Chapter Nine – Red
As promised, I stayed, even though I woke before him. It was foolish to be watching him so closely, so interested in his looks, just like it had been foolish for me to stay. But what was most foolish was how he made me feel. I knew better, and yet I was still falling like a damn fool because that’s what I was: a fool in love.
I looked down on his large body. Asleep, he looked even bigger than he did when he was awake. He took up more space, sprawled across the bed, like a giant. He really was huge compared to my little body. I shook my head as he snored lightly. What was he doing to me? Normally I only had sex with the lights firmly off, and yet he had me strip and for him without even thinking. I could find embarrassment when I was so lost in lust. I tried to think through what this was, and found nothing. I had no answers and I wanted to curse myself for allowing myself to make things complicated. This was supposed to be a simple one-night stand, and yet here I was in his bed again. To make matters worse, I was hungry. Those tacos hadn’t done a thing considering we burnt through them as soon as we got home. I needed to eat something.
Warren slept face down, and if it weren’t for the gentle snoring, I’d fear he was smothering himself. He must have really been afraid I’d leave like I did last time because his arm was thrown across my waist. I picked it up tentatively, afraid to wake him and desperate to pee.
After some slow maneuvers and holding my breath, I replace my body with a pillow.
He said something in his sleep, but didn’t wake.
Once nature stopped calling, I tip-toed around, taking in the details of the home I never noticed before. It was an older home, and it was painfully obvious no woman lived here, but it was clean and furnished. Which was worth some points because I knew for a fact men more often than not did not see the point of keeping a clean place.
The kitchen held cabinets that were barely filled. There was a set of everything, as if Warren went to Walmart and grabbed one box of everything, and however many was in the set was what he had. Six plates, six forks, six spoons, and six knives. They were plain and easily replaceable. His cups were a collection of plastic fast food cups, shot glasses, and a few more glasses he probably got from Target. I grabbed the plates first. I would have bet money Warren never ate at this table, which was why I took the time to set it. I didn’t see any trays and had no intention of burning myself or accidently dropping food, trying to balance as I walked to his bedroom.
Once the table as set with paper towels since Warren didn’t have any napkins, I raided his kitchen for food. I found three cereal boxes, milk that was on the cusp of expiration, bread, cheese slices, butter, eggs, and condiments. Clearly he didn’t spend much time here. With limited options, I knew there was only one thing to do: I needed to make something. My stomach growled loudly.
Grilled cheese it was.
Warren was a big man, and I assumed he had a big appetite so I planned to use the rest of the bread on top of his refrigerator, which was probably a good thing. He could stand to go shopping.
I hummed to myself, feeling quite domestic and safe for the first time in a while. I felt calm and I wasn’t checking over my shoulder or wondering how long I had before I had to leave. If I was just a woman, unaware of the world, I wouldn’t have noticed Warren’s presence, but I wasn’t a regular woman. I was a woman abused and scorned. I noticed people’s presence almost as soon as they were nearby. But I felt safe with his presence. He stood in the doorway, watching me cook, and I let him. I didn’t know what to say and I hoped to God all he was spouting before we had sex wasn’t out the window.
“Good morning.”
His voice was so deep, still tinged with sleep. “By the darkness outside the window, I think you mean good evening.” I paused to giggle. “If bikers even say that.”
He smiled and came up behind me, grabbing my waist, not caring that I was cooking.
“Good evening, Red.”
He tried to sound British, the gravel in his voice, a sexy success. It turned me on to hear him call me that.
“How did you sleep?” I asked, not moving from his grasp.
“Like a rock. Like I took a sleeping pill named Red.”
I giggled.
“I could stand to take another one,” he hinted into my ear.
Only hours before, we’d had an amazing session, but I could tell by the hard bulge that he was ready to go ahead. I couldn’t let that happen.
I turned and pushed his chest
“We need to get some things cleared up.”
He rolled his eyes but stepped back. “Some things like what?”
“Like this,” I said pushing my hands between us. “What is this?”
“Chemistry,” he said simply, as if I should have already known the answer.
I leaned against the counter. “Well, what are we doing?”
“Fucking.”
His one-word answers were appalling.
“Do you plan to do that with other women too?”
He paused, finally not having all the answers, and then shrugged. “I haven’t really thought about it, but I hadn’t planned on it.”
I didn’t want to admit how exciting his answer was, but I needed to make sure. “Well, what if I had planned on it?”
He pushed me against the counter so fast I forgot I should have been scared. I could tell by his eyes that he was nothing like Bryant. Sure, he was being aggressive, but I wasn’t scared. I was turned on. “If you give anyone else that pussy, I’m going to punish you,” he growled.
I shoved off the counter, turning off the burners just to be on the safe side. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” He stepped closer, boxing me in like an animal ready to pounce on his prey. “I will spank that ass so hard you won’t be sitting for a week.”
His words touched my entire body. I had to be blushing down to my toes, I was so damn turned on. I had no idea how I could feel so safe with him while he told me he was going to spank me, yet I was so scared of my abusive husband. He didn’t let me think on it too long. He grabbed me and bent me over the kitchen counter. My face touched the cold ceramic.
“In fact, let me go ahead and let you know how I feel about you even thinking that.”
He swatted my ass once and I moaned, arching my ass up to him, hoping he did it again. He didn’t make me wait long. My other cheek stung as he brought his hand with force. “Ah.”
He took full advantage of my nakedness and stuck his finger in my wet center without mentioning how I was wearing his shirt without panties.
He slapped my ass again, causing me to clench around his thick digits. He kept a steady pace as he fucked me with his hands. “Going to tell me you were planning to fuck someone else,” he said mumbling to himself. “Got another damn thing coming.” His hand popped loudly on my skin. “I’m the only man you’ll be fucking,” he growled, thrusting into me.
My legs trembled and I feared I would fall over. I was dizzy with passion. He was telling me I was his and I didn’t care. For the moment, I wanted to be.
“You hear me?”
I nodded, my face barely moving against the counter because of my moist skin. He pulled back on my hair, arching my back, causing his fingers to touch an even deeper part inside of me.
“Yes, Warren!”
Then I was coming, screaming loudly, barely making any sense.
“Yes…yes! Oh, yes!” I said, panting and coming back to myself.
He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked on them loudly until they were clean.
“Mm. God you taste fucking good,” he said, helping me stand, smoothing his shirt down. “Thanks for breakfast.”
I flushed, nervous he wasn’t going to eat what I actually cooked. “But you didn’t eat anything yet.”
He laughed and walked to the corner to the steaming coffee pot. “I just did. It was delicious.” Then with his glass of coffee, he sat back down. “But I could stand to eat a little more.”
I giggled and pulled the food. He didn’t have much to work with, but he did have bread, cheese, and butter. Grilled cheese and whiskey seemed like a good snack.