I woke the next morning with Julian’s arm draped over me, holding me to him protectively. After last night’s rendezvous I’m not surprised he hadn’t let me out of his sight. I leaned up ready to get up and get in the shower, but he gripped me tighter and pulled me even closer. It was then that I remembered the events of last night.
I slept with this man lying next to me. I wasn’t drunk last night, but the high I felt from his bite. I reach up, I let my fingers brush my neck remembering what it had felt like, but winced slightly. He hadn’t bitten me hard, at least it didn’t seem like he had last night. It was at that moment that I realized the pain I felt on my hip, seeing as I was laying on my side. Jeez, how hard did he bite me last night? I wanted to get up and find out, but I didn’t want to wake him. I felt the bed shift. He must have awoken. I turned and faced him. His eyes were still closed but a smile brimmed against his lips. His normally slicked back hair was a tousled mess. A combination of sex hair and bed head suited him and oh my he looked even sexier than usual, ifg that was possible.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Julian husks, groggily.
“Good morning,” I respond with a smile. He releases me and I sit up on the bed, wincing slightly at the pain between my legs. I stand, only to nearly fall. My legs felt like Jell-O and they ached severely. I was feeling the effects as well as the remaining high from last night. That was the definition of mind blowing sex. I turn around.
“You okay?” Julian asks, studying me. He seemed amused and then worried.
“Yep,” I reply a little too quickly. “I’m fine.” He furrows his brows, but doesn’t argue. He gets up from the bed and quickly strides over to me. He moves my hair from my neck and touches the area he’d bitten. I wince in response.
“It hurts.” It wasn’t a question. I bite my lip and say nothing. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No,” I murmur.
“What?” He asks.
“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize. I loved it. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He licks his lips and then bites his bottom lip briefly.
“Bria, you haven’t seen it. I hurt you.” I could see the guilt in his eyes. I could tell he hated that he hurt me. I shake my head. I didn’t have to see the bite mark that was surely there. He shouldn’t be sorry for it. I was okay. I loved the way his bite felt. It was addicting.
“I’m okay.” He didn’t look convinced. “Look, I’m really okay. I promise.” I bring myself closer to him and I wrap my arms around his torso resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms securely around me. “Come shower with me?” I heard him inhale deeply and then came a chuckle. I wasn’t sure why, but I never wanted this man to leave. I wanted him to stay here with me forever.
“I can do that.” I beam up at him and take his hand, leading him into the bathroom, ignoring the ache I felt in my legs. I open the glass shower door and turn on the water. The hot water felt great on my skin. Julian followed shortly behind me.
He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss on my shoulder. I turned to face him as I shampooed my hair then conditioned it. I handed him the shower head and he wet his hair in response. It draped in his face. I took my finger and ran it through his hair pushing it from his face. I handed him my shampoo. He smoothed it through his tousled hair and rinsed. After rinsing off, I handed him a soapy washcloth and turned my back to him. I heard his soft chuckle before feeling him run the washcloth down my backside and then the front.
Julian lingered for a moment on my hip, examining it. I looked down at it myself. In the place he’d bitten was a purple and red colored hickey in the shape of his mouth. I didn’t mind, after all nobody would see it except for Julian and maybe Eliza. He continued to drag the washcloth across the front side of my body then handed it to me, before turning his back to me.
I smiled, biting my lip slightly. I drug the cloth across his glorious body. I placed my hand on his shoulder he turned his head to look at me and gave me a small smile. I trailed the washcloth down his body, and back up and over to his front side and followed suit. I bit my bottom lip and smiled once I was done. He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it with his thumb.
“I will never hurt you again,” He murmured softly, before kissing me quickly. It was brief and I craved his lips once more. I craved the touch, the taste. I craved it all. I placed my hand on the back of his lips and rose on my tiptoes. I kissed him. I pulled him closer to me and pressed my exposed body against his.
My legs quivered beneath me, my heart began to race, and my breath was caught in my throat as Julian pushed me closer to him, his arms being the only thing that was keeping me from falling on my ass, but I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared about the high I felt. I was a drug addict and he was the drug; my drug. Oh, did he give me a high nothing else could ever compare to.
In a matter of what seemed like milliseconds, I was pressed firmly against the while tiled wall. Julian pinned my free arm above my head with one hand as his free hand traveled down my side, my hip, and down to my thigh. He gripped my thigh pulling it up to his waist as he pressed his groin against mine. Oh the heat that was there. I could feel his long length against me. A burning desire surged through my veins, completely consuming me. My body still ached from last night, and surely this would only turn the ache into pain, but oh, I didn’t care. I needed him; every inch of him.
