Dark Passion (The Dark Brother Series Book One) (10 page)

“I should go,” I finally say.

“No.”

It comes out hard and gritty,
which tells me he means it. So I don’t answer, I just continue laying and staring at the roof.

“Jagger…what’
s going on here?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Jagger…”

“
Nothing, nothing’s going on here.”

I sit up quickly. “We’re doing that again are we? Fine, have it your way.”

I roll to get off the bed, but he grips me and flattens me with his body. He crushes my chest down onto the bed and his body lies over mine. I can feel he’s hard against my bottom, again?

“You know the moment in life, when everything you thought you were is suddenly wrong? The
moment that changes everything? It changes who you are, who you believe you are and who you’re going to be. You’re that moment, Willow.”

He whispers these words into my ear and my whole body gives way. I melt into the mattress, and into him. He doesn’t move his body off
mine; instead, he pushes into me once more; his cock sliding into my wet heat and causing a whimper to escape. He moves slowly over me, sliding his hips backwards and forwards until I am shuddering and crying out once more.

“I hate that I want you, but I can’t stop,” he whispers into my ear, “I can’t stop this.”

“I know, oh God, I know.”

“Move your ass up Willow, let me fuck you deeper.”

His words cause a shiver to run through me. I raise my ass and he grips my hips, driving harder into me. I groan and tangle my fingers in the sheets until I’m coming around him again. He brings me to orgasm with his fingers on my clit and his length sliding in and out of me at least two more times before he finally finds another release of his own.

When he rolls off me for the second time, I remain with my face down and my body weak. I don’t
roll; I just lay on my stomach until he crawls up beside me. He wraps and arm around me and pulls me to his side. I don’t say anything; I just lay there wondering what the hell we are doing. The feeling is real, and it isn’t just one sided. He feels it too, his words prove that.

“Are you ok?” He asks.

I nod, weakly.

“Don’t look ok
...”

“I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

I roll to my back and stare up at the roof. His fingers trace over the scars on my belly once more.

“What happened?”

I sigh. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got all night.”

“It’s a dark side of me Jagger, a side you don’t want to know about.”

“If anyone can deal with dark, it’s me Willow.”

I close my eyes and sigh. “I did it to myself.”

I hear him make a pained sound, but he doesn’t speak, he just lets me keep talking.

“I blamed myself for my Mother’s depression. I blamed myself for my family falling apart. I was an unhappy teen, my life was in turmoil. My Father was away all the time, I was left to look after my baby Sister who didn’t know who her Father was and I had no support. I just had guilt. When I was sixteen, I tried to slit my wrists…it didn’t work.”

Jagger traces the faint scars on my wrists and brings it to his lips and kisses softly.

“I got help, but it didn’t last long. When I was eighteen, I couldn’t take the agony anymore. It was all just too much. My Father didn’t care about me; my Sister had her own life. I wasn’t needed. The nightmares had begun taking over my life. It was all too much. One afternoon…I smashed the window in the bathroom and I sliced my stomach up so badly I nearly died. It was only that my Sister came over and found me, by fluke, otherwise I would be dead.”

“Willow…”

“I’m easily depressed Jagger, though before this my life was starting to pick up and I was beginning to feel ok.”

“Then I came along and ruined that…”

“You’re a dark soul too Jagger, you’re the only person who I’ve told this to, that hasn’t suggested I seek help…”

“I know what it’s like to be dark inside Willow; I’ve lived my entire life with darkness.”

“Is that why you’re in a gang?”

“
My boys are my life, I have no one else. They’re my family, my life line, my blood.”

“I understand that.”

“Tell me about your nightmares.”

I shudder. “When I was four, my…my Mother tried to kill me.”

He sucks in a breath and his body stills. “What?”

“She thought it was for the best. She was sick and she thought people would hurt me
when she wasn’t around. We were out swimming one day and…she just held me under the water. I couldn’t get away; it was only because a man happened to be passing by that I survived. I guess that’s twice I’ve been lucky enough to get help. I see it all the time in my sleep; I feel that water surrounding me.”

“I’m sorry; I know how it feels to have parents like yours
.”

“I bet you do.”

He nods and we lay silently for a long, long moment.

“Are you hungry?”

My stomach growls in answer and he snorts. He gets up and pulls on his jeans. I stare with pure female appreciation at the ass that fills out those jeans and the body that ripples when he moves. Jagger is so fucking gorgeous; it hurts to look at him. When he walks out, I lay for a moment more before getting up and dressing myself. When I walk into the kitchen, he’s digging through the cupboards.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“You can cook?”

He snorts and turns to give me a look. “No.”

“How did you survive before me?”

“Frozen meals,”

‘That’s bad for you.”

“Then get over here and cook me something.”

“No.”

He grins and walks over to me, putting his hands on my hips and pressing me back into the bench. His lips come down close to mine and I shiver.

“Are you defying me, little girl?”

“I might be.”

“Hmmmmm….”

His lips graze my neck and I shudder. I grip his sides, pressing my palms flat against his skin. It’s hot beneath my hands and it only increases my want. I slide my hands up and around until I find his pecks. I knead them and he groans, nipping my earlobe.

“I can’t go again, you’re gonna kill me.”

“Old man,”

He huffs and pulls back, and I smile up at him innocently.

