Wench With Wings (22 page)

She felt real, alive and unbelievably unable to deny. “Go, Ayden.” He did wordlessly. She laid there unable to move, unable to think; at least the way she used to. Could one event, one guy really change the way your mind works, she sure thought so at this moment. She didn’t bother to get out of bed, she didn’t think her body would allow her to. She just wanted to stay unmoving, unthinking; just feeling and smelling him there, even though she made him leave.

He couldn’t look up the entire way home. When he did get there he went straight to his bed and refused to ever move. Determination to never forget the way she felt next to him, he closed his eyes and let pictures of her go through his mind. Let the feel of her under his hands caress him to sleep, even if he couldn’t.

Neither one of them got out of bed that night, nor the next day for classes. Not until it was his time for a tat. He stood at the front door unable to walk through, she stood at the top of her stairs unable to walk down. They both took a deep breath and moved forward. He walked straight to her taking his shirt off while staring in her eyes. She walked straight to him unable to break the lock he had with her eyes. They reached the chair and he slipped down into it as she grabbed her gun. “You know you wanted to break eye contact and look down to check out my body.” He joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’d rather not look at you at all.” She clicked back with a half smile.

“And yet here you sit unable to avoid touching me even if it’s only with your gun.”

“What can I say, I like giving you pain.”

“Don’t I know.” He gave her a sweet smile that never quite touched his eyes. She knew he was trying to be happy, but how could either of them. She touched down the gun to his skin and he squirmed. She stopped.

“Really?” She asked a bit surprised.

“Sorry, I just had to see that light surround you, but it didn’t. I guess it’s not physical pain you enjoy inflicting upon me, must just be the mental kind, sucks for me.”

“Well you are a bit mental, so how can I not?” She touched down again. A few minutes past and he couldn’t deny his body any longer, he touched her thigh. Ran his hand up as close to her inside as he could get then back down. She put her free hand on his to stop him instead her body betrayed her and laced her fingers with his. He rubbed his thumb every place he could reach and stared into the face of the women he loves until she was done.

He sat up and checked out what it is she was creating on his chest to go with the symbol of Sagittarius and Jupiter, a flaming sword with a Celtic knot handle laid over top of the intertwined symbols. “All of who I am?” he said thinking back to what she mentioned the last time he was sitting there, in her chair.

“Yet, there is a possibility of more.”

“So, you think I’m a warrior,” he smiled and looked up at her.

She kept her eyes on the new tat and reached up to just under it and grazed his skin with the tips of her fingers and whispered, “Possibilities.”

“Hold on to me. I’ll never let go.” He needed her to know that’s all she would have to do is not throw him away and he’d love her every day.

“And if I have no hands to hold on to you with?” She asked cryptically. The real question being; If I have no heart to love you with?

“Then I’ll hold you, just stay close.”

“Run.” She stood up and walked away. An open ended statement with too many meanings; not a question if he should go with her on a run or if she’s telling him to run from her or just that she needs a run, or run away from him. They both knew what the other was talking about right up until then. He went after her, he had to and he made sure to stay by her side as they ran together. He was so lost in her, in staying close to her that he didn’t realize her direction until they were standing in front of his place with her facing him in question.

He never took girls to his place and here she was knowing that specific and standing waiting on an answer. ‘Would he take me home, or am I just another girl he can walk away from?’ She didn’t realize she wanted to know that answer until she stopped and faced him; yet to her it all made since, was she different? It was a question; she needed answered.

He wouldn’t voice it, he knew better; she wanted action. He smiled a playful, devious smile while taking the few steps that separated them then grabbing her hips and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around him, but didn’t take her eyes from him. She wanted him to see the question still there. He wanted her to read the answer right there in front of her.

He walked to the door unable to take his eyes from her, when he reached it, her back slammed up against it, her eyes falling closed in pleasure and his lips falling to her neck in need to give her more. The door flew open, yet he kept her from falling and still she dropped her legs from him, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Go.” Ayden spoke.

“I’m going.” Dane called back as he hit the first stair out of the house to pass them.

He stepped her back a few steps into the house as he reached up to tilt her face up to him, “Don’t hide.” He didn’t want her to look down, to be ashamed or otherwise. That’s not his Trey. He shut the door behind him still latched onto her; she wasn’t to him. He did not like it. He wanted her latched on and ready to jump with him. He picked her up begging her legs to cling to him; they did.

He walked her back to his bathroom, leaned in the shower to turn it on then placed her on the sink still gazing in her eyes. He lifted her shirt off, unlatched her bra, took a step back, yet still his hands were on her as he wandered over her body with his look. He gazed at beauty. She slid of the sink, pulling his shirt off and took a step closer. He pulled her flush against his body, a hum within, caressing her ear as his lips did. Their hands touching every inch of skin exposed, hungry yet gentle. He wanted more, she wanted more, slightly pushing each other back to gain access to the snaps of their jeans and sliding them off. A foot away from each other, hands on each other’s hips, staring into each other’s eyes in a question of need for one another. He jerked her against him at the same time she did him, their bodies slamming together, their lips seeking the others and finding pure bliss in the necked kiss. A kiss made with pure hunger, based on natural sugar, made to be devoured.

They stayed tight to each other as they entered the shower and kissed as the water washed away the sins of their run. He poured soap into his hand and she held out hers for some. They rubbed each other down in suds and spoke through their eyes about the hypnotize. They pulled closer together under the water to rinse away the sins of past lovers, an unspoken vow to be with only each other. Could it have been?

