Blood Will Tell

Chapter 3

Almost an hour later the man is sitting on my couch drinking a cup of coffee.

We've been sitting in silence and I've been staring at his half naked body for what feels like forever. Finally he speaks.

"My name is Mitchell." His voice is husky and deep.

"I'm Katrina." I smiled softly. He smiled back.

"Thank you." I nod in appreciation.

"You are going to have to go the hospital eventually to get real stitches soon, you know that right?"

He looks down at the red thread that  holds his cut together and he chuckles, then grimaces.

"No I think this will do just fine." He smiles at me again.

I sit for a moment taking it all in. The air get serious as I ask my question.

"Who are you?" He looks down, away from me.

"I dragged you into my house, out of the rain, stitched you up in my bedroom and gave you coffee." I say pointedly.

"I'm also going to let you get a warm shower once you answer my questions." I add.

He looks back up at me.

"My name is Mitchell, I'm 28 years old and I've lived in Colorado all my life."

"Who beat you to a pulp?"

"An old friend."

"Are you gonna hurt me?"

"If I was going to hurt you I would have done it when you had your back turned to me."

I suck in a deep breath, for the first time my nerves are rattled.

He notices this and apologizes.

"I'm sorry. No I am not going to hurt you. You helped a strange man covered in blood on your doorstep. I owe you my life."

I get up and walk over to him, taking his mug from him. He looks up at me curiously. My god is he attractive.

"For now I'll settle for your help scrubbing the blood out of my carpet." I smile somewhat sarcasticly.

He gets him and I feel his body heat attack me. His face was less than a finger tip from mine. He smelled like laundry degergent and axe. The good smelling axe and not over powered.

I was suddenly glad I had showered before he came. I could feel his mood change, his eyes became darker with an emotion I can only describe as, lust. We stayed close to eachother and the urge to kiss him was over bearing.

"I- um the bleach is under the sink I'll get it." I barley knew this guy, I couldn't be giving into my sexual urges no matter how much I wanted to.

I walked to the kitchen and put the mugs in the sink. Suddenly I felt warm breath on my ear. I inhaled sharply almost letting a moan out. My ears are my sweet spot.

"What, um what are you doing?" I say, back still facing him.

"I just had to be closer to you, your smell, its infectious."

"And what do I smell like?"

"Coconuts." he inhales and I shudder. His hands find his way to my waist and as a reaction I push my body back against his.

"Oh man, your so sexy Katrina."

I laugh.

"I have thay effect on men."

He pushes himself into me and I feel his dick, hard as a rock through his jeans. I let a soft moan out and he intake airs roughly.

"I can tell you enjoy this. Can I continue?"