Page 14 of Freaks
“Simple doesn’t always mean better.”
“For you it would.”
He watched me. I counted each of his breaths and the seconds between them. God, he was so fucking spectacular. Completelyother. So strange, and exciting, and different. I was a firm believer in evolution. I’d never questioned the science of evolution before, but now I kept stumbling across holes in the theory. There was no way Fix had evolved alongside other men like Gareth. Yes, he was human. He was tall, but not abnormally so. He was in possession of the correct number of arms and legs. He was officially a member of the Homo Sapien family, but there was more to him than that. The unearthly feeling that settled over me whenever he studied me in that intense, penetrating manner of his, and the way his eyes seem to dance and spark with understanding and comprehension, even though I often hadn’t even opened my mouth—it all made him appear to be so muchmorethan human. As if he lived on a higher plane of existence. One that ran parallel to the everyday reality I occupied, and he could see and feel everything I could see and feel, but he was privy to far more from his lofty vantage point over the world.
“Nothing will ever be simple after you, Sera.” Unraveling my hair from around his finger, he reached down and took my hand. Thoughtfully, he turned it over and began to trace the lines of my palm. “I’m unwilling to even think about what my life would look like if you decided to turn around and walk away from me.”
“You don’t need to think about it. It’s not going to happen. But if it did,” I said, arching an eyebrow at him. “Then you’re supposed to tell me you’d never want anyone else. That you wouldn’t evenconsidersleeping with another woman.”
“My, my. Are you getting a little possessive over my dick, Sera Lafferty?”
“Of course not. It just…belongsto me.” I tried valiantly to keep a straight face.
Fix lit me up with those devastating silvery eyes of his. I was locked onto his mouth, watching his full lips form the words, when he said, “My dick’s like a Porsche, Sera. You just bought it. Paid an insane amount for it. But you’ve been sitting in the passenger’s seat, afraid to get behind the wheel. You’ve been lettingmedrive it ever since we met. I think it’s about time you took control, don’t you? See what this thing can really do.”
Flushed with heat, heart somersaulting, my pulse galloping, I opened my mouth…and realized I had no clue what to say to that.
Fix hummed. He placed his hands either side of me, trapping me between his arms. “You’re blushing.”
“Thanks for the notification.”
“You’re throwing off enough heat to give me sunburn.”
“Heat doesn’t give people sunburn.”
“Touché. I suppose my flawless complexion is safe, then.” He rocked his head back and ran his tongue over his teeth, considering me. “You’re fucking beautiful, Sera.”
“Even when I’m beet red?”
“Yes. Especially then.”
He leaned forward, pressing his hips against mine, and I stifled a knowing laugh. “Wow. Really? I cannot believe you’re turned on right now.”
“What can I say? Tying guys up and dumping them in my bathtub really gets my dick hard.” His mood had very plainly shifted from angry to teasing—and teasing me was one of his favorite things to do. Itwasn’tthe fact that we were holding someone captive in his bathroom that was turning him on. It was the fact that I’d just told him I owned his dick. And he wasn’t going to let me get away with not proving it.
I moved my hand down and placed my palm against him through his jeans. Fix’s nostrils flared, the muscles in his jaw popped as he clenched his jaw. I almost crowed with victory as I tightened my grip around his cock and his eyes almost rolled back into his head.
“Should I be making some sort of joke about your stick shift?” I whispered.
“Only if you want me to make one about my engines revving.”
“Yeah, let’s skip the jokes. How about I just do this…” I unfastened his fly, slowly unzipping his pants. I placed my palm against the washboard, taut flatness of his stomach, trying not to hold my breath like a lovestruck teenager as I began to slide my hand down the front of his boxers. I grasped him firmly, and Fix’s head dropped, hanging down, his shoulders tensing as I worked my hand up and down his shaft.
He’d tormented me so many times. Propelled me to the point of insanity with his featherlight touch. It was time for some motherfucking payback. Swiftly, I moved, spinning us around, so that his back was pressed up against the kitchen counter.
“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you,” I whispered into his ear. “For the next thirty minutes, you’re my plaything. You do what you’re told, or I’m going to punish you.”
His body seemed to be vibrating with anticipation as he leaned back against the wall, raising his hands in the air. His eyes were burning white fire. “Have the thirty minutes started yet? Beca—”
I pushed myself up onto my tiptoes and I fastened his lower lip—hissplitlip—into my mouth, biting down and pulling hard.
“Argh!Fuck!”
I released him. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, and when he drew it away, his skin was marked with his blood. The dark look he shot me said a thousand words. Most of them were expletives, but the others were something along the lines of,‘I’m impressed. You’re really not fucking around.’’
I fired back a look of my own. ‘I know. Now don’t let that smart mouth of yours get you in trouble again.’
Fix shuddered as I tightened my hold around his cock, and a shot of adrenalin fizzed in my blood. This was going to be interesting. His skin was like velvet, the rigid muscle underneath smooth and hard. Working my hand up and down the length of him, I used one hand to reach around my back and undo my bra strap. I only had to release him for quick second as I stripped out of both my shirt and my bra at the same time, but by the look on Fix’s face made it seem as though the lack of contact had been far, far too long.
