Wench With Wings (33 page)

“Your possessiveness is flattering.”

“Just remember you said that because most likely I will get worse without your constant touch.” She giggled as they made their way to her shower with his arms wrapped around her stomach from behind, his lips kissing along her neck and their bodies pressed together.

They spent the day just as they said, in bed, making love, being close and still being as one. The girls came in yelling for her, but he would not let her go. He told her to yell down to them to take care of the shop and she did. They even skipped dinner until the girls left, then they went to cook together, always having one or the others touch. He wanted Trey all to himself for today and he got what he wanted; she gave it willingly. She knew he needed it; needed to know that she was completely his, that she would not throw him away.

The next day came and went all of the same until night fall. She convinced him to go for a run; they both needed it. The love making tamped down some of the energy just not enough for either one of their amount of usual activeness. Every chance he got to catch her and kiss her as they play ran, he did. He chased her up the stairs to her room and latched on, “To long,” he barked out as he latched onto the hem of her shirt and ripped it off as he stood behind her. He grabbed her hips jerking her back against him, biting down on her neck as he undid her and her pants. He yanked them down as she bend over landing her hands on the bed. He raked his tongue over her clit without warning, making her moan out his name in shocked pleasure. “Mmm, you're wet for me already, that is damn sexy.” He brought his mouth back to her, caressing her sex.

“You turned me on the second you stood behind me and bit me.”

“You like it when I bite, Yes?” He bit down just right of her sex and she yelped, “Yes. Oh fuck, yes.” She said again as he bit the opposite side. He stood, dropping his pants and sliding against her. “Fuck. You feel how hard you get me baby?”

“I need to feel how hard you are inside me. Take me Ayden. Fuck me.” He slid in slow, “I can’t fuck you baby, I can make
fucking
love to you.” He slid out slowly than slammed into her making her cry out. He reached his hand around finding her sweet spot, holding her against him as tight as he could get. “You liked that, huh?” He asked as he rocked his hips without pulling away.

“Yes, again. Please,” she begged. He relented, pulling out slowly, she held her breath waiting, he gently moved back in. “Please,” she wined. He stayed slow a few more times, teasing her blind than slammed into her again, rocking against her as he played with her sweet spot making her squirm, pushing against him, whimpering. “Fuck, babe. You keep doing that, I won’t last.”

