Wench With Wings (21 page)

She ran home, jumped in the shower and prettied herself up. She was going to drive him crazy for doing it to her; or at least
that's what she told herself. She laughed at herself in the mirror at her evil plan than headed out quite gitty. She got to the bar at the same time as the girls and they walked in together. She smiled when she saw him behind the bar working. She could kill him from a distance and he could do nothing about it because he would have to stay behind the bar and work.

Jos, Gwen and Pay walked straight to the bar with her. Trey barked her order to Ayden, “Shots of Jack for all us ladies. Were out celebrating the power of women.” Ayden smirked while he shook his head slightly at her dig and grabbed the bottle to start pouring. They all made a stand with their glasses and said, “To the power of women.” They all slammed the glasses down on the bar after, “A round of beers for us all and another shot for me,
please.
” He poured her a shot and kept his eyes on her as she ran the glass along her bottom lip while her mouth was an open invitation then raised her brows to him edging his want on than slammed it back and smiled as she leaned herself over the bar seductively making him wait in anticipation for a kiss that would never come. She whispered, “The beers please, would ya.” He huffed out a small laugh and turned to grab them. The girls snatched up their beers and headed to the dance floor.

“The Chemistry between you to is static, my hair is frigging sticking up. Just be with him already, you
must
or no guy will ever look at me again like this.” Jos laughed it out.

“Funny Jos really. Plus, I don’t think Dane will mind.”

“What! Did you just make a good comment about a guy, I like this girl talk Trey.”

“Not really, but he is right behind you looking as if he’s dying of thirst staring at you.” Jos bugged her eyes out excited and Trey laughed.

“I’m loving the girl talk but I’m
going
to be the girl!” Trey nodded with a smile then headed to the floor with the others.

Every so often Trey would look over to Ayden when she felt his eyes on her and would smile sexy and move her hips provocatively, edging him on even more. He was in his glory, the girl was sexy. He wanted so badly to walk over and latch onto her. It seemed she was giving him the opportunity to, but he knew better. The girl was just trying to drive him crazy and sure enough it was working and he knew it was and so did she.

After a half hour he simply just couldn’t take it, he walked right up to her from behind without her knowing and latched onto her hips she gave a little yelp with his strong grip as he spun her around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tightening her grip more and more as he leaned into her ear and whispered, “I know what you’re doing, you’re trying to drive me crazy, but that honny is something you already do. If you keep up this sexy, I
won’t
give you the choice, I’ll just
take
you and
never
let you go.”

She whispered back in his ear, bringing him closer to her and playing with his hair, “Oh you will let me go, that is for sure, but I’m willing to give it one night. One
sleazy
night, I’ll take you back to my place and you can be gone before I wake, just like you do with the rest of your sluts.” She started kissing his neck rendering him speechless, he could only grip onto her tighter, bringing her impossibly closer. He thought his hard on was bad the second she wrapped her arms around him, he was completely wrong. It throbbed so badly that he wanted to take her right there for everyone to see, throwing out his entire moral. “So what do you say, will it be worth the pain?” She whispered in his ear before she bit down on his neck. He entirely lost it, stoned in her wall right where he was.

She moved back to look at him and was looking at his lips instead and he didn’t like it. He wanted her to see into his eyes as much as he wanted to look into hers. “You’re drunk, maybe some other time.” He let her go and backed away. She scampered forward and handed him her beer, “Fine, than I will stop drinking, you still have a couple hours till your shift is over, I’ll be sober by then.” She turned around and shook her head to herself. She had no idea what possessed her to do or say such a thing. She was only going to screw
with
him not give into him and
screw
him. She decided that her best bet was to not think about it, she could not change what was already done, so she was just going to enjoy her night hanging out with her friends and apparently not drink. She thought to just grab another beer, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Apparently she did want to go home with him. Well, bring him home with her that is.

“You ready? Beautiful.” He said into her ear from behind her as he held onto her hips and caressing her skin under the hem of her shirt with his thumbs.

“No, but let’s go before I change my mind,” she told him as she grabbed his hand and laced it with hers and walked him out the door. He went to talk, but she shushed him, “Don’t or I
will
change my mind.” He laughed and just let her lead the way. ‘He better not just be walking me home and then tell me
some other time
again.’ She became more nervous the closer they got. It was her plan to screw with him why would he not screw with her back, she just gave him the best opportunity he’d ever get to do so. ‘He has to be thinking about that.’ Yup, that thought made her entirely freaked out; way past nervous. She didn’t even realize that she was gripping his hand tighter as she approached her door until he let out a small laugh, pulled her close and placed his hand on her cheek, ran his thumb along his spot where he loved to kiss her and said, “I’m not going to run, that’s for you to do, I’ll hold on as tight as you want, for as long as you want, but I
want
forever, I’ll
never
want to let you go. I’ll love you endlessly however you want me to, for as long as you want me to show you than I will keep loving you.”

Lost in his words and in his truthful eyes she leaned in and put her lips to his. She has never wanted someone so much and it showed. She backed him into the door hard as she reached for the handle to slam it open. They fell through, but held
each other
up, not letting the double meaning of it slip from their minds. She kicked the door closed without breaking their kiss and he backed her up against it. As her back slammed into it she latched onto his neck with her teeth, he moaned and let “slow down,” slip from his mouth. His lips touched her neck which made her take in a breath. “I don’t want to, I’ve
never
wanted sleazy until now. I’ll give you whatever you want
next time
just give me sleazy and make it
hurt good
.” With that he stopped the soft kisses along her neck and moved to her mouth, passionately rough, tearing their shirts off of each other. He knew this wasn't her; that this is not how she would act but he would give her whatever she wanted.

