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But it’s been four weeks already. Even my grandma wouldn’t keep up for this long.
Besides, it’s late and I have my hoodie on.
Ms. Chester’s car isn’t in the driveway, just as I’d hoped. The front door is closed, but I’m not going through there, anyway. Naomi already gave me the alarm code a while back, when I snuck in. Here’s to hoping they didn’t change it.
I round the house and climb the tree until I’m near Naomi’s balcony, then jump onto it. My movements are silent as I slide the door open, slip inside, and deactivate the alarm. Same code as before.
Naomi isn’t in her room. Not a surprise there either.
I slowly go down the stairs to where the TV screen is shining in the living room. Ominous music fr
om the latest true crime show she’s watching fills the air.
That’s when I get my first full view of her.
Naomi hugs a pillow to her chest and she holds a bottle of juice, her lips wrapped around a straw. The TV casts a pale blue light on her petite features.
She’s so fucking beautiful, it hurts.
Her dark eyes are wide and her lips tremble in complete concentration. I’ve always loved how scared she gets while watching these shows, but she still seeks them out, anyway.
She still enjoys the thrill they provide.
I sneak up on her from behind just as a retelling of events plays out on the screen. I wrap my hand around her throat and she jolts.
Just when she’s about to scream, I slam a palm over her mouth, then lean in to whisper, “Scream and I’ll fuck you up.”
Her eyes widen and I can feel the exact moment she recognizes me by the slight relaxation in her shoulders and how her breath whooshes into my hand.
But then she stiffens again and throws the pillow back at my face. She follows with the bottle of juice, but I tilt my head to the side and it ends up crashing against the ground.
Naomi kicks her legs in the air and mumbles against my hand. My dick hardens in my jeans in a second as I smell her fight in the air.
I hop over the back of the sofa so I’m on top of her. She doesn’t let me pin her down without a struggle, though.
Her nails scratch and her feet kick anywhere she can reach me.
“Fuck, baby. I’ve missed your fight.”
My hand tightens around her throat as I pin her to the sofa. She wheezes for breath and I grunt. “I’ll let your mouth go, but if you scream, I’ll choke you again.”
She doesn’t nod; then again, she can’t with my firm hold on her throat.
So I remove my palm from her face, only to crash my mouth to hers.
She whimpers against me, then tries to bite down on my lip and draw blood, but I thrust my tongue inside and conquer hers.
I don’t leave her room to breathe, let alone fight.
Fuck, how much I missed kissing her, how much I missed her low moans and erotic whimpers. Even her sniffling sounds turn me on more than any other fucking thing on earth.
I kiss her hard, then slow, toying with her limits and blurring her lines. My chest covers her heaving tits and my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her neck.
I kiss her with an urgency that tightens my balls and rushes all my blood to my dick.
She still tries to fight, even as her legs open. She tries to bite, even when her tongue takes tentative strokes from mine.
Then she’s mumbling something against me.