“Don’t smile at me like that.”

“Come on, find me some food.”

He turns with a snort and pulls out some bread, ham and cheese. He whips together some sandwiches and hands me one. I roll my eyes, but take a big bite.

“Hmmmm, the simple ham sandwich,” I grin.

“It’s the best I’ve got.”

We eat in silence and talk for a few more hours about our lives, and then I head to bed. When I’m curled under the covers, I think about how our relationship has turned. I’m no longer afraid of Jagger, nor do I like the idea that I may never see him again. He’s grown on me, and that both frightens and excites me.

I fall into the first deep sleep I’ve had since I’ve been here. When I wake late in the morning, it’s because of the intense cramps in my pelvis region. Oh no. Oh no. I leap out of bed and stare down. Blood everywhere. Oh God! How did I not feel that my period was coming? How could I be so careless? I’m one of those unlucky girls that it springs itself on, and it’s always bad. I put my head in my hands and cry, how can I walk out there and tell Jagger I’ve messed up his shee
ts?

I stand and rush into the bathroom. I strip off my clothes and get into the shower quickly, washing away the blood. Then I realize not only do I have to tell him about the sheets, I have to ask him for protection. I put my hands over my face and
exhale loudly. How horrible can this possibly get for me?

When I finally get out of the shower, I pull on some clothes and stare at the bed sheets. Maybe I can wash them myself. I pull them off the bed and bundle them up, and walk tentatively out into the kitchen. Jagger is standing in a pair of boxers, leaning over the counter looking at his phone. His eyes move up to stare at me when I make a sound.

“What’re you doin’ with all your sheets?” he asks.

“Ummm…well…
ummm,”

“Go on and spit it out Willow,”

“Well, last night, I um…”

He walks over and I step back, m
y cheeks are flushed and I feel my lip beginning to tremble. Damn hormones!

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m so ashamed.”

“What happened?”

I look away and he grips my chin, moving my eyes to his. “Willow?”

“I…I…ruined your sheets!”

“How?”

God he’s going to be so
disgusted, so horrified.

“I got my period.”

I dare to peek up at him, and his eyes are wide. He curses and turns, storming into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He turns to look at me. “Don’t be sorry, God, I should have thought about…that.”

“I know you’re probably
disgusted, I’ll go and wash them and…”

“Willow!”

I turn and rush towards the stairs, but he comes over and grips my arm, spinning me around.

“I’m not
disgusted. Not by a long shot.”

“I’m horrified!”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, all women get it. Do you need…ummm…?”

Oh God, could this get any worse?

“Yes.” I mumble, staring at the floor.

“Oh…um…where do I? I mean…where do I get that? Should I call Maggie?”

“I’m not dying Jagger!”

“Right
, right, well…I’ll go and…get some.”

“Oh God!” I say, covering my face.

“I can’t leave you with…nothing,”

“Take me with you.”

“I can’t do that; you know I can’t do that. People are watching and looking for you Willow, and not only good people but bad people too.”

“But…you have to buy…”

He looks a little pale. “Um, what do I buy?”

“Oh my God, this is horrible!”

“Look, just tell me what I have to do and I’ll do it.”

I put my face down and close my eyes, “Tampons…just tampons.”

“Right…ummm…what size?”

I begin laughing hysterically, I’ve lost it. “There’s not a size, Jagger!”

“Well I didn’t know that. Some women are…you know…”

“Bigger down there?”

“Right, well, I’ll go now before this gets anymore embarrassing for either of us.”

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Don’t be.”

He grips his keys and takes a pair of jeans from the couch and pulls them on. Then he yanks on a black shirt and disappears out the door before I can say another word.

~*~*~*~*

When Jagger gets back, I’ve washed the sheets and my clothes. He walks up the stairs with three bags. Jesus, how many tampons did he buy? He tosses them on the kitchen counter and gives me an exhausted look.

“I just got hit on, a lot.”

“What?”

“Apparently it’s horribly sweet, kind and generous of a ‘boyfriend’,” he makes air quotes, “to get his ‘girlfriend’ tampons.”

I giggle and he rolls his eyes.

“So you got hit on?”

“Yes, I got hit on by two women who saw me staring stupidly at the tampon rack. They helped me out…”

“I’m sorry Jagger,” I giggle hysterically.

“No you’re not, you like this revenge.”

He opens the bag while I’m still giggling. He tosses me three packets of tampons. Then he pulls out chocolate, ice cream, frozen pizza and movies. I stare at him in shock.

“What’s all that?”

“The girls said you’d be crazy hormonal and would need lots of bad, bad food. They also said movies…so…I got you some. I got you pain killers too, and some fancy ass heat shit that makes it all better.”

I’ve stopped giggling and I’m staring at him now, swallowing down my tears. This has to be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. He looks over at me and his eyes soften.

“From laughing to crying, the women were right about the hormones.”

I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his, kissing him with such ferocity it takes him a moment to respond. He does though, giving me a soft little kiss in return.

“Whoa there tiger, you’re out of bounds now.”

“Thank you Jagger, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He raises his browns, “That’s just sad.”

“Sad but true.”

He looks hurt for a moment, and then he nods. “Well, I stole you, the least I can do is make sure you’re ok.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah well…I’m not all bad. Now go and sort yourself out.”