I wake in a jolt as if I’ve been startled by a sound. The music coming from outside was probably the culprit. These guys seriously like to party. It’s two in the morning. Doesn’t anyone have to work tomorrow? It’s Monday.
I run my hands over my eyes, trying to wipe the sleep from them before I go in search of my earbuds for some white noise. IfI don’t get some sleep, I’m going to be inputting my numbers in wrong tomorrow.
“You should’ve locked your door.”
The sound of Skully’s deep voice has me yelping out in fear before I realize it’s him. “You scared me,” I breathe, sitting up to face him while I try to catch my breath. “What are you doing in here, Skully?”
“Trying to convince myself to leave.” He reaches for my legs, forcibly shoving them apart. His roughness has me on alert now. The sleepiness gone. “I shouldn’t be in here. Definitely shouldn’t be touching you. My hands are too fucking dirty.” He runs them up my bare thighs and I nearly moan at the touch. I want him to dirty me up. I want him to leave his mark all over my skin.
“You should tell me to leave, Madison. You should tell me to go and then you should lock your door. Make sure I can’t hurt you.” His hands grip the edges of my underwear, strangling the material within his grasp. “Last chance, little girl.”
There’s no way I’m sending him away. Not when I have him touching me.
I lift my hips, giving him my answer.
“Fuck,” he growls, and then my underwear is torn from my body, the ripping sound slicing the tension. My back hits the mattress and I’m abruptly yanked forward. Then I feel him. His nose brushing across my skin. The intake of air fluttering over me as he inhales my scent. I’m thankful I took a shower before I got into bed, but I can feel myself getting drenched by the second.
“Just like the fucking ocean.” He nuzzles in further, breathing in deeper. “Sweet just like a coconut. And so wet.”
A rush of need surges over me as I feel his tongue swipe along my folds. A long, languid taste. The sound of his groan making my body tremble. He takes another taste, and another, and the pleasure swells deeper. My breaths shorten and all my thoughtsdissolve. Narrowing into my need for a release. Focused on the force tightening within.
His mouth devours every inch, like a wolf growing more ravenous by the second. His grip on my thighs tightens, and I pray that his mark will be left. Fingerprints across my skin, smeared pen marks showing the force of his need. I’m on the verge. The pleasure both breaking me down and building me up. I thrust my hips forward, grinding against his lips, seeking that final release. I want the dam to break. I want him to free the tension that’s been locked within me for over a year. Strangling my soul with a yearning.
His tongue licks over my clit and it’s like a spark striking dry tinder. The flicker suddenly becoming a wildfire, racing through my body, burning me down limb for limb. My body shatters, splintering into exquisite tiny fragments. Leaving me breathless. Leaving me weightless. When the storm finally passes, there’s a calmness left in its place. A hush in my mind. All the fear, longing, and worry blow out with the wind. And for the first time, I feel happy.
I finally find the strength to open my eyes, wanting to see the look in his eyes, but he’s gone. I sit up, searching the dark space, but it’s empty. I didn’t even hear him leave. My erratic heart was pumping so loud in my ears I didn’t even hear the door open or close. But it’s shut, and Skully isn’t here. It’s like he was a ghost. Like I dreamt him. But I know it wasn’t a dream. I can still feel where his hands were. I can still feel the dig of his fingers and the tingles between my legs. He was here, and he kissed me so perfectly.
I climb out of bed and rush to the bathroom, flicking on the light. I want to see the proof. And it’s there. A thumbprint of ink on my thigh. Another on my hip. My skin flushed. Cheeks red. He left his mark. It was very real. But he ran. And his words play in my mind.“You should tell me to leave. You should tell me togo, and then you should lock the door. Make sure I can’t hurt you.”
I finally have my answer. The truth. He doesn’t think he’s good enough. The anger that lives inside him has taken over and he’s convinced himself that he’s not worthy. But I know what kind of man he is. Honest and good. And kind. I need to remind him. I need him to remember who he is. Physically, he may be different, but he’s still the same person on the inside. He’s still the man I fell head over heels in love with. I know that with all my soul.
15
Skully
Iheard her alarm go off. The sound of the bed creaking as she climbed out of it. Her feet padding softly across the floor then the bathroom door closing. I pressed my ear closer to the wall, listening to every movement until I finally heard her open her door and leave. She was heading down to the office to work. And I sat and waited.
Filling my day with useless activities until the clock struck five. The big question mark was hanging in the air of whether I would see her today. After breaking into her room, violating her body without so much as giving her an apology, I’m not sure she’ll be back. If she were smart, she would stay away.
The seconds tick slow when you’re waiting. I try to kill the time. Spending extra time washing the marker off my hands in the shower. Trimming my beard. Sniffing through all my old cologne, deciding which ones still smell good. Organizing my closet and drawers, taking out old, worn clothes that make melook homeless. Ordering some new ones. I even sweep the floor and dust the surfaces. Giving my room a cleaning it’s needed for a long-ass time.
And then I wait.
Staring at the door. Listening to every footstep out in the hall. Waiting for the ones that draw closer. Fancy little heels clicking quickly then pausing moments before the knock ever comes. She always hesitates as if she’s getting geared up, as if she’s trying to find the courage to face me. And then I hear her voice.
“Skully, it’s me. I have a package for you.”
The tension coils, wrapping right around my vocal cords and squeezing.
“Come in.”
My voice sounds like a rough engine caked in grime and grease, rumbling deep. I swallow in an attempt to clear the tightness, but as soon as I see her toned legs, the black leather skirt clinging to the curve of her hips, the white button-down tied up at her waist, revealing a sliver of her silky skin, the tightness takes control and strangles the words in my throat.
“You can put it on the table.”
She slowly walks over, her feet wobbling in those fancy leopard print heels. Her body’s practically shaking like she’s never been so nervous. When she places the box down, I expect her to run, but she doesn’t. Her attention gets caught by something that I’ve drawn. I don’t even know what I drew today. My mind kept replaying last night. Her taste on my tongue. The way she trembled against my lips. Coating my chin with her cum as she thrashed in the sheets. Her orgasm a violent storm that ripped through her and nearly tore one from me, making my cock spasm between my legs. The wind could’ve blown just right and I would’ve gone off.
“You drew the eyes wrong.”
