Chapter 7
Patch
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve been fucking Anika. It’s been great. It’s been fun, but I feel like there’s something else she’s after from me. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it.
“You’re being quiet,” she says softly as I run my fingers along her spine after our last round. I’m not complaining about the sex, it’s hot as fuck, and she lets me do whatever I want to her.
“I’m tired.”
“You want me to leave?”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“We’re not gonna sit here and have that conversation, Anika.
We ain’t that deep,” I tell her. I know it sounds shitty, but it’s the truth.
She huffs out a breath and shoves herself up before climbing out of the bed.
I shift and sit up, scooting against the headboard as I watch her pull her clothes on.
“You leavin’?”
“What do you want me to do? You don’t want to talk to me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to talk to you,” I tell her. She turns to face me, and I can see the look in her eyes. She’s getting attached to me. I shouldn’t let her. I should push her away because I’m not looking for a relationship, but there’s something about her that I like.
“You literally just did,” she says as she pulls her shirt over her head.
“Take it off.”
“What?”
“Take the fuckin’ clothes off, Anika,” I order her.
She looks at me and finally sighs before pulling her clothes back off.
I smirk, knowing I’d get my way. I always do with her.
“Get back over here.” She slowly walks back over to the bed and climbs onto it.
I reach for her, pulling her into my arms.
“What do you want?” she asks.
“I want your pussy ridin’ my face.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I said no. We fucked three times already,” she says. I know how many times I’ve been inside her.
“And?”
“And I need to go.”
“You keep comin’ back. Why?”
“The sex is good,” she says calmly. No, there’s something else. I’m not saying the sex isn’t good, it’s fucking off the charts with her, but there’s something more that she’s looking for, and right now she isn’t willing to tell me what that is.
“And?”
“What do you mean and?”
“And what else?” When she doesn’t answer me, I sit up and start to climb off the bed. That’s when she stops me.
“What the hell is that?”
“What?” I ask.
“That! On your shoulder.” I smirk as I turn to face her.
“Someone scratched me, and I decided to keep them,” I tell her.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a tattoo.”
“Of scratches?”
“Your scratches.” She looks at me, unsure of what to say. I thought that would leave her speechless. I grab my boxers and pull them on when she climbs off the bed and comes up behind me. I feel her fingers move over the tattoos before she moves to stand in front of me.
“Why?”
“Because I like when you mark me.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I fuckin’ like it, Anika. And now I’m keepin’ your mark on me.”
“Are you crazy?”
“You want the honest answer?” I ask her. She nods her pretty little head, and I give it to her. “Yeah. I’m fuckin’ crazy. I do stupid shit, I do illegal shit. I do a lot of shit, Anika.”
“And you kept my marks,” she whispers.
“Why not?”
“You said this was nothing.”
“It is nothin’. It’s us fuckin’.”
“That’s it?” she asks. I nod my head and grab my shirt, pulling it over my head.
“That’s it.” In my head, that’s what I’m telling myself, but the more I learn about her, the more I like having her around.
Even when I don’t want to talk about shit, Anika feels comfortable enough to talk to me.
I’ve learned about her past, I’ve learned about her family.
But there’s something she’s holding onto.
Something she’s holding back from me, and I want it. I want to know what it is.
“Then I’m done,” she says as she pulls her own clothes on.
I chuckle, which only serves to piss her off.
She dresses quickly and heads for the door when I stop her.
I step in front of her, blocking her exit.
There’s no way in hell that this is over until I say it’s over.
That pussy belongs to me, even if the girl doesn’t.
“What the hell do you mean you’re done?”
“Just what I said. This isn’t worth it for me. I need more.”
“You want flowers? Candy and romance? Then you might as well go. I can’t give you that shit,” I tell her truthfully.
“You said all this is sex.”
“That’s what I can do.”
“Then I don’t want to do it anymore,” she says. I sigh and run my hand through my hair as she looks up at me.
“What do you want from me, Anika?”
“I don’t know, Patch. I don’t fucking know.”
“Then why get pissy?”
“I don’t know,” she sighs. I lift my hand and rest it on her cheek as she gazes up at me.
“Then let it be. You don’t like what we’re doin’?”
“I do like it. I just get attached to people easily,” she admits.
“I get it. Let’s just see what happens, yeah? It’s only been a few weeks.” She finally gives in and nods her head. Then I lean down and press my lips to hers. She lets me kiss her and slide my tongue into her mouth. I toy with hers until I hear her moan. When I pull away, she smiles up at me.
I pull the door open and walk her out into the main room.
We head out the front door, and I walk her to her car.
Just as I’m about to open her door for her, I hear the squeal of tires.
I whip around just in time to see men jumping out of a van.
I step in front of Anika, ready for a fight.
The men come at me quickly, but I’m ready.
I swing and hit one, but then they’re rushing me.
Anika screams, but it doesn’t last long.
She quickly goes silent, and that unnerves me.
I’m about to spin around, but I’m hit in the head. That’s all I needed. Everything goes black.