AJ couldn't believe his eyes the next night. He had stayed close to the park, using it as an excuse to keep an eye on her apartment door. He didn't walk into the park. No one did today. Not after the discovery of Sheamus' body.
There was already a promised reward to whoever could bring the person responsible for Sheamus' death. That alone was enough to keep AJ on his toes. Not that they would find him. Only one person knew he was the one behind the kill and he knew she would never tell on him no matter how high the reward was. He had a good feeling about her. She would not sell him out for money.
He was so deep in thought that he jumped in surprise when that dog from last night started barking again. He looked in the direction of the bark. Someone let their dog be outside a night. That wasn't right. Not with how this town had been overrun by the Irish. Human or animal. They didn't care. They destroyed anything they came across. He turned his head around just in time to see Cherri disappear through the gate to the park.
"Really?" He whispered. "You're gonna go in there again after what happened last night? Jesus, woman, what is wrong with you?"
He sprinted to the gate and moved into the park too. Luckily she hadn't gone far. He walked up next to her, grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"Time to go home," he said.
"I came to see you," she said.
"I don't care. You're going home again," he said.
"You can't make me," she said.
"Watch me," he said.
He never let go of her arm. He forcefully walked her all the way out of the park, across the street and through the door. He looked at the stairs in front of him.
"What floor do you live on?" He asked.
"Third," she answered.
Still with his hand wrapped around her arm, he walked up the stairs to the third floor. He looked at the doors until he found the one with her name on it. He grabbed the handle and shook his head when he found the door unlocked.
"Really? You don't lock your door? Do you have a death wish?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter. I'm being evicted," she answered.
He walked her inside her apartment and closed the door. Nothing was packed. She didn't look like someone about to move. There was an eviction note left on the small dresser in the hall to give away the truth though.
"Why?" He asked. "Why did you go out looking for me tonight?"
"I don't know," she looked nervous. "I thought maybe you could use my help taking down the Irish."
"Can you fight?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
"Fire a gun? Use a knife?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
"What good will you be to us then?" He asked.
She seemed to deflate. Her shoulders hung low and she looked defeated.
"I don't know. I thought you could teach me or maybe I could cook for you," she said.
"Cook? Because men can't cook?" He laughed. "Get out of that sexist mindset."
"Says the man who won't let a woman join his squad," she fired back.
He stepped closer to her. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her as close as he could.
"This group is for people that have no one. No friends, no family, no job, nothing. We met online and we formed this group to stop the Irish from destroying our town completely. Maybe we'll succeed, maybe we won't. But at least no one will miss us and mourn our deaths if we fail," he said.
"What about yourselves?" She challenged. "You've become friends within that group, haven't you? You're not exactly alone anymore."
She had a point. A point that he for some reason hadn't thought about before. She was right. The men he had formed this group with were his friends now. Only one thing he missed these days. A woman in his arms, under him in bed, surrendering to the pleasure he could give.
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy and beautiful you are?" He asked.
"Not lately," she answered.
He crashed his lips down on hers, kissing her with a mix of anger and passion. He wanted her badly. Her hands found their way under his shirt. Her nails scratched down his back, giving him that pain and pleasure high he had missed for so long. He pushed her up against the wall, still kissing her while pushing her skirt and panties down her legs. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers started dancing on her clit.
"Here or the bedroom?" He asked.
"Fuck me here!" She whimpered. "Don't make me wait."
"Take the rest of your clothes off," he said.
He got out of his boots first. His clothes followed fast, undressing while watching her do the same with her top and bra. He grabbed her hips again and grinded his hard dick on her crotch. He ran his hand down her left thigh, hooking her leg up, bending his knees and pushing up inside her.
"Fucking hell, Cherri!" He growled lustfully in her ear. "You're so wet, baby doll."
"Fuck me, AJ!" She begged. "Hard!"
He did just that. Fucking her as hard as the position allowed him to. He wrapped a hand around her throat, keeping her pinned against the wall. Her nails dug into his chest as she came undone. Her walls caved around him and he continued his thrusts through it. He wasn't done with her yet.
When her body started relaxing, he lifted her up. She locked her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. His pace changed to a more slow one. His thrusts came deep and hard, constantly making sure she felt all of him by pulling all the way out before slamming back in.
"Please!" She begged in a whisper. "Don't stop!"
"I'm not gonna stop until you cum again," he promised.
It took a few more minutes but finally she came undone again. She arched her back, pressed her nails into his ass cheeks, shaking and crying out. He came with her, finally feeling completely spent too. He laid still on top of her, leaving raspberry kisses on her skin while reality slowly crept up on him again. He rolled off her and sat up, swinging his legs out on the floor and running a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened," he said.
"It takes two to tango. You didn't force me," she said.
"But still," he looked over his shoulder at her. "I can't give you anything but this."
"I'm not asking for more," she said.
"But you are. You did out in the hall. And I can't give you that," he said.
He stood up and shook his head at his own stupidity. He looked into those dark blue eyes of hers and for a second he felt his heart stop. Those metallic blue eyes were like magnetism to him, pulling him in, making it hard for him to fight back. He had to get out now or he would never be able to.
"Pack your shit and get the hell out of this town fast. This place is not for people like you anymore," he said.
"People like me?" She frowned. "Do you even know me?"
"Go live with some relatives or friends until you find somewhere else to live," he said. "I'm sorry, Cherri."
He hurried out in the hall and got back into his clothes. He looked towards the bedroom door but she didn't come out of it. It was better that way. If she was to come out and look at him again with those eyes, he didn't know what he might end up doing. Instead he ran out of her apartment, down the stairs and out on the street. He kept running while hearing that dog barking somewhere in the dark again.