Page 35 of Hopeless Magic
He settles back into his blanket.
“Not right now anyway.” I smirk to myself, slightly pleased to see him scowling again.
Again, he cocks his head at me and we hold glares for several seconds. His jaw tics, and he stands. He jerks his blanket from the ground and his feet scuff angrily against the dirt. With long strides, he makes his way toward me. He throws the blanket near my side and lies down. I jump when his warm arm wraps around my cold stomach.
“What are you doing?” My spine is stiff against his chest.
“Making sure we don’t lose our guide.”
“By cuddling me? You’re fighting back with cuddles?” I keep my eyes on the flickering flames, refusing to look at him as he holds me.
“I’m not a cuddler.” His breath fans against my neck, a tingling sensation follows its wake.
“This feels suspiciously like cuddling, Rio.”
“I hate when you call me that.”
A smirk curves my lips. I’m going to have to say that’s a victory for the night. It was a good night all in all. I got to see Darrio almost naked, my clothes are partially clean, and now I’m surrounded by warmth as I sleep.
In comparison to my normal nights alone on the streets, tonight’s been decent.
My legs shift against his. A constricting feeling begins to build in my chest from my lack of space. I guess I’m not used to being so close to someone. It makes me more restless. I wiggle a little, trying to find comfort on the ground with the weight of Darrio pressing into me.
Then I still, my eyes going wide as I feel his hard dick low against my back.
“Stop. Moving.” His gravelly voice demands into my hair.
My lips part with a surprised smile. A warm feeling spreads through me, my heart skipping slightly.
I’m not sure why the dirty thoughts begin to fly through my mind, but they do.
With intent, I roll my hips; shifting a little more. His large hand splays wide across my abdomen.
“I said stop moving.” It’s a plea almost; gruff and rasping.
My thighs clench from just the sound of his voice against my neck.
His voice always sinks right into me, and right now it seems to drive deep into my chest.
Slow movements fill my hips as I grind against him. His head dips low, leaning into my neck. Warm, heavy breaths kiss my shoulder blade.
“Zakara.” His whisper soaks into me, sinking right to my core.
All of the terrible things we’ve said to one another have led to this.
Rough fingers skim down my hips, over my underwear. He cups me between my legs and my lips part.
My eyes fling open, assessing our surroundings. The other two men still face the woods. Their snores are barely heard over my gasping breath.
For a second, my mind tries to think this through. I try desperately to think through the haze in my mind to find an ulterior motive that Darrio might have for getting me in this position.
Could he hurt me?
Steal from me?
What does he gain?
His lips press lightly against the curve of my neck. He shifts against me. Swiftly he pushes my underwear to the side and I feel his smooth length against me.
