Chapter Thirteen （Kiss Me）
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (KISS ME)
HAZEL
As soon as we made it to Gonzo’s room he pulled me into his arms and held me against the closed door.
“That was intense,” he laughed. “Will you kiss me, Hazel? My head’s a mess. I won’t ask you to do anything else. Just kiss me.” His lips brushed mine, physically begging me. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Falling into Gonzo’s lips was the easiest thing to do.
“What if I want to do something else,” I said between kisses. My commitment was slipping entirely. If waves bombarded a rock long enough, it ground into sand. Today had me on a high. How many times had I come? I wasn’t sure but I wanted more. There was a haze of lust clouding my mind. More , I begged myself. Please, more.
I imagined looking up at Gonzo from my knees again. Seeing his expression soften, hearing his groans. I wanted to finish what I didn’t for Zero. I wanted to make a man come.
“Hazel,” Gonzo groaned. “No.”
“No?” I asked, confused. Did he not want me?
“Don’t look like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like a kicked dog. I want you, Hazel. I never imagined wanting you this bad.” His hand cupped my face. “By the way, what were you two up to down there?” My face grew hot.
“We only had therapy,” I whispered. “And he kissed me.”
“Therapy, huh?” He snorted. “You like kisses, don’t you Hazel. Who’d have thought he had it in him…” his smile dropped in the next moment. “Fuck him,” he groaned, pushing away from me. Clearly, he was remembering I wasn’t the only one Zero kissed.
“What is with you two?” I asked. They were hiding something from me. Maybe more than one thing. I didn’t like it.
“Nothing,” he snapped. My eyes narrowed. “Sorry. Nothing,” he said softer.
“It didn’t look like nothing.”
“He’s fucking with me,” Gonzo insisted, rolling his eyes. He leaned against his wardrobe and crossed his arms.
“What about you ?”
“Me?” He asked in confusion. I raised an eyebrow.
“Is holding a man’s cock while he gets head a normal activity between people who hate each other?” I asked. Gonzo chuckled.
“If someone is going to fuck with me, I’m going to fuck back.”
“You’re going to fuck back ?” I asked. His eyes bugged.
“I meant—”
“I need to go,” I said, annoyed. This was the perfect cue that I needed to get back on task.
“Why?”
“I need to stalk Orson.”
“He does seem rather stalkable. Want kisses from him now too, Hazel?”
“Of course not,” I hissed. “You saw his name on the hit list. You think I want to kiss those people?” I asked. He covered his mouth as a laugh burst out of him.
“Sorry, sorry. Fuck, that’s just… funny.”
“It’s not that funny.”
“Yeah, of course not.” He was still biting back laughter. “Plus, Baz is on there. You don’t want to kiss your own brother,” he said, trying to diffuse the situation I guess. I blanched. He gawked at my reaction.
“Look, I don't want to kiss Orson,” I sighed.
“But you do want to kiss—”
“No! What the fuck is wrong with everyone here! Look, I want to follow Orson to find my brother… to kill him,” I spelled it out when his eyebrows raised. “It’s not a fuck, marry, kiss list. It’s a kill list. No kissing, no fucking, no…”
“Marrying?” Gonzo asked with a raised eyebrow. I went still for a moment, my eyes darting away. I cleared my throat.
“Exactly,” I responded.
“Right. Well, no need to follow Orson.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I know someone better. Bree, the Bloody Queen of Verfallen. Your brother’s girlfriend.”
“The one everyone thinks I look like. That gets annoying by the way.” Gonzo’s expression grew thoughtful.
“Yeah… that's disturbingly true.”
“Can you explain something to me? How can he have a girlfriend if he can’t touch anyone?” I asked.
“He can touch her. I don’t know why but I’ve seen it.” I felt a flash of anger burning in my chest. How could she touch him?
“I’ve seen less of her than I have my brother,” I said blankly.
“Luckily, I know just where to find her.”
“Where?”
“What will you give me if I tell you?” He asked with a dangerous smile. I wasn’t feeling very playful anymore.
“Don’t get in my way, Gonzo.”
“Or what? No more kisses?” He joked.
