The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(48)

Shit.

I look up from my keys now laying on the floor and see Bobby looking at me from under his hood.

“Bobby,” I whimper, tears filling my eyes in relief. I try to hold myself together. I don’t want him to know I just killed Augustus. I don’t want anyone to know.

He pushes himself off my door and strides toward me quickly. I lean down and pick my keys up, closing my eyes tightly to push the tears away, trying to mask my emotions with a fake smile.

Bobby grabs my face, both of his large hands cupping my cheeks firmly. My watery eyes look directly at his wide blue ones. His eyebrows raise upward, and his nostrils flare from the hard breaths leaving his nose.

“What did you do?” His voice is shaky, but stern.

“I…” He knows. He knows I did something to Augustus. “I killed Augustus,” I whisper, tears begin spilling from my eyes. I lower my head, cursing myself for just spitting out a confession I swore not to tell anyone.

Bobby inhales sharply as his hands press on my cheeks harder. “Why would you do that?” he whispers in disbelief.

“For you,” I mutter, a tear falling against my lips as I stare into two blue orbs belonging to this man I’ve grown fond of.

Just as I think he is about to yell at me, he smashes his lips to mine. I grab his wrists, kissing him back. My top lip sitting comfortably between his. He nibbles at my mouth as his thumbs caress my cheeks. This kiss, it’s not like any other kiss Bobby and I have ever had with one another. This kiss is desperate; it’s gut wrenchingly desperate.

“You stupid, stupid woman,” Bobby mumbles against my lips, his tone emotional.

He grabs me under the thighs and turns, walking us to my door, his lips never leaving mine. He grabs the keys from my hand, letting us in. As soon as we are in and the door is shut, he plows me against the back of it, sliding one of his hands up my top, kneading my breast. I take my hands from the back of his neck and pull my shirt my head, exposing myself in my pink bra. He pulls me close, smothering his face in my breast, and leaving a hint of my perfume on his face. He pulls us away from the door, stumbling against the couch in the middle of the room, knocking a lamp over in the process. He lowers us to the floor, his hands unbuckling his leather belt, eager to push his pants down. His cock is hard and swollen to the point it looks painful. I lick my lips at the curve his cock displays, my * aching to have it inside me. I slide my hands up his shirt, my fingers gliding against his defined muscles. He lowers himself on top of me, my fingers sliding down his chest to his scar; the scar Augustus caused. Bobby looks between us, eyeing my fingers caressing his scar before looking at me. His eyes strong and intent as he looks at me with a passion deeper than yesterday. I wrap my hands around his neck, and pull his lips back to mine. His mouth desperately taking mine into a breathtaking embrace. He pulls away, brushing his lips along my cheek as he sits up on his knees.

“I’m going to f*ck you, Jessica,” he whispers against my face, stroking his cock.

“Please,” I moan, arching my back off the floor, grabbing his shirt by the hem, and pulling it up over his head.

***

Bobby f*cked me on the floor of my apartment like we were each other’s cure to the screwed-up world we live in. Our hands grabbed onto anything they could for friction and we clawed at each other’s shoulders from the immense pleasure, leaving marks all over one another. Not to mention we both have rug burns on our knees, elbows, and hips. I was positioned on top of Bobby, underneath, and even beside him. The entire time I was lost in Bobby, his hard breathing in my ear, the noises he made when he came inside me. They reached something deep inside of me, breaking the suppressed emotion I have tried to deny for so long. The smell of coconuts and leather emanating off Bobby was a comfort to my fear; it was my serenity and made terror obliterate into bliss and pure pleasure.

When I closed my eyes, all I thought about was Bobby, and when I opened them, all I saw was Bobby. Travis wasn’t even an ash in the inferno of raw emotion on the floor of my apartment. The torment of Travis, the fear of living for today, or the terror of yesterday was gone.

“Jessica,” Bobby whispers into my ear from behind me, his arms pulling my body into the curve of his.

“Yeah?” I whisper half asleep, my body and mind incapacitated from just having the most vigorous sex ever.

“You know, I would have loved taking you to a coffee shop,” he breathes out, brushing against the shell of my ear. My eyes open as I think about how much Shane complained about me taking us to a coffee shop.

“I’ve never gotten to take you anywhere, take you on a proper date.” Bobby’s hands run up and down my side as he speaks.

I turn my head just slightly, listening to him talk.

“I want to take you on a date, Jessica,” he whispers against my neck, brushing his tattooed knuckles on my cheek.

“Bobby,” I interject.

“Just let me take you on one,” he interrupts. One date. It reminds me of our first time, how he just wanted to take me on one ride. That night was the night I noticed myself becoming attached to Bobby. I was more than frightened by the feelings toward him. I was brutally terrified. I clench my eyes and sigh. It’s Bobby; he’ll probably take me to a BBQ, arcade place, or something for the club anyways. Harmless. But it wouldn’t matter where Bobby took me. I would enjoy it, and there lies the problem: I enjoy being with him.