6. You Make Me Feel
CHAPTER SIX
You Make Me Feel
"To be human is to err. To be human is violence. To be human is death."
With her legs wound tightly around his waist, Deja dug her fingers into the firm muscle of Jax's back. His dark, crimson blood dripped down his spine, painting his skin.
"Humanity is a virus, deeply injected beneath the epidermis of that meant to breed life. Like a poison, it spreads, killing everything it touches."
The words spilled from Deja's lips like vomit, unable to stop until Jax penetrated her so deeply she screamed out. Biting down on his shoulder, tears flew from her eyes.
"Keep going," he demanded. His fingers dug into her scalp, locking with her hair until he pulled her head back to meet his piercing blue gaze. "Don't. Fucking. Stop."
Deja's lips parted, staring at him speechless, evoking an impatient growl from the man mercilessly fucking her as if punishing her. "Humans are a parasite," Jax started.
"A parasite that feeds from its hosts, stealing everything sacred that keeps the host alive," Deja continued.
She whimpered as Jax's grip tightened on her ass.
He roughly slid her up and down his hard dick, coating himself with her arousal.
She felt herself dripping down her thighs.
She looked down at his thick erection, violently slamming into her sore, sensitive pussy with each impatient thrust, creating a creamy froth between them.
Jax pulled her head back to get her attention. His hips never missed a beat as he leaned into her, caressing her lips with his own. "...what do we do with parasites?" he hummed against her lips.
Deja slowly exhaled as Jax's tongue slid across her lips. "We remove them..."
"We kill them," Jax corrected her. "...why?"
"So they cannot affect… another host," Deja said breathlessly.
Grinning, Jax looked at her lips. "...good girl… my Deja… my … Deja… mine… forever mine..." Deja trembled as Jax sensually thumbed her bottom lip. "She gave you to me. Remember that..." Jax said, looking into her eyes. "Moladh Roselyn..."
"...Moladh Roselyn," Deja whispered before Jax stole her breath with an aggressive kiss.
Deja woke up, startled by the sound of her laptop ringing. Looking around, she realized she had fallen asleep in her recliner. Covered with a blanket, she held an article on global warming and Roselyn's Memoir . Wiping the drool from her face, Deja sat up to answer the FaceTime call.
"Deja, darling!"
"Esme!" Deja said, surprised. "H-hi."
"Catch you at a bad time? You've got a little drool on your… Yup, right there."
Deja wiped her face again. "Sorry. I was sleeping."
"Oh..." Esme smiled. "Well, I just wanted to check in to see how you were doing." Deja shrugged. "That bad, huh?" Esme smirked. "At least you're still alive."
"...yeah, there's that..." Deja said flatly. "How are you?"
"I'm well. Better than ever-Oh no, sweetheart, not the red wine, the rosé.
The bottle on your left… There we go," Esme said, pointing off-screen.
Deja's eyes widened when she saw Renee walk into view wearing small pink shorts and a white tank top that complemented her smooth, dark brown skin.
Esme caught Deja's confused expression and smiled.
"Deja, you remember Renee," she said, pulling Renee onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"You mean the woman Ian tried to kill," Deja reminded her.
"Yes, well, now, she's mine," Esme smirked, looking at Renee. "I gave her the choice to leave, and she decided I was just too irresistible."
Renee laughed with a loud snort. "First of all, you threatened me to go on a date with you. In fact, you were waving a knife around as you proceeded to describe in detail how you would eat me out."
"And you fucking loved it!" Esme smiled. "Come on! It was a complete turn-on!"
Renee rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around Esme's neck. "You're lucky you're so cute."
"And, I give amazing head," Esme smirked, kissing Renee's neck.
"Yes… you… do..." Renee moaned.
"Guys. I'm still here," Deja said flatly.
"Whoops! Sorry," Esme said, pulling back from Renee. "Sweetheart, why don't you order dinner while I talk to Deja?"
"Since you're making me wait, I'm ordering the most expensive dish from the most expensive restaurant," Renee said, tapping Esme's nose. Standing to her feet, Renee waved at Deja. "It was nice seeing you again, Deja."
"Nice seeing you as well, Renee." Deja smirked at the way Esme's pale blue eyes followed Renee off-screen. "You look smitten."
Esme grinned. "Just a little. She's fucking gorgeous. She's got the sexiest voice. And I love making her cum-ugh! I swear to Roselyn, I love making her cum."
"Esme," Deja laughed.
"Sorry. TMI," Esme sighed.
"Got over me that quickly, huh?" Deja teased.
