Knight in Sneakers

Chapter 42 'Too Late.'

Entry 36

11th October, 2016.
Tuesday.
9:01 p.m

Clarke Augustan

"No one's getting any promotion tonight. Not you. Not Philip. Not me." I fired the gun aiming straight at the guy's head. I walked upto where Aaron was kneeling while the dead guy's body fell to the floor with a soft thud. Aaron's eyes were closed so tightly that his forehead and the corner of his eyes were scrunched up with wrinkles. He looked so cute with that small frown on his face, making me want to ravish him with a kiss right there. And I did exactly that.

"Am in heaven already?" His sweet lips mumbled against mine as we continued to devour each other until we needed to breathe again. My tongue swiped over his lower lip right before he bit my lower lip gently. I moaned against his lips as he hands slowly explored my body, leaving my body burning at his warm touch. That was until he decided to put his under my t-shirt. His cold hand travelled up until my bra and softy traced the underwire of my bra. His lips found my sensitive spot on my neck and licked it before he started sucking my sweet spot instantly turning me on. I moaned softly as my hands found his hair and tugged his hair trying to show how pleasuring his actions were. I moaned louder as his hand grazed over my hard nipple fighting against the sterns of my bra. He tweaked it painfully softly but hardly making me cry out of pleasure.

"Oh babe." I moaned and somehow calling him a babe got him even more aroused. He found my lips again and moaned against them.

"Babe? Call me that again, sweetheart." He mumbled against my plump, pink, mositured lips. Well he never actually heard me call him baby again because Ralph and Philip decided it was the perfect moment to enter the destroyed ice cream parlour.

"I didn't think you'd be into this kink. To get it on around all this blood and dead people." Philip almost sounded serious but the small smirk on his face gave it away. But his words either way brought me to reality and my disturbing surrounding. I quickly got up from Aaron and resisted the urge to throw up. Thankfully Ralph started speaking lifting my mind of the whole idea.

"Sick. Disgusting. Ghastly. Grueso-" nevermind.

"You're lying if you claim you haven't done dirty deeds during your job." I replied back and felt a certain amount of satisfaction when Philip started laughing and Ralph turned a little red. The cops weren't known less for their notorious stories. In fact, they were like an audio guidebook travelling our Camp's halls and ears occasionally.

"Well, it comes with the job description." He replied with an awkward cough.

"Doesn't your job description include being on time and arriving at the scene before it ends? Or did you make a stop for donuts?" Philip and Ralph hated being stereotyped, which made them hate donuts too.

"It's not like you minded us being late, so shut up." My cheeks burned bright pink as these words left Philip's mouth and unconsciously my eyes found Aaron's lips again. And only after a second of being dazed did I realise that he was smirking at me. I immediately frowned as I was reminded of the scene I had to see before I shot the guy down.

"By the way, what was all that about?" I asked him as I pointed at the dead guy. "You didn't even try fight back. You just closed your eyes accepting it. What the fuck were you waiting for? Grim reaper? I've heard so many stories of what you are capable of. So many stories from the summer camp. I know what you can do, and I don't think kneeling down and waiting for the bullet to hit you is one of them. I mean, i-is it really that easy for you-u to give up? What do y- ugh, what about the people who love you, uh? Your parents? Brothers? Are you going to leave them that easily? Without a fight?" He smiled softly at my frustration and my rant but I wasn't having any of his tricks. I was genuinely disappointed and angry.