They didn’t bother with towels, he backed her out of the shower and into his room, laying her down on his bed to caress her, kiss her and show her his love. He crawled in next to her and propped himself up on his elbow to gaze at her as he touched. A few minutes passed and she spoke without saying a word. She wanted his lips on her; biting her bottom lip, lost in the looks of his. He just knew, so he gave in and gave her what she asked for. He descended as if he was going to kiss her lips and he felt her body warm in anticipation of that kiss to her lips, but he broke, kissing a line from the edge of her lips across her jaw bone, down her neck and along her collar bone. Down her cleavage, not touching her breasts, along her stomach and to her hip, he nipped and slid over top of her, licking and nipping and kissing every inch of her body he could without touching anything that would arouse her.

She was aroused in a state of flux; she was now attached. He moved back up and kissed her lips gently without entering then moved back down, flicking his tongue against her nipple making her moan and arch toward him. He kept away from her to see her feel the want for him before he went to the other to flick out his tongue against her again. She moved her hands to him, he placed them back against the bed, demanding with his eyes that she can’t touch; just feel. He moved down without any part of him touching her then flicked his tongue against her clit, she cried out a moan and squirmed towards him. He let her want sink into her before he descended again, covering her with his lips, licking and sucking her in.

He would not penetrate this women he loves, he would only show her how much he wants to please her, how much he can love her without needing her to return the favor. Her orgasm made his, without her touching him. He slid up kissing her all the way up until he reached her lips and laid a gentle thank-you kiss to them. He moved onto his side and pulled her close, her head on his chest, his hand in her hair and his other along her waist, kissed her head and whispered, “I love you Trey. Sleep away every doubt of me, wake up not wanting to let me go.”

She never felt more loved than in that moment. She covered his heart with her hand and caressed, but he stopped her, putting his hand on tops of hers. He would not let her give him pleasure. This was her night to get over any doubts she’s had of him, she needed only to feel. He had to prove to her he could love her without her love, just her want. “Feel only my touch.” He moved his hand back down to her waist and caresses her as his other moved through her hair. He did not stop until she was asleep then he kissed her head and followed her into her dream state.

He woke up before her in the same position they were, he kissed her head while she woke up. She pulled him closer and kissed his chest, he smiled knowing he was hers and she didn’t want to let him go. It was not long lived, “I need my cloths so I can go.”

“I’m not getting out of bed and Dane is out there. Unless you want him to see you necked it looks like you’re stuck right here in my bed.”

“Ha, so what? I’m your captive?”

“You’re a very captivating person. I’m yours. So why not make you my captive, in this moment? It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

She giggled and kissed his chest before she started to push him away so she could get up. He held on tighter, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To give Dane one hell of a show, well unless you don’t want him to see me necked that is. Then you’ll have to just go get my clothes for me.”

“You would not?”

“Oh, have no doubt, I will and I
will
flaunt it as I do.” He flipped over on top of her, she let out a squeal and squirmed underneath him that through off his train of thought. He dropped his forehead down to hers, “Ahh, don’t do that.” He let out a breath. “That’s just instigating the predator about to claim his prey.” He kissed her as she giggled then flipped him over, straddling him, but not against him as she latched on to his neck with her teeth. He let out a husky breath soaked in need.

“I’ll submit, if you’ll make me yours," he breathed out.

“Giving in so easily, where’s the fun in that?”

“I gave in the second I laid eyes on you, I still made it fun. I’ll keep it fun, even more if you keep kissing my neck like that.” He jerked her hips down onto him, she moaned and slid her wetness up against his hardness, he moaned and pushed her back down, they both wanted in. He flipped her back over, granting him with another squeal and her squirming down until he was pushing against her wanting entrance. He stopped her movement and kissed along her neck, whimpering for him to move on in caused his control; death, he buried himself with the loss, she cried out his name in surrender of his pain; of her giving in.

He became hers.

But did she become his?

He heard her acceptance of him in her voice. He stopped and looked up into her eyes and saw the surrender. He kissed her in glory knowing she just made her decision to let him become hers; completely. He knew she was not his, but he couldn’t stop from trying and giving her more of his love. He slid out and back in gently, slowly, letting her know he knew and that he would not give up until she gave in. He made love to her as she let him start to crack her walls. ‘Is it possible for me to love him, can I give in?’ She thought after they both got off, catching their breath. He stayed in her, on top of her as they both thought of that possibility.

He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to let her go. She would want to leave and then she would think and he didn’t want her to think anything other than he was hers. He slid to her side and pulled her close. “Not yet, please. Let your acceptance of I’m yours dry into the mortar of your walls.” She nodded with a smile of knowing; he knew she accepted him as hers. Her head against his chest she kissed him where her mouth was at rest. They laid there for a while in silent surrender. Neither one with a thought only the feeling of the other close; unmoving.

“Is it stamped in concrete?”

“It is. Now how about that coffee date you’ve been promising me?” He chuckled at the twist of his words from another time when he asked her out on a date and she refused. He squeezed her tighter to him and kissed her head.

“Absolutely, you stay in bed. I don’t want Dane getting all excited for nothing.” He chuckled and slid away, only half joking. Slipping on some sweats he walked out of the room closing the door behind him just to be safe; Dane would not see her. He walked to the bathroom to grab her cloths, but smirked at a plan that formed instead. He went out to the kitchen to grab coffees. “Trey still here?” Dane spoke in a whisper. Ayden nodded with a smile. Dane shook his head with a smirk, “I’ll go.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me, fill me in
on you
later.” Ayden nodded. He knew that he would have to explain why in the hell he finally after all this time brought a girl to his place and was now making her coffee so she couldn’t leave. He walked back to his room to find her in one of his shirts and sitting at his desk flipping through one of his sketchbooks. He smiled and set the cup in front of her, “Very sexy. I like you in my shirt.” He leaned in and kissed his spot on her cheek.