Page 6 of Dimitri
A man is making his way to a stretch limousine idling in the lower section of the parking lot. Despite the fact he’s clutching an umbrella, his trench coat is the only protection his pricy suit has from the downpour. He has an arrogant walk, similar to the one a quarterback does when running onto the field during State Championship weekend. It’s more teasingly paced, though, and mesmerizing.
I’m paying more attention to his cocky strut than the sneaky slip of Eddie’s hand. Instead of caressing the lace edging of my panties, his hand is now burrowed deep inside the inexpensive material.
Although this is the furthest we’ve gone, and we could be busted at any moment, for the life of me, I can’t get the word ‘stop’ to fall out of my mouth. My jaw is hanging too low from my eyes briefly colliding with the stranger’s to follow the prompts of my brain.
He’s spotted my gawk, but instead of calling for security, he slants his head to the side and rakes his eyes down my body. He drinks it all in—my black mid-thigh boots, my miniskirt and skin-tight shirt, and my bleached to within-an-inch-of-death hair.
He even takes in Eddie’s fumbling hand as he strives to find my clit.
The last part he finds more amusing than arousing. His smirk tells me this, much less the humor blazing through his expressive eyes when he returns them to my face. I expect him to wink, then walk away, too cultured to watch two teens fumble their way to third base, but he surprises me for the second time this afternoon by sticking around to watch the show.
His scrutiny should have me clamping around Eddie’s fingers in disgust, but it seems to have the opposite effect. Instead of announcing to Eddie that we have an audience, I adjust the span of my thighs to ensure he can notch the rest of his finger inside of me before breathing heavily into his neck, encouraging his pursuit.
The stranger’s dark, rain-flopped hair hides most of his face, only the tiniest snippet of blue pops out of the flattened mess, but I’m confident in saying he’s gorgeous. You don’t have the suffocating aura he does with a cat’s bunghole for a face. His whole persona screams of wealth and superiority, albeit a little blackened by haunted memories.
I guarantee he’s brutally beautiful, and the thought of unearthing his dark side has me acting wildly reckless.
A grunted moan leaves Eddie’s lips when he finally locates my clit. He thinks I’m giving myself to him, when in reality, that’s far from the truth. I’m not imagining his thumb circling the bundle of nerves between my legs. My focus isn’t on him in the slightest. I have nothing but the piercing blue eyes of a stranger on my mind, and they have me even wetter than the downpour that’s drenching the handsome stranger.
“You’re so responsive to my touch,” Eddie mutters into my ear a short time later while flicking my clit like he knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t, but my body is wired so tight from the dark-haired man’s watch, it’s happy to pretend he does. “I knew you’d be explosive. All blondes are—”
I clamp my hand over Eddie’s mouth, shutting him up. “Shh, you’ll get us busted.” I’m not really worried, his words are barely whispers, but I can’t hear him and the stranger’s shallow breaths at the same time.
Even the way the dark-haired man breathes is sexy, all rugged and unhinged. I imagine his heated breaths fanning my skin when he places feather-like kisses from my ankle to my inner thigh. Just the thought of his mouth floating over my aching sex has zaps sparking through me. I bet he gives good head, and he’d smell divine while doing it—like expensive cologne and over-priced whiskey. He wouldn’t wear shop-bought deodorant just like he wouldn’t drink bottom-shelf whiskey. He’s too refined for that, too sophisticated, so wickedly evil he’ll watch a woman be brought to ecstasy on a lazy Friday afternoon like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do.
“Yes, Roxie,” Eddie moans on a growl when the sinfulness of what I’m doing unexpectedly slams into me. He’s barely touching me, but I swan dive over a cliff, shuddering, moaning, and coming wholly undone. I’ve always been a little edgier than my friends. I don’t shy away when challenged and am willing to give anything a try once, but this, this is new even for someone with as little morals as me. “Give me the sweet nectar of your loins.”
I cringe through the remainder of my climax instead of relishing it.
Sweet nectar of my loins? Who says that?
I’m not the only one shocked by Eddie’s lack of class. I can’t hear the stranger’s laughter, but I most certainly can see it. His chest is rising and falling as rapidly as mine. He isn’t sucking in much-needed breaths like me, though. He’s struggling to hold in the laughter rumbling in his chest—laughter he loses the ability to harness when a security guard arrives out of nowhere.
“Hey, you, you can’t dothatthere!”
When the guard sprints down the alleyway, Eddie dumps me onto my feet so quickly, my backside is subjected to a nasty graze compliments to the brickwork he had me hoisted against. I’m horrified for the second time in under three seconds when he pivots on his heels and darts in the direction opposite the one the guard is coming from, leaving me defenseless to the angry, weapon-wielding man.
I just climaxed. I can’t run, and I’m not going to mention how my legs can’t pump in the stupid boots I bought specifically to woo him. Furthermore, the security officer isn’t a standard old overweight, balding man. He’s so fit-looking, he’d be able to chase me down even if I hadn’t orgasmed.
“Eddie, come back!”
When he continues hightailing it, I realize it’s me against the world—as it always is.My wit is the only currency I have, and its rarity doesn’t make it priceless.
After flashing a quick glance to the stranger, I dash in the direction Eddie went. I’m on a scholarship to college. If I get arrested, my plans will go up in smoke like this godforsaken shithole did a decade ago. The community was supposed to rebuild. Instead, half the townsfolks packed up and left, leaving nothing but a wasteland of desecration.
I’m partway down the alleyway when the bang of a gun booms into my ears. While freezing like a statue, I survey the area. The guard’s boots no longer thud against the road surface. I can’t even hear his frantic breaths. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I was the only person in the alleyway.
With my heart in my throat, I crank my neck back to add images to the theories running through my hazy head. The euphoria pumping through me seconds ago shifts to despair when I spot the security officer slumped on the ground. Blood is seeping through the back of his uniform, and his arms are pinned beneath him like he was struck down midstride.
When I stray my eyes to the end of the alleyway, my heart thumps out a jazzy melody. My wide-with-terror eyes make the dark-haired stranger hard to see, but I don’t need 20/20 vision to recognize the black object in his hand. He has a gun, and its barrel is pointed my way.
I blink several times in a row when the bang of a gun being fired for the second time ricochets down the alleyway. While my stomach braces for impact, my pathetically-short life flashes before my eyes. The video montage is over in less than two seconds, but disappointed is the only pain I’m experiencing. Even with the cruel sound of a bullet shredding through a hard surface echoing in my ears, I somehow remain uninjured.
Certain my mind is playing tricks on me, I pivot around to investigate where the crunching sound originated from. I grow untrusting of my legs to keep me upright when I take in remnants of a security camera hanging messily from the corner of a Publix supermarket chain. Its exposed wires reveal it’s a hardwired device, however it won’t be recording anything but brickwork right now.
Although lost on what the hell is happening, I can’t help but shift my focus back to the unnamed man at the end of the alley. I should be in fear for my life, but for some reason, I’m not. He gunned down a guard for me, I’m certain of it.
My lungs take stock of their oxygen levels when he winks at me as I anticipated earlier before he spins on his heels and enters an idling stretch limousine, leaving me alone with a dead man and no alibi.
