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Aftermath is staring at me like he either wants to choke me or fuck me. If he can do both at the same time, I won’t complain. I raise an eyebrow challenging him.
Aftermath growls before stomping off and calling his brothers for Church. He disappears around the corner and I wait a few before following him.
He stops in the middle of the hallway between the commons room and the bedrooms and grabs the back of his neck. His back rises and falls with deep shuddering breaths. Something heavy is weighing on his mind and I want to know what it is.
“You know it’s not nice to stalk people,” Aftermath chides. The deep timber of his voice drives me insane with want.
I straighten my shoulders and approach him. My steps are light and hesitant. Have I pushed him to far this time? Is he going to reject me? Do I have what it takes to keep him if he does get over whatever it is that’s stopping him from being with me?
Once I’m standing in front of him I peer up into his soulful eyes. There’s anguish, fear and lust radiating from their depths. I take a deep breath. It’s now or never.
I place my hands on his chest, not breaking eye contact, “It’s not stalking when the subject wants you to follow them.” I lick my dry lips and Aftermath’s eyes follows my tongue. Any emotion he had earlier leaves his body, his face is impassive as he stares down at me.
“Who said I want to be stalked?” Aftermath challenges, raising an eyebrow.
Challenge accepted.
Two can play this game. I lean in closer until our bodies are barely touching. My heart is hammering in my chest. Aftermath’s body heat radiates off him and straight to my aching pussy. “You did, Aftermath, and I’m not one to disappoint.” Our lips are a whisper apart, one slight move and they’d be touching. I’ll wait for him to make that move.
Game.
Set.
Match.
The ball is in his court now. Aftermath cups the back of my neck, squeezing lightly and drawing me impossibly closer. He shifts my head to trail his hot breath down my neck. A moan escapes my lips from his barely there touch.
“I’m no good for you.” Aftermath whispers in my ear, setting my body on fire.
I turn my head to face him. “Let me be the judge of that.” I reply.
I sense it before it happens. Aftermath’s resolve snaps and his plump lips are on mine, taking everything he wants. When he pulls my long locks back and his lips kiss along the column of my neck, I groan with pleasure. This is the closest to heaven I’ve ever been. If he can make my body react this way with only his lips and tongue on my neck, I’ll be ruined for anyone else. No wonder the club whores fight over this man.
A cold bucket of reality dumps on my head and I pull away from Aftermath’s lips.
“Wait.” The panic in my voice must give away my feelings because Aftermath stops kissing me and I miss it. I want to say fuck it and keep going but now the image of these busty women who have way more experience in pleasing a man than I do invade my mind and my insecurities reach an all-time high. What if I'm not good enough? My limited interaction with the opposite sex includes my old boyfriend from back home who didn’t know his way around a woman’s body even with a neon light pointing where to go and the men who kidnapped me. They raped me for days and didn’t care if I begged them to stop until another woman was brought in and then their attention moved onto her. I’ve had years of therapy to come to terms with all of it. The kidnapping, rapes and the reasons why I was taken in the first place. It had nothing to do with me trying to find one of my best friends, and everything to do with who my dad is. I still haven’t told anyone who my dad is and I’m hoping I never have to. The Royal Bastards will kick me out on my ass fast if they knew.
After all the therapy and working through my issues, I crave the touch of a man. Not just any man though. I crave Aftermath’s touch against my skin, making my body come alive in ways it never has before. Now, in order to get it, I have to compete with club whores.
Aftermath lets out a harsh breath and rests his forehead against mine. “What is it, Kensi?” His scent washes over my skin. “I knew this shouldn’t...”
The moment those words leave Aftermath’s mouth, I clamp my hand over it to stop him. “Don’t you dare say it was a mistake or shouldn’t have happened. If you do, I will squeeze your balls so tight, they’ll pop in my grip.” I threaten. “What is happening between us isn't a mistake.” I remove my hand and put it on his chest. His heart is beating hard against my palm.
Aftermath smirks, the regret leaves his body. There’s a playfulness smirk on his lips and a challenge in his eyes. “Why did you make me stop?”
Do I tell him the truth or keep my insecurities hidden? I choose the latter.
“You’ve got to pack and see your mom before Church. What I have planned will take a lot longer than the measly few minutes we have.” Whew, saved myself by the edge of my seat.
Aftermath nods his head, “You’re right.” He releases his hold on my neck but holds out a hand. “Come help me and then I’ll introduce you to my mom.” It wasn’t a question but a request and by the look in his eyes, I couldn’t tell him no anyways. Leaving now is taking a toll on him emotionally so I’ll do what I can to help. I slip my hand into his and he pulls me against him. “This isn’t over yet,” Aftermath growls against my neck, sending my body into overdrive.
“Not by a long shot.” I promise.
Now, I need to keep that promise and figure out how to keep Aftermath by my side. Once he discovers the truth, he might kick my ass to the curb.
Chapter 3
Aftermath