"Wha-did you expect me to pine over you forever? A girl's got needs!" Esme snorted as Deja laughed. Esme smiled softly. "...I really like her, Deja..."
Deja smiled warmly. "...I'm happy for you..."
Esme looked at Deja curiously. "...how are you? Really?"
"Lonely," Deja admitted.
Esme frowned. "...Made any new friends?"
Deja snorted. "No."
"That's honestly for the best. You can't trust anyone, Deja. Besides, you won't be alone for long once you give birth to the antichrist."
"Esme!" Deja blurted.
"What? Did you think I forgot you were giving birth to Rosemary's baby? I'm waiting for the little monster to pull a Seed of Chucky and burst its way out of your belly like a fuckin' xenomorph."
"Thank you, Esme. Your words are so comforting," Deja said sarcastically.
"Glad I could help, sweetheart," Esme teased. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a goddess to eat out. I mean, eat with. You know what I mean. Ciao!"
Rolling her eyes, Deja ended the call. She went to check the time on her phone when she found herself staring at her photo gallery in confusion.
...there was a picture of her. Sleeping. "What?"
Hastily standing to her feet, she rushed to her bedroom, glancing at the picture again. It was the same bedroom. Deja spun around in a panic. She searched her closet before running into the living room and frantically searching her apartment like a madwoman.
Nothing. Deja anxiously ran her hand over her face, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating.
Someone had been in her apartment. Her bedroom! But how? She was several stories up. No one had the key to her apartment.
No one except… her landlord. Deja's fear quickly turned to anger. Was this racist creep seriously breaking into her apartment and snapping pictures of her?
Plopping down on her couch, she tried to think of how to confront him. Perhaps she should just try looking for another apartment. The first search was exhausting, but she wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.
Checking her phone again, she realized that it was almost time to meet with Caleb. She'd deal with her disgusting, bigoted landlord later.
Holding her purse over her shoulder, Deja approached Caleb, who was crouching and carefully compressing a dark-red soil-like substance between his palms before pushing it against the plants he had been tending to.
"I've never seen red soil like that before," Deja said, catching his attention. "And I've studied every kind."
Caleb glanced over his shoulder and squinted from the sun when he spotted Deja. "Hey, you!"
His smile was infectious, eliciting a small smile at the corners of Deja's lips. "...hey..."
"It's actually my own special recipe," he said, standing to his feet.
"Recipe?" Deja inquired.
Caleb held out his hand to show her the red soil. "I made my own compost. Experimented with enough organic ingredients until I found something that meshed well. It keeps the soil and roots healthy, nourished, and strong."
"Wow!" Deja said, surprised. "I… that's impressive."
"Impressive?! Wow, I've impressed you!" Caleb teased. "Didn't even think that was possible!"
"Shut up," Deja rolled her eyes.
Caleb grinned. "I honestly was expecting you to stand me up. I thought you accepted my invitation out of pity."
Deja snorted. "I did. Don't make me change my mind."
Caleb smirked. "Just give me a minute to wash up, and we can go."
Deja nodded as Caleb headed into her apartment building.
Crouching down, she pushed her fingers into the red compost. It felt soft and moist, and aside from its intriguing red tint, it blended in almost completely with the soil.
Glancing around the plants he had been working on, she couldn't deny how beautiful they were. He was certainly skilled at his craft.
Deja heard voices and stood to her feet when she saw Caleb talking to Torrence. Her face fell in frustration, remembering the picture he had taken of her. As Caleb walked out, Torrence stared at her from behind the glass door. She knew something was off about that man...
Leaning against the car door, Deja stared up at the sky as Caleb's truck rumbled down the road. She got lost in her thoughts when Caleb finally spoke. "It's interesting seeing you in something other than black," he said, eyeing her blue jeans and oversized yellow sweater.
Deja raised a brow. "Why...? You have an issue with the color black?"
"On the contrary, I love black. It's the color of my dead, empty soul," Caleb said casually.
Deja blinked at him. "I'm kidding!" Caleb laughed.
"What, are you the only one allowed to make awkward jokes that make people uncomfortable?
Oh, I'm sorry. Next time I'll take the bait as a flaming racist," he snorted.
"I wasn't accusing you of being racist," Deja said. "I was just teasing."
"And I was just complimenting you," Caleb retorted. "Like a normal person. See how that works?"
Deja rolled her eyes with a grin. "Are we there yet?"
"Why? You sick of me already?"
"Yeah, kinda."
Caleb grinned. Eyes on the road. "Why do I feel like you're gonna bust my balls, drag my ass to hell, and tear me down like a bougie movie critic?"
Deja laughed at his audacity. "Excuse me! You don't even know me!"