Chapter 14
Shadows eyes grow large and the room goes silent. What have I done? I know it's wrong but I just want him, all of him. I want to drink in those beautiful eyes like they were the wine I just finished off, I want to taste his sorrows and his dreams, his hopes and wishes. I can't stop myself, I trail my fingers up his jeans and scoot my chair closer to him. I can smell the alcohol on my breath, please stop Amy, you're drunk and you're asking for trouble. With every ripple in his jeans I cross, my heart races faster and I flutter my eyes to his. He's just looking at me now, occasionally looking down to my fingers. For the love of God, please do something! He clears his throat and gets up, knocking my hand off and me almost off my chair.
You don't really want me, Rose. It's just the alcohol talking, you should get to bed. He growls under his breath and starts picking up the empty dishes and glasses. Ugh come on Amy, you're all riled up. You want him, you know he wants you. You need him. For once in your life, do something about it instead of thinking What if?
Fine, then why don't you just sit here with me and drink some more? We can talk or we can just drink, either way I'd like to drown myself. I roll my head onto the back of the chair and watch him leave to the kitchen, his ass looking so fine I can't help but keep staring. I hear him set dishes in the sink and cupboards open and shut, and he comes back with two small cups in one hand and a clear bottle in the other. If you truly want to drown, then try my personal favorite. It's my instant cure all. He sits down and pours a small amount of clear liquid into the cups, then slides mine to me. He raises his glass to me, toasting some unknown event, but keeping his eyes on the candle fire he throws it back and pours another. I sniff inside the glass, it's vodka and I've never tried it before. But I do want to forget this all happened so I throw it back also, slamming the glass down. Gyahh, that is some potent stuff right there. I laugh a bit, but he's already downed three shots. Wow, is he trying to forget me too?
It does its job, that's all. It doesn't burn me anymore, I've drank so much that I'm probably borderline liver failure.
Well then, I suppose you brought me the right stuff. I pour myself two more shots, feeling warmth in my stomach and dizzy in the head.
After who knows how many more drinks and spurts of laughter from me and lazy smiles from him, he starts slurring his words and I start getting sleepy. Yo-you're drunk Sshh-adow. You need to-to go to..uhh..bed, yeah bed. He snorts and stands up, wobbling the chair and his knees. I go to help him up to his room, Let me help you! I grab his hand and put it over my shoulder. We reek of booze so bad, but I still smell his cologne over it and it fills my nostrils making me pull him closer. We start walking down the hall and we bang into the wall, he laughs a bit and slurs out Smoooooth move Ameh. I giggle and put my finger in his face Don't make me hurt you mister Shadow, cas…cas I will!
My legs are like jelly now, and I'm seeing stars. We get to his room and he pulls out a key from his pocket, You lock your room? That's so..so weird! Whatcha hidin' in there..! he unlocks the door and scoffs I have important… stuff in here. He leads me into a dark red room with an all-black bed, dark carpet and the same red curtains as mine. I don't pay much attention to it as I pull his arm off of me, and set him on the bed. Can you help me with these infernal socks, I think they're trying to escape! His eyes widen and he smiles, reaching for his foot. I bust out laughing and lean down to take them off, I feel like I'm putting a baby to bed. He starts pulling his shirt over his head but is getting it stuck on his arms. My God, his abs flex and contract as he struggles with the shirt and I can't stop looking.
Let me help you… I step between his legs and pull the soft jersey shirt over his head, his fiery eyes staring into mine. We stop and I'm frozen, he's just looking at me and I'm just standing there with my thighs not two inches from his crotch. I still have his shirt in my hands as he reaches one hand up and takes mine. I thought he was reaching for the shirt, but he looks his eyes to my skirt and rubs his thumb on my hand.
Are you okay? He's not laughing anymore and I get worried, but I'm scared shitless of his slow thumb rubbing and intense stare at my hips. I reach my other hand up and cradle his face to feel his temperature, or at least that's what I want him to think. I step forward a bit, only to trip and fall on top of him. I see it in slow motion, and I open my eyes to chest fur and black. Oh no. Oh no no no no. I raise my head to his and the butterflies are raging into full-blown birds in my stomach. I let out a little squeak as he lifts up onto his elbows. His eyes are cut to me, his smile is gone-he is focused on my eyes. I feel myself quivering and sharp pains jut through my nether regions. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that- He stops me by putting his finger to my mouth, moving his hand to hold my cheek. Oh please God don't just end this here, I need this. I need him. I stare at his lips and I can feel them from the closet at school. JUST DO IT DAMMIT!
I do. I jump and grab his face in my hands- his cheeks are on fire, his tongue warm and I can taste the vodka with every swirl. I fix my legs to the outside of his and crawl further into his lap, his hands slowly rise up my legs to my waist and he pulls me closer into his kisses. His hot breath burns my throat as he nibbles my lip, his hands rising ever higher and pulling closer and closer to his groin. I feel my heat radiating off his pants, my underwear grazing against his zipper as he rocks me back and forth on his lap.
He releases my mouth and locks down on my neck, and I cry out A-a..ah! I drop my hands to his back, feeling every muscle and quills move under his skin as his hands caress my backside and my bottom. I dig my nails into his skin as he tears through the shoulder of my shirt, This damn thing… He pushes me back onto his thighs and pulls my shirt off, practically ripping it off in his hasty, drunken movements. I feel self-conscious of the scars and bruises for a moment but something primal erupts in Shadow as he throws me onto my back. He puts his hands in mine, leaning over me and panting, Are you sure you want to be here in the position Rose… He glares at me and hold his breath, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. He smirks and runs his hand up my skirt, rubbing his finger across the wet strip of fabric. Curving his finger inside the panties, he rips them down my legs as I squeal out in surprise. He growls as he holds the soaking wet white underwear between his fingers.
Now you'll see what I'm capable of.