Page 67 of Matteo
Peeking through the dusty curtains, I waited and watched as my woman got out of her car, staring up at the house. My heart began to thump rapidly in my chest.
She was bathed in moonlight and mist and part of me wondered if I was dreaming.
Claim her,my Corsican whispered quietly, almost purring.
Between my legs, my dick was already harder than a piece of steel, begging to slide in between this woman’s legs if she’d let us.
I stepped away from the curtains and walked towards the back entrance of the house. Slipping outside, I stood there waiting for her to find me. The second our eyes locked, her eyes widened, and she smiled.
“Agent Zacharra,” she grinned widely at me, her teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
A smell was in the air, that I hadn’t smelled before.
Rain.
It began to fall softly, pitter pattering all around and Rain became soaked immediately.
“Ahh!” She squeaked. Moving up behind me where it was dry and warm because of the lanai covering us.
“Hi, Stizzy,” I smiled down on her.
“I have no idea why I came here,” her chest was rising and falling, her eyes wide as she searched my own.
“Yes, you do,” I replied leaning down just a bit, our lips nearly brushing again each other.
Take her,my Corsican whispered.Fuck her. Claim her.
“Do I?”
“You want to know why you’ve been dreaming about me. Why I’m always in your head…”
She looked away then and I noticed she’d started shivering.
“Come on, let’s get you warm,” I told her.
Opening the backdoor, I reached behind me and took Rain’s hand in my own, just as the weather began to kick up even harder outside. It was as if the storm had appeared to keep us safe from the outside world.
Rain was hesitant at first, and I knew she was second guessing herself but the moment her hand was in my own, it felt…
It just felt right.
Slowly, we moved down to the basement where I’d been for the last two or three days reading old books. Had I lost count of how much time I’d been down here? Tomorrow though, I was being moved. Mason had secured a way for me to get out of the state until we figured out what was going on with this new menace that seemed to have targeted me.
As we descended the stairs, Rain’s grip on my hand seemed to intensify.
“I’ve got you Stizzy,” I whispered, never wanting to ever let her go.
Once we finally made it to the bottom, Rain’s eyes widened in surprise. In the last few days, I’d made it look a little bit more livable down here, but it wasn’t exactly a luxury hotel.
I had a cozy little lamp set up and there were a few books I’d pulled out that my mother had owned like Frankenstein and her collection of fairy tales that she’d read to us as kids. The copy of Frankenstein had held my attention the most because my mother had drawn all over the page, the symbol on her necklace, the double helix and the crescent moon, had been doodled here and there. Every time I spotted her handwriting my fingers would dance over the old, faded pages, and my heart would twist just a bit.
I missed her so much.
“So,” Rain hesitated before spinning out of reach, and starting to look around. “I’m here. I came…”
“Not yet, you haven’t,” the words had slipped out of my mouth before I could call them back.
My Corsican had bum rushed me.
