Page 27 of Freaks Of Nature
I swing the door shut behind me and follow the walkway at the side of the house to get to the street where I take a right, marching down the road we entered the neighborhood on.
My breath hitches. I don’t know what I’m doing. He’s right. I won’t get an Uber. I can’t walk all the way home. I’m fucked.
Muttering to myself, I hear his bike behind me. He gains on me in seconds.
Mason pulls up on my left. I don’t acknowledge him, but in my periphery, I can see he’s back in his black hoodie, a helmet for me nestled in his lap. Matching my pace, he swerves lazily side to side like he’s mocking me again.
I hug my arms around myself and keep my eyes straight, but I don’t miss the derisive swivel of his head before he accelerates to come to a stop a few feet ahead.
My legs halt. We both know I have no leverage for a stand-off, and as I reflect on my lack of options, I have to admit he’s persistent.
And not to mention patient for an asshole. Lifting the helmet from his lap, he extends it toward me, and waits.
I won’t go so far as calling the gesture chivalrous—there is no honor in what he did—but he could’ve said fuck it after I declined his offer and stormed out. Yet here he is, making sure I get home safely.
I drop my arms with a sigh and march up to him, hands balled into fists. Before he can catch the tears welling in my eyes, I snatch the helmet from him and strap it on, then mount the bike behind him.
Mace
My gloved hand reaches back to rub the outside of her thigh any chance I get.
I know it’s no consolation, and won’t make her despise me any less, but I don’t want her to think we’re done with her now that we had our fun. This is far from over. I’m only getting started, and I need to placate her somehow to get her to trust me.
Her body remains tense against mine; nothing like the way it molded to me earlier. She’s pissed. Understandably. But she didn’t exactly put up any resistance; she opened her legs… rocked herself against me. I would’ve stopped had she told me to.
Instead, I listened to her body’s cues, to the exhilarated beat of her pulse matching mine, to the desperation in her kiss.
Fuck, I want to draw her like that, with her features tense, lips parted in a moan, and eyes pinched shut in ecstasy as she took the full thrusts of my cock to the very root. I could sketch her from memory alone. Even the image of her deep-throating me has burned itself into my mind.
My fingers squeeze her thigh. I can’t stop touching her. I need to taste her again. Feel her legs tighten around me.
Her muscles flex against my palm.
I’ve seen her ride with Ash when I followed them, the way she leaned into him with full confidence and a sense of intimacy. There’s none of that ease between us. Her fists clutch the front of my hoodie to the point where her knuckles turn white, but I know if it wasn’t for her fear of falling off, she wouldn’t hold onto me at all. Like I’m all sharp corners and edges, and she’s afraid to get bruised.
I revel in the fact that she can’t escape my touch on the bike. For this brief moment, she’s all mine. I don’t have to share her.
I pull up to the curb at her shitty apartment. Emily is off the seat, undoing the clasp beneath her chin before I get my visor up.
The light of the street lamp blinds me, but I catch the shimmer in her eyes as she removes her helmet.
My right hand locks around her wrist when she lowers it.
I tug.
“Let go!” she snaps at me.
I don’t. “Not until you tell me why you’re crying.”
“What, you can’t guess?”
“I want to hear you say it.” I can’t let her go like this. I know what I saw. I know the truth.
Her hands clutch the helmet tighter. I feel her tremble. “You… you…”
“I?” my voice coaxes her.
“You took advantage of me. I didn’t agree to that.”