He kissed me harder; his lips hungry and devouring mine. He lifted me and eased me on to him slowly. I cried out in both pain and pleasure. It hurt, but it felt so great. He kissed down my jawline leaving little nips that were ever so arousing. He gripped my hips firmly, yet ever so gingerly. He eased me up and down on him, I gripped his back and my back began to arch. I cried out once again, but louder this time, as he quickened the rhythm.
I gripped his back tighter, my nails digging into his back, but slipping as the water dripping onto us made it hard to grip anything. He alternated his pace from slow to quick, making me climb higher and higher. His pace quickened, until I found my release all around him, my legs tightening around him, but even still he continued. Over and over, he moved me up and down. I involuntarily arched my back again, my legs began to quiver and they ached deliciously. His groans synchronized with my own as he made me climb high and higher to my peak until I exploded around him yet again as he came to his climax.
Julian kissed me once more before he placed me back on my feet and embraced me into his strong arms. The dull ache I’d felt before had turned into pain, but I didn’t care. All I cared about right now was the fact that Julian was here with me.
“Oh, the things you do to me, Bria,” Julian whispered into my hair. I giggled softly into his chest.
“I could say the same to you,” I mutter, placing my arms around him. He chuckled at my response.
“Yeah.” I nodded into his chest in responded.
“Bria!” Eliza called from outside the bathroom door. “Hurry up! You’ve been in there for over an hour!” I chuckled. I didn’t think she was going to stay last night, but then again, Eliza always stayed here when we spent the day together.
“We’ll be right out!” I called back to her looking up into the light brown eyes of this beautiful man in front of me.
“Hurry up and don’t use all of the hot water!” I chuckled again. “I mean it!”
“We’d better get out before Eliza breaks down the door and gets us out,” I joke with a chuckle, before shutting off the shower and opening the shower door. I stepped out, ignoring the pain I was feeling and wrapped the light blue towel around my body, tucking it into place, so it wouldn’t fall and I handed Julian a towel. He gave me a dazzling smile and wrapped it around his waist. I returned his smile and opened the door.
“We’re out,” He told her, tousling his hair.
“I see that,” She retorted. “Bria, a word?” I rolled my eyes.
“Sure,” I replied. “I’ll be in the room in just a minute, Julian.” He nodded briefly and walked down the hall and into my room. I couldn’t help but watch him as he walked. Every aspect of this man was beautiful. I bit my lip, thinking about the way his kiss felt. It felt different than it had when I kissed any other man. I wondered why, but pushed the question aside. Whatever made his kiss so erotic and completely exotic, I didn’t want to know.
“Hello?” Eliza asked, waving her petite hand in front of my face and pulling me from whatever trace this man had me in.
“Yeah,” I said, “What?”
“I’ve only asked what the deal was between the two of you four different times.” She was so dramatic. She always had been, but that what I loved about Eliza.
“I’m not sure.” That was the truth. I didn’t know what the deal between Julian and me was. I wasn’t even sure if there was a Julian and me. I just knew I wanted there to be. Sure, we had sex, but sex was only sex these days. It didn’t matter if you were together or not.
His words echoed in my mind; Oh, the things you do to me, Bria. No. The things he does to me. Everything this man made me feel was unlike anything I’d ever felt. I’d had my fare share of serious boyfriends that I’d slept with and while it felt amazing, it was nothing like what I felt when Julian so much as touched me. Everything I feel with that man is seductive.
“Well, you slept with him didn’t you?” she asked.
“Well, there wasn’t much sleeping involved in the shower,” I hinted.
“Oh, my God! How was it?”
“Words don’t even begin to cover what that man makes me feel, Eliza. It’s odd, but in a good way. A really really good way.” I bit my lip thinking about it once more, causing me to flush a deep crimson, after I turned my head and looked at the door. I heard a gasp escape from Eliza’s mouth.
“What?” I asked. She moved my hair from my neck. Shit. She seen the hickey he’d left.
“He got you good,” she observed. Her tone suggested that she may have been a bit concerned. Bit…oh the irony in that statement.
“It’s not a big deal. Can I go now? I have to get dressed.”
“Yeah, go. No more hickeys of that severity, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” I walked down the hall; the fuzzy cream colored rug ran all the way down through the hallway felt soft against my bare feet. I opened the white wooden door that lead to my room and walked in, closing the door behind me. Julian looked over at me, pulling his white V-neck shit over his head. His hair was tousled messily and he looked like a god.
“Are we in trouble?” He asks looking over at me with a smirk dancing upon his beautifully sculpted lips. I bit the corner of my bottom lip and shook my head. He strode over to me. Standing in front of me he gently took my chin into his hand and pulled my lip from the grasp of my teeth. “That’s a habit of yours; biting your lip?” I nod slowly unable to say nothing as he as me mesmerized. He stood just inches away from me. I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn’t get my body to move. “Your neck, does it hurt?”