He stood back, still holding onto her hips as he moaned, shaking his head while he watched her remove her bra and show him her tits. He captured her smiling lips with his then moved them down to cover her breasts, she through her head back, slamming in into the door and they both giggled as he said, “I’ll get to that.” He moved back up stealing her lips from her again as they stripped the jeans off each other. He covered her bare ass with his hands pulling her up to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He eased her onto him slowly, both with a quite moan of pure bliss then slammed her back into the door, taking her to higher pleasures. When he felt her pulse around him and saw the look in her eyes, he couldn’t hold on no longer. They sent each other into true pleasure at once. He dropped his head onto her shoulder and she did the same. They stayed like that for a while catching their breath than she spoke softly, surprising herself, “You can go if you want to, but you can stay if you want to.”

“I
want
to stay with
you.
” He kissed her neck and slid her down to her feet. They picked up their cloths, reached for each other’s hand and walked up the stairs to her bed with out another word spoken. He pulled her close and they fell asleep like they never slept before; wrapped in someone's arms.

***

Chapter Twelve
:

Possibilities A
nd Giving In

She knew that he was awake, he ran his hand down her side, up her arm, across her shoulder, a few fingers along her neck and lost in her hair as he played with it. She didn’t want to move, not because it felt good, it did, but more because she wasn’t ready to face him. ‘How can I, when I didn’t mean for this to happen? I wasn’t really giving in last night, not to him, my lust yes. Shit. I gave into my lust for him.’ She went on thinking about all the possibilities she could, but none of them did her any good. It was her fault they were here, she knew that, she just didn’t know how to fix it. How to change what has already been done.

He knew that she was awake, he wanted her to be, he wanted her to think, to feel what he could do for her. To feel the ease with him being close, for her to feel his love. He wished that she didn’t have her back to him, he wanted her on it so he could see her face; the relax in it that he knew he would be putting there with his touch. He couldn’t remember ever having a more perfect moment. To l
ay next to her and touch her was different than any of them, especially the next morning. That has never happened to him. He could feel his heart swell with every breath she took, he could feel his love for her flowing out of his heart and traveling down his arm to his hand and into her. He slid closer to her, settling his lips on her shoulder and kissing a line over her neck and to her ear. “Good morning, beautiful.”

She turned onto her back, her face expressionless, she watched his eyes turn from delight to fear, “Don’t. Please Trey. Don’t.” His reaction crushed her, his plea broke her. She tried to push it back, push it away instead she pulled him close. The words she was ready to speak; lost and replaced.

“I’ve never woke up with anyone in my bed. I’m not ready to do
this
morning. I’m sorry Ayden, can you please just go.”

“I’ll go.” He wanted to say more, to tell her, beg her not to run from him, but he couldn’t, he already knew she would, by the look in her eyes; there was nothing there, no relaxed state of mind, a blank stare, a confused glare. He kissed her head and moved from her bed, dressed and walked away just like she asked. His walk home wasn’t the walk of shame, it was a walk of pain. The worst pain that he has ever felt. ‘How can such a high happiness be the highest hurt?’ He wanted to walk back to her and not let her go; he knew it was impossible; she would not let him stay longer.

He spent the rest of the day drawing her; dark the way he had to see her this morning of pain. She did not glow, she did not have light that made her brightly irresistible. He did not touch her the way she deserved only for a second last night before they fell asleep and only a minuet this morning before she made him leave. He had to know if his touch would make her glow in a way with need, her look didn’t explain anything, other than breaking him.

She didn’t leave her place, she didn’t even go down stairs to the shop. Most of the day was spent lying in bed and smelling him still there. She wanted to be with him; she didn’t
want
to be with him. Her reasoning shattered, her thought process stuck on off, her brain malfunctioning. She wished she could turn logic back on. She was in control, he left when she said leave, yet the action of it put a tightness in her chest she’s never felt; she could barely breathe. She wasn’t sure if she truly was in control anymore or if her own fear took over. She heard of the demons inside taking over control for a need of power; was it how she has been or was it how she is now? She’s never second guessed herself till this moment of what felt like loss. Was changing because of him inevitable no matter how much she fought it. Was he sent to her to make her stronger or to break her; she had no clue and she didn’t want to find out either. She
has
wanted him from the beginning, from the second he sat in her chair and she touched him with her gun; but was it only lust? Or did she want him from the second he opened his mouth that moment before he sat down?

She didn’t realize what she was doing, it was completely oblivious to her until she stood at the bottom of the stairs while he stood closing the front door in the shop. It was his time for a tat and here
she was un-conscience-ly going to meet him. They stared at each other, he was the first to make a move toward her. He stopped in front of her and held out a paper for her to take. She took it hesitantly. “I won’t stay for a tat, but I wanted you to see that.” He gestured to what he handed her than walked out. She stood shocked then turned and ran up the stairs throwing herself back in bed; back to where she could still smell him.

She opened the paper to a drawing of her lying in bed, what looked like dark storm clouds surrounding her. The title; A Storm
of Uncertainty. A note after read; Be certain of my love, it is there, it exists, you can feel it when I touch, believe it and you’ll believe in us. She held the picture to her chest and closed her eyes and felt his touch; his real touch. “Don’t open your eyes just feel,” he spoke the words softly into her ear. His breath still there caressing her as he touched. He moved the paper from her hands then placed her hand over his heart holding it there while he touched her with his other. He didn't plan on doing this, but when she ran up the stairs he couldn't help go to her. He waited by her door until he was sure she saw the picture then went in to prove his words.