“Just a kiss of death. Though honestly, maybe I should kill you anyway. You would put up such a brutal fight wouldn’t you?” I rasped the words, imagining his rough hands attacking me. Clearly, I was still way too horny. I coughed and looked away. I couldn’t show him that side of me yet. Even I knew that you waited until someone was locked in before sharing the weird stuff. That way they couldn’t easily get away.
“Hazel, you wouldn’t even know if I was fighting you. I can be conniving,” he said, winking.
“Your fighting feels like fucking,” I commented and he barked out a laugh.
“You don’t know what my fucking feels like. Not yet, at least,” he whispered, leaning in close. A delighted shudder ran up my spine.
“Not ever,” I said back quietly. Liar .
“Keep telling yourself that.” He reached out and twirled my hair around his finger. “I love seeing the fight drain from your eyes when I touch you. Your hands pushing me away with the most pathetic force, your mouth saying stop while you grind against me.”
“Shut up,” I hissed in embarrassment.
“By the way, Bree will come here, to my room. So you better stay put. Try not to kill me while I take a nap,” he said, walking over and flopping on the only bed in the room.
“Why would Bree come here?” I asked in suspicion. Gonzo spread himself across the mattress.
“You still don’t know everything going on here,” he said. “There’s a reason we have Wards and why everyone is terrified of Bree and her men.”
“What’s the reason?”
“After lights out, they own the halls. They’ve been hunting us. They’re killing all the inmates of Verfallen,” he explained. I rubbed my mouth as I thought.
“There’s so many people here though. Even more patients than the official records suggested. So how could they be—”
“Doctor Stein is to thank for that.”
“For what?” I asked.
“He brings them back to life. Don’t know how, don’t know why. You had to have noticed the zombies by now,” he said. I scratched my cheek, thinking about what that girl said at group therapy. She kept going on about zombies. Guess she wasn’t delusional. There were people who seemed… less in some way. Tired, confused, shuffling feet, and heads falling over on their shoulders.
“So, he’s made everyone immortal?” I asked. Gonzo snorted.
“No, princess. They don’t come back the same. There’s something… off.” He shuddered. “He used to bring back everyone but now he doesn’t touch venom victims. I think he made a deal with your brother.” Venom victims… the term soured my stomach.
“Get up, I need to sleep first,” I said. After today’s death I needed another long nap. Gonzo patted the bed beside him.
“Only one bed. Don’t you hate when that happens?” He asked with a wide grin. I glared. The bed squealed like a startled pig as he shifted and I felt a great sweeping sadness for not having the bed Zero had given me.
“You can either get some sleep with me or be dragging ass tonight when you face the baddest monster in the loony bin.” With a grumble I dropped on the bed next to him, facing the opposite way. A moment later he pressed against my back. His hand settled on my hip while his other arm slid under my head as a cushion.
“Stein’s down pillows were better than your hard bicep.”
“Yes but which would you rather fuck more?”
“The pillow,” I said. Gonzo laughed and I felt his chest vibrate on my back. His mouth settled near my ear.
“I’d like to see that,” he purred. I felt his teeth sink into my ear and his tongue flick. I tried not to squirm as the heat between my legs built. The hand on my hip slid forward, his fingers fanning out low on my belly. He pressed my body against him and his erection nestled against my ass.
“I’m helping you tonight. I’m taking a big risk, seeing as I can die and you can’t.”
“Why risk death?” I asked curiously.
“Because I like it when you owe me,” he whispered.
“What if I don’t want to owe you any more kisses?” I asked.
“You’re going to owe me more than kisses after tonight.”
“I’m celibate,” I mumbled. Was I still?
“I promise not to fuck you,” he whispered in my ear. Why did it sound like he was promising the exact opposite?
“I can’t,” I said quickly, my heart pounding. His hand slid down, gripping me between my legs. His fingers rubbed back and forth. I closed my eyes.
“I thought we were napping,” I rasped.
“You’re going to tell me exactly what my limits are, Hazel.”
“I—”
“After tonight,” he said, pulling his hand from between my legs. I let out a breath. Why was he such a tease? Why wait when earlier I said we could do more? Maybe he was concerned I was making a quick decision I would regret. I bit back a smile.