“No,” I answered as I found my voice. “Not really.”
“Okay, but it’s time that I go.” He embraced me into his arms tightly, but ever so gently. He released me and took my small hands into his; leading me down the hall, through the living room and to my front door.
“Do you have to?” I asked once we reached the door. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay here with me. “You could stay here with me as long as you want. I live here on my own.” He chuckled softly.
“Yes, I have to go.” I wish he didn’t have to, but I guess he did. He couldn’t stay here with me forever. Could he? I mean I wouldn’t mind, but I’d just met this man a few weeks ago. I guess that wouldn’t be right.
“Okay. Just promise me something?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“Promise me that I’ll see you again.”
“I promise. You’ll see me again tonight. In your dreams.” He smiled a crooked smile.
“That’s not,” I paused and looked down, “what I meant.” He put his hand under my chin gently forcing me to look up at him. He searched my eyes.
“I know. I promise. You will see me again.”
“When?” I was hoping it’d be tomorrow, but I couldn’t be certain and judging by his expression he wasn’t either. He opened the door and then kissed me. This kiss was different than the hungry kisses in the shower. It was a soft kiss, but it was firm. It was kiss goodbye, but not a permanent one, I hoped. I placed my hand on his neck and pulled him closer to me. I wanted to savor this kiss. I didn’t know when I would see him again.
“Soon.” It was all he said and just like that he was gone again. The only thing I had left of him was the lingering smell of vanilla and honey and the aching I felt in my legs and between them. I sighed softly and closed the door before I returned to my room.
I opened the doors to my walk-in closet I grabbed a black lace thong and a matching bra and put them on, followed by a pair of mid-rise boot cut jeans that were styled with a large cross adorned with twinkling crystal rivets on flap pockets, contrast stitching, and logo hardware. The jeans hugged my thighs and my ass perfectly. I grabbed a black tank-top with lace trim and slipped it over my head and down my torso. It fit me wonderfully. I slipped on a pair of white socks and sat on my bed.
Why did he have to go? Why couldn’t he have stayed here with me? He could have. He could stay here with me forever if he’d like. I think he knew that, but why would he want to stay?
I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind. I couldn’t think negatively. I had to look at the positives. I at least had seen him again and Eliza had seen him. At least someone knew I wasn’t crazy for believing he was a real person. I’d kissed him. I’d had sex with him. The sex was exhilarating.
I reached over to the nightstand beside of me and grabbed the remote, switching on the flat screen TV that hung on the wall across my bed, just above the fire place. The news was on.
“Breaking news: Sara Tiller, teen pop sensation, was found dead in her Seattle summer home, this morning.” The blonde, and way too peppy, news reporter said, catching my attention. “This is a devastating day for her fans across the globe.” Sara was a neighbor of mine. We weren’t exactly close, but I knew her well enough to know she was a sweet girl. “. The Washington Police Department reports that they don’t know the cause of death at this time, however there will be an ongoing investigation.” I switched off the television and climbed down from my bed.
“Eliza!” I called out. She ran out of the guest room and over to me.
“You heard about Sara Tiller?” She asked. I nodded. “What do you think happened to her? Do you think she was murdered?”
“I don’t know.” Nobody knew at this point.
“Isn’t she your neighbor?”
“Yeah. She was. I wonder what happened to that poor girl.”
“Me too, but Sara Tiller wasn’t the only young girl, or, well, young woman that was killed. Last night, a woman about our age was murdered in the park just down the road.”
“How do you know that?”
“I saw in the newspaper this morning as I went to get coffee. I didn’t read all that into it, but her body was found near the river.”
“First it was Jake, that girl, and now Sara.” My heart hurt a little at the mention of Jake’s name, but I knew he would want me to continue through life, but that was only if Jake really was dead.
“Jake and those girls were murdered. I can feel it in my gut.”
“They probably were, but there’s nothing we can do, Ad.”
“We could investigate it ourselves.” It was just a suggestion and it was probably a crazy one, but if Jake’s body had gone missing and nobody was seen entering the morgue or leaving with it his body and the security cameras were shut off as well or they’d been hacked into.
“That’s the craziest idea I’ve ever heard!” Maybe it was, but there was something even crazier going on around here. I had to know what it was. If Jake was still alive, I had to know. I also had to know if these girls were killed in the same way he was.
“Maybe it is, but don’t you wanna find out what happened to Jake’s body?”
“Yeah, but we could get in some serious trouble here, Ad.”
“Only if we get caught and we won’t. I’m sure of it.”
“And how could you be sure of something like that? “
“You’ll see.” I gave her a smile and I returned to my room. I grabbed my Galaxy S3 from the nightstand and I called an old boyfriend. He was a genius hacker and he could help us.