Razorblade Kisses(80)

Where are you

I’m sorry

You know I love you

Please call me

Now you’re pissing me off

You’re going to throw us away

Emery didn’t know who Stephanie was, but she guessed it was his girlfriend and she felt dirty. She wanted to shower, to get his scent off her. If she was wearing pants she would have fled. Shit, even if she just had on underwear she would’ve left at this point. She put down the phone and walked slowly upstairs.

When she breached the doorway to Tim’s room, he looked up from where he was waiting for her, sitting on the bed. She ripped off his shirt and went about picking her pants, bra, and underwear off the floor.

“Emma?” Tim rose to his feet and put his hands on her biceps. She didn’t know why, but that move alone eased some of the tension in her body. “Please stay. I want to have breakfast with you, in you.” He smirked.

Emery looked at him, disgusted. “I’m leaving. Why don’t you call Stephanie and meet her for breakfast,” she spat at him and rushed from the room with her clothes in her hands. When she reached the kitchen, she grabbed her tank top and pulled it on at the same time she tried to shove her feet into the legs of her jeans. The underwear would have to wait.

“Emma!” Tim was right behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “Please listen to me,” he pleaded, his voice calm and low.

“No. I don’t sleep with men…ever…and now this. I don’t…” She pushed away from him and tucked her hair behind her ear furiously. “Well, at least you made this easy enough to walk away from,” she muttered and stomped into the kitchen to grab her sweater. “Where is my fucking bag?!” she yelled, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

Tim brought her purse over to her and held it out to her. “Stephanie is my ex-girlfriend who hasn’t been able to let go yet.” He smiled sadly. “I’m working on it.”

Emery stopped and cocked her head to the side in contemplation, trying to decide whether she believed him. “The nurse.” She remembered the heated discussion in the hall and remembered thinking it was something personal.

Tim nodded. “We haven’t been together in months, Emma. I don’t want you to leave here thinking I cheat on my girlfriend, because I don’t.”

“Okay,” she acquiesced.

“Okay?” His brows rose at how easy she’d conceded.

“But what about the dance club?”

“We weren’t together. We got back together a few weeks after that and then broke up again a few months later.”

She put her bag down and let out a sigh.

“Do you think I can help you take off your clothes so that we can go back to sleep?”

She looked at him and realized he was still naked and now standing at attention. “Why?” she almost whispered, staring at his erection.

Tim chuckled. “Well, I’ve been told it’s a biological reaction to things.”

She slapped his arm and looked at his face, but didn’t get past his lips. He was licking them mercilessly.

“Would you like something to drink, Emma? I’m thirsty.” He walked around her and poured two cups of water.

They drank in silence as they consumed each other with their eyes.

“So you thought I would be the kind of guy that would do that? Fuck you five times and then just go back to my girlfriend?”

“Four,” she whispered.

“What?” He looked at her with such intensity, Emery had to look away.

“Four times,” she repeated.

“Oh, I know that’s how many times we’ve already done it. I’m including the next one. I think it might be the best one.”

And it was.





CHAPTER FORTY

Beautiful Ruin



Emery’s eyes opened as she felt the light tingles up and down her left forearm. Again, she was initially confused at the room in which she woke up, but then felt wet heat on her arm again and found Tim kissing every single scar on her arm. Tears sprang to her eyes and pieces of her exploded, scattering all over his room. Looking away from him, she tried to cry silently, but he must have noticed she was awake because he pulled her into him and held her.

“Something hurt you,” he whispered.

She was silent.

He held her so tight; she hoped he could make all of the shards of her stick together.

They stayed that way for several minutes, silent, before he kissed her.

“I…”

Tim kissed her swollen lips, stopping her from telling him what happened to her. He kissed away her tears, licked her cheeks, nipped at her ear and neck and sucked on her nipple until it pebbled beneath his tongue. He was insatiable and she was sore, but then he touched her and all of the pain she felt when she was awake fell away. The pain that tore at her heart and her brain dissipated at his touch too; the ache from their activities was worth it.