Shadowing Me
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“Nothing happened,” he yells.
I shush him as I look over my shoulder to make sure he didn’t wake her.
“Other than her attacking my mouth, no, nothing happened. She did Ecstasy last night, and a few of us stayed up with her until she came down.”
Storm swallows her laugh and gulps when she sees ZZ’s jaws flex.
“Who gave her the X?”
He isn’t about to turn me into a fucking rat. He knows better. What the hell!
“You know it was Piper, so don’t even get like that,” Storm chastises.
Hey, as long as that shit didn’t come out of my mouth.
ZZ sighs his aggravation as he bends down to pick her up off the couch. Tatiana nuzzles against his shoulder as her sleepy eyes crack open.
“I did Ecstasy last night, Daddy,” she whispers.
Storm can’t hold her laughter any longer, and her body shakes uncontrollably as she lets it fly.
“I’m daddy right now, huh?” he says as he kisses her forehead.
“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I feel like hell,” she mumbles.
I bet she feels like hell. I never pray, but I want to. I want to pray that she remembers absolutely none of this. But something deep in my gut tells me I won’t be so lucky, when she peeks over at me as ZZ turns to walk her out.
“Attacked your mouth, huh?” Storm asks as she hands me a coffee.
I don’t reply until I’ve gulped down half the scalding cup of Jo and light up a smoke. It’s way too damn early to be answering 101 questions, but seeing as she cares about Tatiana as much as I do, I’ll tell her.
“Yeah, it was something else,” I murmur as I take another drag from my cig.
“You’re lucky ZZ trusts you with her, or I have a feeling that might’ve been a lot worse than it was.”
Yeah, no shit.
He shouldn’t trust me with her, though. That’s the fucking problem, but he can’t grasp that concept.
Storm takes the hint that I’m finished discussing last night with her. In fact, I don’t ever want to speak of it again. It was so beyond messed up, and I can’t even begin to explain it. With everything that happened, I don’t know what to think. Hell, I’m not sure if I even know which way is up or down.
My legs are stiff as I walk out of the clubhouse towards the main building. A cold shower calls to me. It’ll help straighten out my foggy, muddled head. One thing I don’t like is being confused about shit. Life isn’t supposed to be simple, but I do all that I can to make it that way. And Tatiana is doing anything but making my life simple right now. She’s fucking it all up with her blonde curly hair, blue eyes as bright as the sky, and her toned body that could last for hours restrained with rope.
Fuck me!
It is official. I fucking want her, and now, I have to find a way to keep me from taking what I need. I have never once denied myself anything I desire. I take that shit without looking back, and now, I am about to see how solid my restraint actually is. One problem with that, though, is Tatiana tests my control more than I test myself, which is two devils working as one against me.
When I reach my room, I head straight for the bathroom, turn on the cold water, and strip down. Thinking about Tatiana tied up for hours, with rope cutting into her delicate wrists, has me rock fucking hard.
When the cold spray hits my hot skin, I place one hand against the wall, wrap my other hand around my cock, and tighten my fingers as I pull. Her mouth on mine replays over and over in my head with each tug of my wrist, jerking my cock up and down. I crave more, so I imagine her mouth on me, her hands bound behind her back, as her head bobs up and down. Her tongue slurps against my skin as I wrap my hands in her hair and yank hard. The image is enough to tighten my balls, and my swimmers shoot out under the stream of water. I rest my forehead against the shower wall as my breathing steadies and the icy water cascades down my body.
I’m so fucked when it comes to her, and I am so damn confused. She’s all up in my head, and she doesn’t even know it. When I can finally breathe easy, I stand straight, grab a washcloth, and spread soap onto it. My mind has somewhat cleared by the time my prepay rings with Prez’s ringtone.
Fuck, yes, some fucking normalcy back in my life.
***
We sit around the table in church, shooting the shit while waiting for Sniper to show. Prez looks at his watch, lights up a smoke, and curses under his breath in irritation. ZZ hasn’t said another word to me about last night, and I’m fucking stoked. I hope to god he hasn’t said shit to the Prez, either.
Ten minutes later, Sniper finally graces us with his presence.
“Brother, you put your make-up on or something?” Prez barks.
Sniper growls as he slams the door behind him and takes a seat. Hidden behind my shades, I close my eyes, because, judging by his looks, I can tell he’s about to bring up last night.
“I was up late.”
You motherfucking ass prick!
“I don’t give a fuck if you haven’t slept in a week. When I call church, your ass needs to be here on time. Max, take away his cut for a week,” Prez orders.
“Prez,” Max says in acknowledgment.
“I’m not even gonna argue with you right now, Prez. Take it away, whatever,” he says as he lights up a cig.
We groan. He knows better than to fucking talk to the Prez like that, no matter if he’s blood or not. What the hell is he thinking?
“Two fucking weeks, Max. Keep going, brother. Blood or not, I’m about to shoot your ass in the fuckin’ kneecaps,” Prez growls as he slams the gavel down against the wooden plank.