Chapter 48 So I Decide To Run With It
It is eight more days until I hear of any changes. Eight days of David being perfectly nice, accommodating, affectionate. Even though it is painfully obvious that all of his affection stops at just a kiss.
I know why. I'd be an idiot not to know why.
He is on the phone practically all day, to various people whose names I can't keep up with. Talking in a low voice when he is around me, or retreating to the study altogether. Either David's organisation is already bigger than I think, or he is extending his resources purely for this mission.
Theo, Marcus and Harlan rotate the days they guard the apartment. A couple days each at a time.
I have to stop texting Selena and Nico after David catches me updating them on things, ordering me to remove the battery and sim card, and turn it off completely. He hasn't ruled out the theory that someone could have access to my phone, so until my new 'secure' phone has arrived from his 'people', I am stuck leaving them in the dark, and leaving me feel isolated. Marcus assures me that he updates Selena when he can on my behalf.
It is a shock to the system, not having them to lean on, to talk to everyday. It is hard being stuck in one place seeing the same four faces over and over.
I know David is trying his best to alleviate my anxieties, but I also know that his mind is constantly elsewhere. As the days drag on, he gets more and more distracted, his frustration at making little to no progress becoming more and more obvious.
His affectionate kisses and touches dwindle into a brief peck on my cheek as he passes me, heading to another room, to take another call.
I haven't pushed anything at first. Haven't gone any further than asking him if he needs my help with anything. Haven't tried again when he always replies 'No'. Haven't asked him to stay when he walks out the room.
Today though, I decide that I've had enough. I said I was all in. He's made it clear that us sleeping together means crossing the line into his world. Today, I decide it is time for him to stop separating the two.
Waiting until he takes a call, heading out of the lounge after quickly kissing my cheek, I watch him walk off, hear his steps down the hall, and hear the lock click as a door closes.
His office door has a heavier, more secure lock. The click is clunky, more audible than the other doors. So I know he hasn't gone in there, based on the sound of the click. Knowing he won't take a call in the bathroom, or my bedroom, it is safe to assume he's gone to his own room.
After waiting for a minute, I stand up, and head to his bedroom door. I can hear his voice on the other side, his actual words muffled by the wood, and I slowly push the door open.
He is sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door, and he looks up as the door opens. He gives me a stern expression, one that says 'Not now', but I ignore him.
Closing the door behind me, I quietly walk towards the bed, crawling onto it beside him, as he watches me intently. I move behind him, at which point he turns back to face the door as he starts talking into the phone again.
“Noah? I've never heard of him.” David says. “You're sure he was in the car?”
My chest lurches in excitement as I realise he is talking about the shooting, actually making progress on finding out more information about who is involved.
While he listens to the person on the other end of the phone, I slide my hands over his shoulders, and down his chest, moving as slowly as I can manage. His hand catches my wrists, pinning them in place, but I just lean forward instead, pressing my lips softly against his neck.
He tilts his head to the side, but it isn't obvious whether it is to allow me more access, or a gesture that means stop. I kiss his skin again to work out which it is.
He sighs loudly this time, and his hand leaves my wrists to find its way to my waist, tugging on my body so that I slide round to face him.
“One second.” He snaps into the phone, interrupting the other person completely, and he brings the phone away from his ear as he looks at me. “I'm on a call.” He says to me, his expression looking almost bored at my actions.
“I know.” I whisper as I shrug. “I'll be silent.”
Before he can respond, we both hear the person on the phone say 'Reid?' quite loudly, so he puts his phone back to his ear to continue the conversation. He gives me a pointed look that I know is telling me to leave, but I just smile innocently as I readjust on the bed, throwing a leg over his lap and completely ignoring the frown on his face.
Feeling giddy at the fact he hasn't yet pushed me off entirely, I lean forward and place a soft, silent kiss to his cheek, close to the corner of his lips. He is tense beneath me as he accepts it, and accepts the next few that start trailing down his neck.
I run my hands down his chest, feeling the vibration of him talking under my palms, but I’m not focusing on the conversation anymore.
I am focusing on getting to the bottom of his T-shirt, pushing the material up over his stomach, and catching sight of his unimpressed expression as I tug. I just raise an eyebrow at him, challenging him, showing him I’m not going to back down, and he sighs again before reaching behind his neck to grab the material and pulling it over his head. Switching the phone between his hands to get his arms out of the T-shirt, he watches me throw it behind me, and then waits for me to make my next move as he continues to speak into the phone.
Smiling innocently at him, I put my hands on his chest, pushing gently, making him lay back on the bed. Once he is staring up at the ceiling, I move over him, and start running my tongue across his collarbone, starting from where I leave off on his neck, taking my goddammit sweet time and heading towards his nipples.
I feel him lift his head up as I circle his left nipple with my tongue, and finally feel his hand slide onto my thigh.
Acceptance.
It lights up my entire body with adrenaline, waves of goosebumps making me shiver as they ripple across my skin.
I intersperse systematic licks with kisses that grow more and more purposeful, being very aware of each time his fingers tense on my thigh. Feeling his breaths getting heavier underneath me, I look up at him to see his head back on the bed, his eyes closed, allowing himself to succumb to whatever I want to do.
Moving further down, my mouth is now leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach, one hand on the bed beside him, the other running down the side of his ribs, to his hips, to the band of his sweatpants. Running a finger across the top, I see his stomach muscles tensing and twitching from my touch, which only spurs me on more.
But the second I move my hand over his cock, he suddenly grabs my wrist again, and sits up, making me lose balance and rush to grab his shoulder.
He taps the 'Mute' button on his phone before speaking.
“What exactly do you think you're doing here, Doll?” He spits, but I notice how, along with the use of my nickname, there is something behind the look in his eyes that tells me he isn't 100% mad.
So I decide to run with it.
“You've been so tense lately, I thought I'd help you relax.” I reply innocently, before pulling my wrist out of his grasp to press 'Unmute' on his phone, and moving backwards to kneel on the floor.
He blinks at me while I reach for his sweatpants, and starts to push them down. I’m not waiting long for him to react.
For him to help me get rid of them.