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I had never been with a man before; I didn’t think when I woke up that I would be with one today but here I am. Had sex for the first time, I don’t know if what we did is called sex, sighing I squeeze my eyes shut still feeling Haldor’s fingers stroking over my skin even though he isn’t here. The only way I can think of ever explaining the experience I had with Haldor is an explosion of senses, of lust that engulfed my every thought, my every cell and penetrated my soul with an eruption of nirvana.
Then our argument comes to mind, and I stiffen, I know that Haldor won’t understand my desperation in returning home but I need Papa to somehow understand why I left like I did when I was promised to Duke. The thought has me groaning in distaste, now that I have been with Haldor I don’t think I would ever be able to even kiss another man, even less Duke who I have never even liked.
I can never tell them the truth because I know for a fact that they would want to exploit this opportunity, try and get as much out of this situation as possible. Even though I haven’t known the Elementals for long, I know deep inside that I would never be able to purposefully place them in a situation where they would be in danger. Opening my eyes I look around trying to find something that I can slip over my body so that I don’t feel so naked when Haldor comes back.
I feel uneasy about our argument, I hate this feeling of anxiety at knowing that Haldor is upset with me but I can’t give in as I need to make sure that Papa doesn’t create problems for Haldor, problems which indirectly I will be responsible for.
Sometimes I hate being a gypsy, I have never been vindictive or greedy and my family is all about getting what they can, anyway they can. I see one of Haldor’s t-shirts folded on top of a chair, I don’t know if he will mind, but as he brought me here without even letting me get any of my stuff I am sure he can’t complain too much about me wearing his clothes.
Bringing it up to my nose I huff, I thought it might have been a used t-shirt but instead its washed as all I can smell is detergent instead of Haldor’s intoxicating scent that makes me want to hug him close and never let him go. Pulling it over my head and down my body I smile at how big it feels on me.
The length is midcalf, the sleeves reach my elbows and two of me could fit into it. Haldor is not one of those men that looks like he has been at the gym the whole day, every day, but there is enough muscle on his body to make a woman stop and want to stroke her fingers down his abdomen. The other men that I met here at the club are also decadent, but there is something about Haldor that holds my attention and doesn’t let it waver.
I’m sure he has had many women after him, has had sex with tons of them. The thought has me frowning in anger, does he have someone he sleeps with regularly? I know that certain motorcycle clubs usually have women that follow bikers, I sure hope the Elementals MC isn’t one of them because just thinking of Haldor touching another woman like he touched me has me wanting to scream hysterically in anger.
Shaking my head, I try to dispel my unsavory thoughts. Looking around I try to find something in the room that will tell me more about Haldor but to my frustration the room doesn’t have much at all. There is a set of draws on one side, a mirror above the draws. A wooden chair near the door with a dark blue pillow on the chair. The only thing that stands out in the room is the huge bed, as I could lay down in either direction and there would still be at least one meter to the end of the bed.
Walking towards a door to the side of the bed I knock, not wanting to surprise anyone in case the door leads to another room. After a few seconds with no reply, I open the door and gasp in pleasure to find an amazing bathroom, one that has a sunken bath and a shower leading off to the side. The bathroom sink is inlaid into a royal blue marble counter that follows the same theme throughout the bathroom.
This is the type of bathroom that makes me want to spend as much time as possible here. I could just lay in the bath for hours relaxing. I would gladly take a bath right now, but after Haldor came back after our argument, got dressed and left again without saying anything I don’t feel comfortable enough to just use the bath at my leisure.
I will have a shower though, looking around I try to locate the towels but there are none in evidence. Leaning down I open the doors under the sink to find towels, toiletries and candles. Raising my brows at the candles, I frown as Haldor doesn’t seem like the candle type of guy. I feel a niggling of jealousy, jealousy that I have never before felt in my life.
“Stop that Druza” I mutter as I turn towards the shower, towel in hand just as there is a knock on the door.
Surprised at the interruption I make my way towards the door, “Haldor wants to talk,” one of Haldor’s biker brothers says handing me a phone.
“Hello?” I say hesitantly as one hundred and one thoughts race through my mind. Why is Haldor phoning me instead of coming to talk to me? Does he want to tell me that this was all a mistake and that he doesn’t want me to be here when he comes back? Is my last thought before I hear his gravely voice, a voice that has a potency that instantly has my nipples hardening.
“We came to the camp but there is no one here, they have all packed up and left. Did they have any plan on leaving soon?” I am not prepared for what he is saying, out of everything he could have said this wasn’t what I was expecting, and what does he mean they have left camp? My father wouldn’t have packed up and left unless he was being threatened.
“Are you sure you are in the right place?” they must be lost, that is the only reasonable answer I can think of right now. My parents would never have packed all their stuff and got the others to do the same unless they had to, and I doubt that one day would have changed everything so much, besides they wouldn’t just leave me behind, would they?
“Yes, I will send you a photo for you to see” Haldor is saying, “were they supposed to leave so early?” I shake my head in confusion, even though gypsy’s are known as travelers we have been camped in the same spot for over five years, and before that we were in another camp for over twelve years.
“No, why would they leave?” I reply still trying to make sense of what Haldor has just told me, “We have been there for about five years now.”
“Why would they leave like they did?” Haldor asks.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t make sense.” I murmur as I try to think of all the deals that I know about and that they were involved in, ones that might have turned sour and made them have to run, but there is nothing currently that I know of that would have this type of impact.
“I’ll talk to you later,” Haldor says bringing my thoughts to a standstill, NO, I have to know what is happening I want to scream, but I know that he can’t tell me anything else at the moment as he also won’t know.
“Please keep me updated,” I plead but don’t know if he hears me as the call is disconnected. Pulling the phone away from my ear, I stare at it in confusion. What could possibly have spooked them to have everyone leave, and where did they go?
The man still standing before me clears his throat bringing my attention back to him, “oh, sorry” I mutter as I hand the phone back to him just as it beeps.
“No problem,” he states starting to turn and then stops as he holds the phone up to me again. “I think this was for you.” Looking at the phone I nod leaning forward to look at the photo that Haldor must have sent as he promised.
I feel myself frowning as I recognize the area, but as Haldor said there is no caravans or people where there used to be before. “Tha…thank you” I say which has him nodding, I take a step back as he finally leaves.
My heart is racing, is it possible that they just left without even trying to get me back or are they planning something? My fear is palpable as I think of all the things they can do, over the years I have seen them involved in some gruesome deals. I have always tried to stay oblivious to everything that they get involved in, but sometimes I would hear conversations or deduce from things I saw. I know that I love my parents, and that I feel the need to honor the promise my father made on my behalf, but I know that they are not good people, at least not good to outsiders.
A tear streaks down my cheek which I scrub away angrily with the back of my hand. I will not cry, I’m sure this is all a mistake and that everything will be fine. Part of me wants to leave and honor my father as it has been ingrained into me since I was a child that this is what I must do, but the other part is screaming for me to stay.
Heading back into the bathroom I turn the water on in the shower, hoping that the cascade of water will drown out the confusion within me. How is it possible that in the blink of an eye everything changes? I look at the mark on my arm, the mark that evidence that Haldor is so much more than a mere human like me. I don’t know if it’s magic, or just pure genetics but that these Elementals are different there is no doubt about it.
When Haldor is around me it’s like a pull that I am not able to resist, I don’t know if it’s only him but I know that what I feel around Haldor is things that I never thought I would ever feel. There are emotions, sensations that I feel that I thought was all a fairytale that people don’t really feel as strongly as I feel when Haldor touches me, when he speaks to me, when he is close.
