Page 59 of Burning Truths
“I’ll go get the fucking fire station ready.” He snarks.
His feelings are a little hurt but he gives me the space and control I need and for that I’m thankful.
“Thank you.” I say. I don’t yell it and I’m not sure he heard but the small hesitation in his steps gives me hope that he knows how much his coming means to me.
With the realization that I’m fully alone I let my walls fall, crumbling, bringing with them all the flashbacks of the time I’ve spent here.
Licking up my neck, he stops at the base below my ear, “What a shame it would be to taint the lilies with your blood.Then again, spill yours and I’ll spill mine. I just know we’d make the perfect color to paint the garden the deepest red.”
His touch against my skin scorches the image in my brain.
Growling at my words he dives in like a man starved. Both hands landing on my thighs gripping so hard I cry out in pain, and fuck, pleasure too. I’m falling. Falling over the edge of pure ecstasy, and all I see when I close my eyes are lilies and Ryker.
Another memory slams into me rattling my ribs with the force.
“That’s it, baby. It’ll only be me. No one can fuck you this good with their mouth. Even hate can’t keep our demons from each other.”
My thighs close around his head dragging him closer. My hips lift, rubbing my pussy over his face, riding him harder and harder.
“I bleed, you bleed.” I whisper.
Him kneeling between my thighs sends heat down my spine.
Each vision evokes memories of the way I felt with him under my hold. A scream builds at the back of my throat, unable to escape the flickers of his face behind my eyes, my mouth falls open. Releasing a hollow empty wail the anguish floods from my pores tainting the air around me. Sucking in a deep breath I can almost taste the bitterness in the breeze. Straightening, my hands fist at my side, in one the lighter sits. Holding my head high I let the tears fall freely accepting the fact that I’m slowly breaking.
Walking on the path my shoes pound across the hard stone plucking lilies along the way. Choosing a section close to the exit I spin facing the open area of colors. Each flower is different in its own way. The beauty of a blooming lily is insignificant in this moment. The hairs on the back of my neck stand when a shadow is cast across the garden from behind me. The heat from a body moving closer to where I am cloaks me in warmth. My breathingpicks up in speed, the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach grows, but I don’t turn. I can’t stop what I’m doing.
“Killer.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
RYKER
I stand at the edge of the garden watching the way her fingers tighten around the lighter. The sun is shining over her as if it’s giving a blessing to the destruction she’s about to call upon. She has her hair hanging down her back in a long braid the length longer than the last time I saw her.
“Killer.” I whisper.
It’s not meant to stop her, instead I hold steady at her back, waiting for her to need me.
She doesn’t.
Dropping the burning lighter she takes one step back to watch her creation. My hands twitch with the need to yank her away from the growing fire, but I anchor myself. She’s a fucking force of nature. The garden ignites and within seconds it grows higher. The sheer force of the heat smacks me in the face bringing hot air with it. Gradually turning towards me, faded grey eyes meet mine, reflecting the same bone deep ache that mirrors mine.
“Don’t.” She holds her hand up, her voice cracking.
The control I have fractures, a possessive hunger bubbles in my stomach, unable to stay away any longer. Long strides bring me closer to my killer. Her beautiful grey eyes widen and fearcrosses her face. A shiver travels down her body, shaking, her teeth start to rattle like a child stranded in the cold. Given the heat of Del Mar surrounds us I know it’s the raw anxiety finding a release. Not deterred, my steps speed up, finally opening the cage to the fucking beast.
Small hands slash at the air warning me to stop. Frantically, she looks around in a panic.
“Oh, baby. The flames wouldn’t stop me from taking what’s mine.” My voice is raw and rough.
The closer I get sweat starts to pool around my brows rolling down my neck into my shirt. G should be here soon but the wild stormy look in her eyes means she won’t go easily.
“No.” She says that one word is enough to make me hesitate.
My fiery, strong, stubborn girl steps towards the burning garden.
“We loved this garden. Now, all I see is darkness.” She quivers.