Come Out, Come Out (Haunted Hearts)

by Alexia Onyx

“Are you afraid of me?” I don’t think she is, but I can’t settle the worry writhing through me like a parasite until I hear her say the words. Our games have been fun; I’ve basked in the murky waters swimming with lust and fear. But if she’s afraid of me now, it doesn’t bode well.

“What I do fear, is that I’ve come to crave you.” She huffs a humorless laugh. “Despite everything, I’ve become attached to you. I might even need you.” With the validation of her admission, I ache for her. My own need oozes out of me and clings to my skin. It’s replaced the sweat in my pores.

“So, what now?”, she asks, her eyes wide with apprehension. Everything, I want to say, but that’s not possible. So I settle for, “Want to watch a movie?” She laughs. “What?” A shy smile spreads across my lips. “I just . . . I want some semblance of normalcy. I just want to be with you.”

All the ways I’ve ever wanted to touch her wrestle for my attention. I rest my chin on her head as she leans into my lap and I can’t help myself from burying my nose against her scalp. It’s all I can do to not take a deep breath. I run my short navy nails up and down her bare arm, she lets out a content sigh that nearly melts me into a pool of helpless adoration, but then she rubs her palm over my cock through my jeans.

“Don’t let go.” I nearly beg as my hands palm her ass to pull her flush against me. My fingers slide under the fabric and squeeze, my hands overflowing. Everything about her is so luxurious and plentiful, offering the life and sustenance that was ripped away from me. “Now that I have the chance to tell you, I need you to know, I love these little fucking shorts.”