Chapter 10 #2
Teeth clenching, I slowly turn around while closing and opening my eyes. I back up and look down to the floor again. The boots are gone. I was seeing things. All of what’s happened is fucking with my head. I mean, how could it not? Maybe my wounds are getting infected.
I reach for my pants again and quickly toss my clothes back on. Then I gather the costume into the plastic bag and exit the changing room. After paying, I meet Leo at the car, and he’s still on the phone with Glen.
“Yeah, we were just about to eat.” He moves the bottom of the phone from his mouth, whispering to me, “Do you care if he meets with us to eat?”
“Of course not. The more the merrier.” I set my bag at my feet and he continues his conversation on the phone.
They both suggest different restaurants, and it doesn’t take us long to settle on one.
I’m too starved to be picky, and I don’t want to be out too much longer than we already have been.
I told Gareth a couple of hours. It’s already been over two.
With the deli only being three blocks away, we get there pretty quickly, even more so with my friend’s crazy driving.
Glen teases him about it as we’re meeting him at the door.
Leo shoves at him and laughter fills around us as we enter the restaurant.
It feels good to be out of the house and being surrounded by other people.
We’re seated at a table, and after telling the waitress what drink I want, I excuse myself to the bathroom.
Right on time too, because Leo is playing footsie with his fiancé under the table and throwing sexual innuendos his way.
It’s better than seeing my friend upset over an argument they’re having.
I wouldn’t have guessed there was anything wrong by watching them.
I push my way through the heavy swinging door and walk to the first empty stall I see.
As I’m closing the door, someone pushes against it.
I go rigid and I’m shoved into one of the stall walls.
I tuck into myself as it smashes against me, and when it closes, I slowly peel my eyes open. My next breath stops in my throat.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Gareth’s smile is big, and much like so many other things about him, very, very wrong.
“What . . . what are you doing here?”
“You said a couple of hours. It’s been three. That’s more like a few.”
“I told you to stay at the house.”
“For a couple of hours. And I did. After patiently waiting like you asked me to, I’m doing things my way now.” He shuffles closer, sliding a hand up the front of my shirt as he nibbles on my bottom lip. “Fuck, I’m trying so, so hard. For you. I’m trying so hard for you.”
For you is all I hear, my stomach swimming. “You have to leave,” I say, after reminding myself as to why he can’t be here. As to why him stalking me and trying not to eat me isn’t at all romantic.
“Why?”
“Because I’m eating with my friends and no one can see you.”
“Why?” He parrots his last question.
“Why what? Why am I eating with them, or why can’t anyone see you?”
He blinks. “Both. No one here aside from them knows who the hell I am and that I’m supposed to be dead. And why can’t you eat at home with me?”
“For one, we don’t exactly eat the same food. And another . . . you just need to go back to the house.”
“I will when you do.”
“I’m not ready to go back yet, Gareth, and my friends definitely are aware you’re supposed to be dead.”
“I’ll wait outside for you, then. They won’t see me.”
“That’s ridiculous. How did you even get here to begin with?” I swat at his hand as he rubs my nipple.
“I saw my phone on the nightstand and used that app where you can schedule someone to get you or whatever. It was like riding a bike once I clicked on it. My fingers remember what the rest of me can’t sometimes.
” His hand snakes back up to my chest. “Like all the ways you like being touched.” He tugs at one of my nipples and lightly pinches.
A jolt of electricity shoots up my spine, and he moves to the other, repeating the same action.
“I can’t think when you do that.”
“Then don’t. Only think about what I’m doing to you. About me and you.” He lifts my shirt and sucks one of my hard nubs between his teeth, nicking it enough to make it bleed a little.
“You said you’d try for me,” I remind him.
“This is me trying. I wanted to bite you a lot more than that.”
My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and he laps at the small cut, humming as he sucks on my sore flesh.
“Go home, Gareth. Please. Get another car to come get you.”
“Not until I see you leaving first.”
“You’re being unreasonable.”
“You missed me and wanted me with you so badly when I was gone. Now that I’m here, you’d rather leave the house with other people. I don’t understand.”
“I wanted him back.”
“We’ve talked about this already, sweetheart. I am him. I’m the closest to him you’ll ever have again.”
