Cars all around us started hooting and swerving haphazardly.
"Fuck!" Dave cussed as he stirred the car towards the left. His right hand flashed out over my breast pushing me against the seat as he hit the brakes and a human figure slammed against the front of the car. The person was tossed few inches above the bonnet before hitting the ground.
My heart was beating its way out through my throat and I opened my mouth to aid in my breathing. Still didn't work. I tried swallowing. The action seemed to tear at my dry throat, forcing a low yelp out of me.
"Fucking bastards." Dave glanced at me. "I'm sorry hun. Are you okay?"
Before I could say anything there was a loud knock from the side of the car. I jumped back with a scream to see the person we had just knocked over leaning over my side of the car.
"The f..." Dave started but the person persistently knocked. Dave reached over and opened the back door.
The guy entered. "Fuck out of here."
I froze. I was probably wrong. However, despite the sweat and car fumes, his scent still lingered. "Ash?"
"My love, you tried to kill me."
I turned and felt tears collect in my eyes. "What the fuck happened to you?"
"Nothing, but that won't be true if that bitch doesn't scram out of here in the next second."Ash nodded towards Dave, wincing in the process.
"Dave," I said but Dave was already out and rolling.
I passed between the front two seats and joined my boyfriend in the backseats. "Ash,"
"Now, now, Princessah." He wrapped and arm around me. "Don't cry, I am barely scratched. Your boyfriend's so tough nothing can hurt him apart from your tears."
"You're bleeding." I sniffed.
"Fake blood, just like in the movies. In fact, just catch up." Ash said and I looked up at him. "Here, have a taste and believe." He ran a finger along his temples and scooped some of the red fluid. He brought it to my mouth. He opened his mouth. "Aaaa, have a taste. It's just catch up."
I glanced at his red finger then at his face. He gave an assuring little nod. I slightly opened my mouth.
He slipped the finger inside and rubbed it on my tongue. "My blood is blue."
I got the familiar rusty taste I usually got whenever I bit the side of my cheek. Rusty taste... I looked up at Ash who had one eyebrow raised. My eyes widened and I sent the liquid spraying onto his face.
He closed his eyes and winced. "Bitch." He rubbed at his eyes before laughing a little. "I get you didn't like the taste but why spit into my face?"
"You're still able to pull pranks, huh?" I hit his chest.
Ash clutched at his chest. "That hurt more than being hit by cars."
"Get serious." I snapped at him. He had just made me consume his blood but he didn't appear to think negatively about it. It was such a despicable act but... but I for some reason didn't find it disgusting, and that very fact disgusted me.
"I'm serious. Nothing else can hurt me, apart from you." He blinked down at me. "You're my little bitch, only you have the right to hurt me. Only you can punish me."
I tried holding back a smile.
"Here," He brought his face down and captured my mouth. The texture of his lips caught me off guard, the welcoming warmth of his mouth and his big hand that had sneaked under my shirt and stroked at my breast. "No bra, always ready for me."
He slipped his tongue inside my ear and rotated it around with teasing movements that made me think of him stroking seductively inside me, his naked body pressed hard on top of mine...
A moan escaped me and he held me against his chest. "You're such a horny little devil, aren't you?"
I lifted my eyes and met Dave's gaze in the mirror. I quickly turned away and buried my face in Ash's chest.
I opened my eyes. Soft light filled an unfamiliar room. I pressed my eyelids together and opened my eyes again. Ash's familiar form stood in front of the window, a hand in the pocket and a glass in the other.
His upper body was bare, exposing his strong, broad shoulders and slender waist. A healed scar ran along one of his shoulder blades, towards the center of his back. The line along his spine was deep which accentuated the muscles on his back. His arms were so huge I could feel a smile spreading on my face at the thought of them holding me down.
The waist line of his branded pants was visible above the waist of his black jeans. He turned. There was another healed bullet scar just above his right breast. His jeans were open and slightly low, clearly showing the pelvic area that led to...
"You can touch it."
I froze. He had cleaned up. His face was hardly bruised apart from a little white plaster along the right side of his hairline. There were no other bandages, which made me wonder if he was really invincible.
"Where are we?" I asked when I heard loud music somewhere in the back ground.
"Dave's."
"Is there a party?" I asked.
"Yes, but you can't attend it." He walked towards me. When I gave him a questioning look, Ash winked and narrowed his eyes. But he wasn't looking at my face, he was...
I screamed.
I was lying in bed, wearing the cleaned vest Ash was wearing earlier and nothing else under or over. Even my underwear was gone. My eyes snapped back at him wide with disbelief.
He smiled. "I cleaned you up myself and you know what?" He leaned over me, "Even in your sleep, you kept begging for my touch."
He slipped his hand under the vest. "When I cleaned over this area," his hands grazed my pubic area. "You shifted and raised your hips so that my hand ended up here." His hand slipped between my thighs and touched the entrance into me.
I felt the touch everywhere, my thighs instinctively pressing together.
"Damn," he pulled back his hand and ran it through his hair, his eyes closed shut and his faced turned upward. I looked down at his pants and in no time got the reason for his reaction.