“I’m Latina, it’s what we do,” I joke, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
Needles smiles, giving me a full toothy grin and for the first time ever I think I’ve gotten a real smile from him. Not something that’s been forced. “Do you feel it too?”
I’m taken aback by his bluntness by going straight to the point, but I appreciate it. With a nod, I confirm what he’s asked me. “Yeah, I feel something.”
Chapter Fifteen
If my eyes could show my soul, everyone would cry when they saw me smile
~ Kurt Cobain
Needles
Fuck. The second I asked her I felt like the biggest damn idiot in the world. I’ve never been the type who ever vocalizes his feelings, but I just fuckin’ did, all because Flora is reminding me of Sarah. Jesus. Even though they went through similar situations, they aren’t the same person and I need to remind myself of that. So, while Flora might be showing me a bit more about her true self, I can’t let myself be fooled. She isn’t Sarah and everything I say to her won’t be safe.
But sure enough, a small smile tugs at her lips and she nods. “Yeah, I feel something.”
“I’m gonna be straight with you, I’m gonna kill him for what he did and I’m not bluffing.”
Flora sucks in a sharp breath. “I . . . thank you.” I give her a nod and she scoots a bit closer to me. She clears her throat. “I have nightmares about him sometimes. I. As much as I want to get him out of my head, I just can’t. He’s haunted me for years.”
I clench my fist at hearing her admission. Knowing this monster has had a hold over her for years only pisses me off. It makes me want to make his death worse, the most painful experience he’s ever had.
“Well, he won’t anymore. Don’t let him hold any more power over you. He doesn’t have any. You hear me?” I grab her hand and pull her toward me, wrap my arms around her, and hold her. That’s all I want to do right now. I just want to show her that she’s safe. That she doesn’t need to be scared, that she has someone who will protect her . . . even if neither of us know what this is between us. We don’t need to force shit, but I want to see if this draw between us goes away and we start to hate on each other again, or if this keeps up.
Flora relaxes her body against mine and tears slide down her face, slowly soaking my shirt. “I don’t k-know why y-you’re d-doing this f-for me. Especially a-after everything we’ve said to each other.”
I pull her closer against my chest and rub the back of her head. “‘Cause it’s the right thing to do. I’m not gonna let you or let alone any woman feel like this. There’s no reason for it. When it comes to our past, it’s in the past, so don’t bring it up again.”
Flora nods and relaxes against me. She slowly rakes her hand over my chest, feeling my abs underneath my shirt and her sharp fake nails scrape against my body and I’m kinda taken aback I can feel these daggers of hers through my shirt. Is that normal, or does she have some special nail lady or something? Fuck, women shit confuses the hell out of me.
“I’m glad you’re not holding the past against me,” Flora mutters her whisper out against my chest.
Snaking a hand around the back of her head, I grip her hair and force her to look at me. “Little girl, I told you to not bring it up, and I expect you to listen.” Her mascara runs down her cheeks and her cherry red lipstick is slightly smeared. But these deep chocolate eyes of hers, so big and full of mystery. I get lost in them and while I’d never admit it to the guys, she’s got somethin’ a bit special about her. It’s probably why we never got along at first. Hell, maybe I should’ve fucked her ages ago. “Only worry about what’s in the moment, not the past, not the future. And right now, we’re good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she whispers.
I bring my lips down onto hers, kissing her in a sensual manner opposed to the way I’ve kissed her in the past. Every other time I’ve been a hungry savage, a primal beast, but this time I don’t want to be any of that. I want to feel her quivering against me, to feel her make the moves when we’re not rushed, when we’re not in the heat of the moment. Right now, it’s her and I and we don’t have a ticking clock. Fuck, we have all the time in the world.
But I don’t want her thinkin’ I’m a horny slimeball, so I take my lips from hers and hold her against me, reach for the remote, and press play on her movie.
“Do you want me to start it over again?” Flora asks in a sweet manner.
“No, I’ve seen it already, but I fuckin’ love Borat so it’s all good. Just lay here with me,” I say, holding her securely against me as I lean back against the cushions of the couch.
“What about the party?” Flora questions with a raised brow.
“I’m right where I wanna be. Do you wanna go to the party?”
Flora shakes her head. “No, a quiet night in might be just what I need.”
Chapter Sixteen
She’s strong, but she’s exhausted
~ Unknown
Flora
Opening my eyes, I wake up in Needles arms. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I look around the room and see we’re in my bedroom, but I don’t remember coming in here. I place my palms on the bed and rise up a bit, yawn and stretch, trying to remember what happened.
“I just got your ass in here and now you decide to wake up,” Needles grumbles from beside me. I can barely see him from an outside light shining in through my window. Add in the fact my room is in the basement and it makes it more difficult.
“We fell asleep?”
“Obviously, Flora, damn. C’mon, let’s go back to sleep, I’m exhausted.” Needles reaches for my hands and pulls me against him.
“You carried me in here?” I ask, figuring he probably did.
“Mhm, you’re a thick bitch and I love that about you. Don’t think I’m not strong enough to handle every inch of that ass, ‘cause little girl, I am.”
“Well, obviously if you got me in here.” I’m not obese by any means, but I’ve got thick thighs, a bit of a tummy, big boobs, and wide hips. I won’t lie about the fact I use a waist trainer to try and help me with my tummy, but, I’ve always been a bit self-conscious about my self-image until about a year and a half ago when I started working in the porn industry. Porn gave me a higher sense of self confidence, and it’s really what I needed at the time. It’s like some women who go to pole dancing classes to feel better about themselves. Riding cock makes me feel in control, like I’m the one in power. In hindsight I know it’s because I didn’t have control over myself for months. But that’s a reverse psychology bit I won’t get into right now.
Needles runs his hand over my ass, pulls my t-shirt dress up, and grabs a handful of ass. I probably have five or six handfuls of ass just for one cheek. Like I said, I’m a bigger girl. About five-eight at two-hundred-and-fifty pounds. “You’re beautiful, and I hope you don’t doubt that for a second,” he tells me in a sweet manner.