer and get what I’m looking for, the music from the club filters in as one of his guards hands him a bag.
Blue takes out five stacks of cash that are neatly bundled and puts them on the small table by the door.
“This the last time imma say I hate repeatin’ myself.” He turns to face me fully and allows the door to close behind him. “When do you work again?”
That weight of his presence presses against me, menace teasing along the edges.
I’ve caught his attention and that was the whole point of me being here. If I expect to get what I came here for then I need to keep it. Pissing him off is probably not the best way to do that.
“I work weekends through Wednesdays,” I respond after giving myself the clean up he hasn’t.
He nods, but doesn’t respond right away. I take the pause in our conversation to decide what I’ll do next.
My outfit lay in shreds on the floor, so I have nothing to wear out of this room. It smells of what we did and how I almost lost the whole damn plot because he made my legs shake.
I press into the left wall by the tablet and it opens to reveal the club robes that are kept in there. Allen told us we give nothing away for free—like I didn’t already know that. As I shrug it on, Blue frowns in a way that feels too comical for the big man.
“What?” I ask, taking time to take my hair out of the collar and assess how I’m looking in the mirror on the closet door. I normally just blow-dry my hair and braid it to sleep so there is a soft wave in the length that remains voluminous around me. Right now, it's hot under my hair and under his scrutiny.
“Nothin’,” he responds, coming back into the room to stand behind me. In the reflection, I’m able to see how good we look together. It’s a jarring thought because—what the hell? I’m not supposed to be thinking abouttogether.
He. Is. A. Mark.
How I keep forgetting when he’s touching me.
And he is. Touching me, that is.
His hands are on my waist and I know the touch is possessive.Just like the bite he left me on my thigh.