“Than
fucking
love me, Ayden.” He did, he sure as hell did. She screamed out his name as her muscles throbbed around him pulling him with her. He pulled her up against him wrapping his arms around her as they came down from their high. Then moved to the bed and fell asleep instantly.

~~~

She convinced him to go to school the next day, but every second they got they were close to one another. She saw the fear in his eyes when they would separate, but she keep reassuring him that he was in her heart to stay, that she would never let him go. “Never. My souvenir.” She’d tell him when his eyes questioned. She thought that she was assuring him good, that once he got that she wasn’t going to throw him away he would start to back off a little. Maybe after the newness started to fade away and the forever would take its place, but he was relentless in his possessiveness.

A few weeks past just like that, even threw a fight night, which didn’t go so well. She thought it made her look weak that she couldn’t be apart from him even for a second. What would it tell the ladies that she was trying to show that they could stand on their own? She tried explaining it to him that night, but he only got upset, thinking she was trying to push him away. It took a couple days to get him to let up, yet he still didn’t leave her side. He didn’t like how everyone needed to talk to her, to look at her. He knew it was her job, but it still unsettled him. He knew everyone saw how great she is.

Homework was getting interrupted, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Lunch with the girls was down to a couple days a week, business needed to be taking care of, but she didn’t want him upset without her. She felt she was walking on hot coals about to burst into flames and burn her if she talked too much to others without him involved. He asked to go to training with her and when she refused he was angry, but still wouldn’t stay away from her. Of course she loved him and needed him, wanted to keep reassuring him, but it was taking a strain on her and him.

He could barely function without her being close. His grades were not good; not what he needed them to be. All he could draw where things about Trey. When the professors asked for something different he would find a way to incorporate something about Trey in them. He knew the obsession with her was not normal; was not okay, but he couldn’t talk himself out of it no matter how hard he tried. He knew she needed some time away from him, to work, to study, to keep her movement flowing, but he just couldn’t let her out of his sight. He knew she needed him to let up a bit, but he couldn’t give it to her. He was a stressed mess, a complete basket case if she wasn’t by his side.

When guys talked to her, which they needed to do in her line of business and the need for her to be social to have it succeed, he would wrap an arm around her and give the guys a look to let them know she was his. She hated it and he knew it. He didn’t want to give her a reason to be done with him and he knew every time she hated something that he did that it would give her more of a reason, yet still, he couldn’t help it.

With the fights being a mess because the cops busting it, she had to put more effort into reassuring the fighters and spectators that it was all good. She had to work harder, talk to more people and with him by her side it made her job harder. Everyone saw the shift in her with him at her side. The fights changed with the cops busting it and she was changing being with Ayden. Their belief in their queen was changing. There was nothing more she could do other than assure. It felt like it was all she was doing at every second, it was stressing. She was even assuring herself all the time that she loved him, that she was capable of loving.

The possessiveness was flattering, yes, but too overwhelming. It wasn’t healthy, they both knew it and still he couldn’t fix it, she couldn’t completely assure him. He would try to help it, but it never seemed to work. He would practically hyperventilate when they were not touching. If she wasn’t in eye sight it felt like he was having a heart attack; his body would go numb with the amount of blood that pumped from his heart that beat too quickly. It was too much, he knew it; she knew it. They didn’t know how to change it; fix it. They were both at a loss for any kind of answers.

The playfulness and loving was still there and getting stronger by the day, but this problem with the possessiveness was becoming even more of an issue. They loved each other, but it was hard sometimes for her to show it, saying the words was even worse. It was hard for him to accept she wouldn’t throw him away. Their childhoods; the way they were raised were affecting their true needed happiness. It killed Trey; her father still had a hold on her. She tried doing everything the girls told her to do with Ayden to reassure him, most of it worked, just not enough given her past and how hard it was to give her love; accept she had it to give. It wasn’t just him with the past issues, she struggled as much as he did, but hers were causing his to be worse at times.

He couldn’t stand her doing tats on guys and the girls tried picking up the slack for him, but while he was at work he couldn’t function. He took nights off to stay with her while she worked. Which screwed him for money and angered her even more. Their relationship was not going as good as they both thought it would. Yeah, they needed each other to function, but something was still off; still broken causing their relationship not to work properly.

She was at the bar while he worked; he convinced her to go, he needed the money, but he needed to be near her. She wasn’t happy, she was quite drained. She needed to do homework, she was tired and irritated and she did not want to be there at all and it showed. Her elbows were propped up on the bar and her head was in her hands. “You look defeated Trey. I can help with that. You can kick my ass again then take me home. I know how enlightening it makes you feel.”

She let one hand fall to the bar top, but left the other propping her head up as she turned to look at the guy sitting next to her. She smirked at the audacity this ass had to come to her and say something like that. All the guys she was with before knew not to, but this guy apparently let the fact that she would kick his ass slip from his mind. It was due to the fact that she was with Ayden and she knew it. They all probably thought that they had a chance with her now because she was finally dating publicly. She knew she needed to fix it and quick. She was completely disgusted with herself. She itched to kick his ass and that is exactly what she was going to do. Get him outside, kick his ass then come back in and wait on the only guy that would ever be allowed to touch her again.

“You would
let
me kick your ass just to make me feel better.” ‘What a schmuck,’ she thought, ‘only weaklings would
let
.’

“Absolutely. You’re amazing with your hands and you and your body is the best I’ve ever had the delight to experience.”

“Is that so? Well in that case, why don’t you meet me outside, I’ll be out in a little while.” They smiled at each other and he got up and walked out. “Fucking idiot,” she mumbled under her breath as she banged her head down against the bar.

“You’re going to
fucking
meet him outside?” Ayden reeled as he grabbed her arm and forced her to stand.

“Let me go you fucking ass. You got it wrong.”

“Then why would you tell him that? You were
fucking
smiling at him, enjoying him hitting on you.”

“Are you serious? Like I said you got it all wrong, and I will not subject myself to explaining it to you because you’re being a possessive ass right now.” She ripped her arm out of his grasp shoving him away, “Fuck you, Ayden.” She was appalled, ‘why can’t he just get it?’

He stalked after her, but she ran and he knew he couldn’t leave work, he would for sure lose his job. He looked to his right and spotted the guy that was at the bar with her. He saw the guy before, remembered him as the first guy that he saw fighting Trey and going home with her. He grabbed the guy by his throat, “You go near her, your dead.” He shoved the guy and stalked back into the bar. He only had about forty five minutes left then he would go to her, hopefully calmly, to find out why she would say that to the guy. She said he had the wrong idea and he hoped so, but he heard the whole conversation how could anyone take that the wrong way, other than the obvious?

She was pissed. She was about to break her own rule, not to fight outside of the organized fights, to defend Ayden’s honor, her honor. Instead Ayden didn’t even give her the benefit of the doubt, he should have known that the guys she was with before were not allowed to talk to her or bring up what they did, she told him that much. He should have known that she was going to kick the guy’s ass. That she was trying to get him outside so not to do it in the bar he worked at. He should have faith in her love that she would never do that to him, but he didn’t. He didn’t trust her, he didn’t bother to stop and think about who she is and why she would say that to the guy.

She had to stick to her threats to these assholes or all hell would break lose and her name and image would be destroyed. Ayden now just screwed up her chance to do that because she didn’t want him close to her, she just wanted to get away and now the guy might do or say something and it will effect Ayden too. She locked herself in her room with her Jack and a joint. She wanted the darkness again, Ayden was just too much. The possessiveness was just too much.

He banged on her door over and over finally she got pissed and ran down the stairs throwing the door open. “
Damn it Ayden. I sent that guy outside to kick his ass for talking to
your
women like that. I was defending your damn honor. I’m done with you, done with this bull shit. I should not have to defend myself with you. You should have known what I was about to do. Just leave. We’re threw.”

“You’re throwing me away?”

“Yes.” Her quiet answer was nothing compared to her slamming the door in his face.

He dropped to the step and covered his head with his hands. He knew this day would come the more he kept up with the possessive charade, but he didn’t know how bad it would kill him. He couldn’t breathe, his heart was so slow that his hands became numb within seconds. He let the tears fall without a sound. He
made
her throw him away and it was all his fault and he knew it. He was pissed at himself and pissed at her for giving up on him. He knew he was at fault, but in his eyes so was she. If she could have just loved him from the beginning. If she could have not been with those other guys that she so easily threw away before him, like it was nothing to her. If she could have understood his issues growing up; how everyone always threw him away. Yea, they never really talked about their childhood with each other, but still she should have understood. He understood hers, she got over it, she was fine now, she opened her heart to him. But he still had issues.