“I never said I’d rather leave with other people, but they’ll know something is wrong if I don’t. I can’t keep breaking plans and avoiding everyone.”
“Is something wrong? I wasn’t aware.”
“We’ve talked about this too. You’re not . . . this isn’t normal. Me conjuring a spell to bring my husband back and you eating people. So yeah, I’d say something is very wrong. Multiple things, actually.”
“You really want me to go home?”
“Yes.”
“Then give me some of you to take back with me while I wait for the rest of you.” His words come out sharp, tangling in my ears like barbed wire.
Swallowing hard, I go quiet long enough for him to feel the need to fill the growing silence. “Let me take a little of you with me, and then it’ll be a while before I miss you again.”
Am I actually considering complying? Am I really going to let him snack on me like a fucking candy bar in the bathroom of a deli?
I answer my own question by undoing my pants and sliding them down to my ankles.
Eyes remaining on his, I stroke the inside of one of my thighs with shaky fingers. “Not too much “
His eyes shine with something primal. “Never too much, pumpkin bear.”
My pulse pounds in my ears as he drops to his knees.
Lips turning up ever so slightly, his eyes flick up at me.
He rubs his face into my groin, licking over the wet spot on my pink panties.
“Did I tell you how much I love this color on you?” He lets out a low groan, brushing his open mouth over my thickening cock.
“My friends are going to worry about me.”
“That’s okay. You can make something up. What did I tell you before? Worry about you and me only right now.”
“I’m trying, but it’s hard when we’re in a public place where someone can walk in at any moment. What if someone hears me?”
“Scream quietly. Bite down on that pretty pink lip so hard it bleeds, and then I’ll be able to have a little from you there too.”
I close my eyes, breaths coming out uneven.
A shiver comes over me at the touch of his cold lips on my knee.
They trail up my leg, and he swipes his tongue over my sensitive skin.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.
Watch how good we go together. How you melt in my mouth and make me better. ”
My lids slowly open, my lashes fluttering.
“That’s it. Only worry about me and you.
Think about this.” I suck back a sob as his teeth pierce my skin.
They’re so sharp, cutting into me deeply as they wrap around a pinch of my skin.
Deep low sounds crawl up his throat as he tugs, tearing at my thigh and swallowing before taking more onto his tongue.
Tears well in my eyes and I whimper, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
Blood paints his lips and he sucks on my tattered skin, licking inside the gashes.
He nibbles on the soft tissue, eating a little more of the skin on the surface.
My eyes wet my cheeks, whines spilling from my lips as I bite back more screams. I’m crying so loudly on the inside, almost blacking out from the pain while also leaking more in my panties. I’m fully hard now, my cock aching for release. What the hell is wrong with me?
As if hearing my thoughts, he says, “You’re so damn perfect. So, so perfect. To think he was so close to losing all this. I was so close to losing you.”
My heart sings and I sniffle, rolling my hips with his face brushing over my cock again.
He sucks my tip through my panties and pulls a bandage from his pocket.
Did he plan this? No, that’s crazy. Gareth used to always carry around random first aid supplies in his pocket.
Not that this was anything Gareth would have dragged me into the bathroom for.
But bandages randomly on hand was a him thing.
“That’ll do for now. Just need to hold a little pressure there for a bit to slow the bleeding and we can stitch that up when you get home.”
“When I get home,” I say, voice sounding distant.
“Yeah. You’ll be fine as long as you don’t take too long.”
“Fine?” I’m missing a piece of my leg.”
“A small piece,” he says so fucking casually as he licks at me through the thin silky fabric again.
I hold back more sounds that are threatening to spill out, grabbing at his hair with my fingers.
“I’ll take your mind off the pain. Hopefully enough to get you through lunch.
” He wraps his lips all the way around my bulge, adding suction while sliding his fingers through the side to tug on my balls.
My body spasms, already so close to falling apart from the pain and from seeing how bad he needed me—watching him choose me.
He could have bitten anyone else but chose me.
He got a car and came all this way for me.
For me. The words sing-song in my head as he slides my panties to the side, using his mouth and hands to drive me wild.
I bounce on my feet, rolling my hips forward to plunge my cock deeper into his cold mouth.