Page 44 of He Who Haunts Me


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She hopped down, and her hands trailed along the fencing as she walked its length. I glanced at my phone and realized she had been out there for half an hour. Taking out my vape, I inhaled a few times and brought her back in my sight. Time passed so easily when I watched her, and I was never bored with that. Her head tilted in wonder when she looked at the sky again. It was a clear night, and the stars were brighter than in the city. She looked at the moon and tapped her fingers on the rail.

I’d pay anything to know what you’re thinking.

She took in the city one last time and walked a path back to me. I had the sense she wasn’t ready to leave. I put the helmet back on and flipped the visor down and waited for her return.

She stopped short of me, and I tapped the body of the bike, silently asking if she wanted to sit. She bit her bottom lip, and I was thankful my helmet hid the blush I had. She nodded and stepped into my open hands. When I lifted her in the air, she straddled the bike facing me. My heart beat heavily in my chest.

My hand rested on her side, and I didn’t move an inch. Her fingers slid down the plastic of my helmet. Her eyebrows knitting together.

Bex flicked the visor up, revealing part of my face. My breathing picked up as she stared harder.

“Take it off.” It wasn’t a question. She demanded. I happily obliged. Her smile returned as her hands went through my hair and she let her nails graze through the strands.

“Your hair is so thick and fluffy; I love it,” she said as she traced the undercut edges. “Can I?” she asked, but I wasn’t paying attention to her gesture. I could only look at the smile on her face. My hand moved to her hip, and I dropped the thought to slide her closer.

Her fingers danced across the piercings in my ear. She fingered the chain I wore in my helix. Her fingers rested against my jaw and my cock twitched at the memory of how those hands felt everywhere. Her right hand did the same movement, playing with the studs and hoops.

“Did they hurt?” she asked as her finger traced the silver hoop in my nostril.

“No,” I breathed out.

“I kinda want some.” Her touch was a torturous tease.

“I’ll take you,” I offered with a grin. She smiled and nodded her approval.

Her eyes looked bigger, but it wasn’t her expression. She leaned closer. Her thumb traced the edge of my smile line. My lungs burned as I managed shallow breaths, waiting for her next move.

“I like this one,” she whispered. Her thumb slid over my bottom lip, and she nudged them apart. The curved ring sat against my top teeth, just barely visible below. My eyes fluttered shut as I savored her touch. Daringly, I let my tongue swipe the tip of her thumb as it rested there. A groan started in the base of my throat.Fuck it.

I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her. My fingers brushed against the lacy trim of her underwear, and she gasped at the sudden contact. I moved her over the gas cap and to the base of the body. She was pressed against my abdomen.

She cradled my face and stared at me in shock. Her parted mouth released fast breaths. I wasn't above begging her to touch me again like that. I slipped my hands between her skirt and skin, just to the base of her hips. She was hesitant, but she leaned closer, and my chest rose faster. Her eyes were gorgeous, and I closed mine as I drank in the feeling of her closeness.

“How tall are you, Jaiden?” I felt that question across my lips. The elation of my name on her tongue weighed on my chest.So fucking close.

“Six-six,” I said painfully. I craved shoving my tongue down her throat, turning her around, and fucking her on this damn bike.But I can’t.

She pulled my face even closer as her fingers raked across the back of my head. Her nose brushed mine and our breath mixed. My chest was so tight, my heart hammered to break free. “Would you tell me if—”

“Bexley,” I moaned. This woman would have me whining on my knees for the rest of her life. My lips brushed hers, and I took quicker breaths. She took advantage of the pause, and her tongue slid along my top lip. My fingers had her in a death grip, keeping her warm pussy pressed to me. She stopped when she reached the curved ring. “I need to say—” Her tongue flipped it up and all sensible directions left my body. I curled my fingers into the waistband of the thong she was wearing.

She started to pull back, and I bit her bottom lip between my teeth. Their sharp edges sank into the flesh easily enough. A grumble moved through my chest when her honeyed lip turned coppery. She let out a whimper but pressed into me harder. I released her, and my mouth ghosted hers when it all shattered.

My phone went off in a shrill tone.Fucking Callum.

The spell broke and she put space between us. I answered the phone and was rewarded with a drunk Callum shouting in my ear.

“You better be up in a tree pissing and not somewhere fucking around, Wells!”Is that not fucking around?The party was still going on in the background.

“Yeah, I’ll be back in a minute,” I muttered. Callum hung up and I removed my hand from her underwear. “I have to take you back.” I squeezed her hip gently.

“Actually,” she said, clearing her throat. “Could you take me with you?” She was apprehensive.

“Are you coming to the party?”

“No, um, I got a pretty fucked-up phone call a few hours ago.” She scratched the back of her head, drawing out time. “That killer has pictures of me, Jaiden.” Her chin wobbled, and it gutted me.

“It’s okay,” I cooed, taking her face in my hands and swiping away the tears. Her lip was puffy from my bite, and I caressed it with my thumb. “I can bring you with me, never a problem. What else do you need?” Her sniffles grew the more she fought back the sobs.

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