Page 14 of Scream For Me


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And then suddenly I see her. Her shape is unmistakable. It’s been imprinted on my mind for forty-eight hours now and it’s going to stay there for well over the next forty-eight years. I won’t ever forget the way she looked when I saw her all grown up for the first time.

I move towards her quickly, practically knocking over my guests and their drinks.

They’re drunk anyways. They won’t remember this come morning, but what we’re going to share tonight we're going to remember forever.

“Hey there, Captain America,” she says.

“Good evening, Miss Universe,” I say.

She smiles. “Hardly. Did you know they have ‘factories’ that produce those girls down in places like Venezuela? They have them eating only cans of tuna and riding exercise bikes half the day and the other half undergoing waxing and cosmetic surgeries. I can’t bel—“

I bring my finger to her lips silencing her.

“I don’t care about some girls down in Venezuela or any other country, or city, or town for that matter. The only girl I care about is the one standing in front of me. And if Captain America says she’s Miss Universe then she’s Miss Universe. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” she says with a smile and damn I want that smile all for myself. It may be dark out but I swear that thing is like a comet in the night sky, providing light and sparking my imagination. The ways I want to kiss her are just as endless as the comets in a meteor shower.

And do I ever want to shower her with kisses, and a whole lot more. And in the shower would be a great place to start.

I lean in and put my hands on her hips, as she comes up on her tiptoes and we kiss.

Damn, there’s that spark again shooting clear through me all the way to my core.

She got me again just like she does every time.

“Bishop, are you kissing a student?” Stan, one of the accounting professors at the business school asks in a very accusatory tone.

I turn to him and literally snarl like someone’s stepped in-between a lion and his pride. I’m damn proud to be with her and he can go and fuck off if he doesn’t like it.

“You come to my house. You drink my alcohol. You have the time of your life and then you question what I’m doing with the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with…Stan? Well, I’ve got a question for you. Do you want to get the fuck off my property right now on your own accord, or do you want me to throw you head first into the street.”

“I…um…I’m…sor—“

“Save it for someone who gives a shit. You’ve got three seconds to decide. Three.”

I don’t even get two out as his plastic cup drops from his hand as he darts across my lawn and down the street.

“Now. Where were we?” I ask turning back to her.

She looks shocked, but I don’t have time to think about what just happened. I only want to think of her.

And when I lean in slowly and stop just short of her lips I can feel her expression change as I feel her breath on my lips as her mouth parts slightly telling me she’s already forgot what just happened and her mind is right back where it belongs…on me.

And mine is on her as it has been since the moment I saw her.

We kiss again and I take her by the hand and lead her into the house.

I’m done losing time.

It’s time to make her mine.

Chapter Seventeen

Penelope

“If I told you the things I want to do to you they would scare you to death.”

“Isn’t that what Halloween is for?” I ask as he enters his bedroom and kicks the door closed behind him locking it. “Maybe I want to be a little scared, as long as there’s a treat at the end.”

“You’re the treat. I’ve already imagined how sweet you taste and I can’t wait any longer to not have to imagine it any more. I want the real thing. I want you. All of you.”

“Take me, Bishop,” I say the words coming right out. “I’ve been waiting for this…wanting this. I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t. Take me however you want to take me. Make me yours.”

He sits me down on the bed and moves over to his dresser. I take the moment to check him out from behind and then take in his bedroom. The walls have an interesting design that perfectly fits with the French vibe that New Orleans has. I love his place. It’s so interesting and most important of all he’s here.

And I could very easily see myself living right here with him. I’d cancel my lease the minute the leasing office opened tomorrow if he wanted.

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