I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)

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On the cool backseats of the car, we lay. Chris atop of me, stroking my hairy chest gently with his fingers. There's a silence between us...not a bad one, but one that speaks a truth we both knew. Destiny wants us together, despite the disagreements and arguments, and low tolerance we had for each other at times.

There is a reason why we never drifted apart. Chris didn't cut me out of his life; now I'm done wondering why. Through the back window, I stare, watching dawn break the sky. Chris's eyes hadn't left my face in about an hour now; he lazily fights off sleep, stubbornly, as he is. "I think you got me pregnant." He finally speaks.

I titter, my eyes smiling and creasing at the corners. "Let's get a test and see."

"I love you..." He swallows hard, his eyes holding a universe of affection.

God damn.

I strain my neck to kiss him in a wide and passionate motion. Tasting his moist tongue, catching it on mine, and melting into his shuddering breaths. "I love you," I say in between our intense make out. Our lips smack loudly. Chris clutches his hands onto my neck, slightly choking me.

Does he want another round?

Our mouths produce wet sounds, quickening in pace. As tempting as it is, we shouldn't...we have to keep moving. "Hey-" I begin, but Chris cuts me off with shushes and dives into a hard kiss, incorporating a neck stroke. I groan as his hands go tighter on my neck. "Baby, we need to hit the road."

His hands wring around my wrists, placing them in a handcuff hold above my head, dominantly. Chris's chubby face goes pouty. "No...we won't be able to do this at my parent's house."

"You think they're going to let me inside?"

He viciously nips at my ear. "Don't word it like that, or I'll start back." He breaths into my lobe.

"Fine, do you think I will be allowed into their house?"

Chris pulls away, giving me a confused look. "I'll talk to them and convince them."

I study his discomfort. "Which one hates me the most?"

"I'm not answering that." He gives a quick kiss to the nape of my neck. "But, you're right, we need to get going. I'll drive."

I suck air through my teeth, not agreeing with the last part. "Uh oh."

"Don't start." Chris removes his grip from my wrists, leaving a lingering static where his fingerprints just were.

Chris takes over the driving, while I try to catch some sleep...well not entirely. My nerves had me dozing in more than out...what if he crashes?? Or takes the wrong turn? History proved that he isn't the best driver. I mean he could drive streets, sure, but on a highway?

This scares me. At least it's light outside.

The car passes through Little Rock now, a small city with scarce amounts of skyscrapers compared to New York. The landscapes are breathtaking, despite this fact; green and vibrant. A nearby lake reflects the sun in its water; dreamily dancing.

The motion helps ease my senses. As Chris halts at a red light, he presses the brakes too hard, rocking the car forward too roughly.

Nope...my senses are no longer soothed.

He side glances at me, daring me to say something about it. "Hi," I say, a little scared.

"You're supposed to be sleeping."

"I'm okay."

"What, off of a cat nap??"

I shrug. "I've built up a tolerance due to working overtime."

Chris drives ahead when the light shifts to green, making a steady shot towards a main street. A sad look enters his eyes. "Will...will you go back to your job? I mean, you're a manager. I just...GOD!" He riles. "I didn't think about you at all...did I? What if you're a target now? What if you can't go back?" My baby's voice goes panicky. The car swerves to the side with his anxiousness. "Those men probably saw you."

"Relax, I have my gun" I add my hand to support the wheel, tilting it in the right direction. "If so, then I won't go back, it's not like I had anyone else there."

Chris's chest rises intensely. "What about your girlfriends?" He drives cautiously now, enough that I take my hand off the wheel.

Ha, he didn't even learn their names, but then again, Chris doesn't care for girls. Vicki, Amber, and Jade are my fuck buddies; that's it. I wanted nothing serious with them and gave more attention to Chris whenever he was around, which the girls hate.

Chris doesn't associate much which any of my playthings. It's not a phobia against women, he has had a girl friend before...and has a former friend, Jasmine. I never asked him to like the girls or try to bond with them. Since we weren't together, we had no relationship obligating us to be nice to each other's friends.

Vicki, Amber and Jade are decent companions; nevertheless, if only Chris knew how fast I'd drop them to keep what we had going. Their sex meant nowhere near what his did. Ours is lovemaking with a kink of spice. "They're just distractions," Is all I say.

"Ugh, don't lie you womanizer." Chris jabs, his blonde hair shines in the sunlight, some loop around his ears. I need to cut it. It surprises me that he's wearing it instead of a wig; he hates messy hair. I watch the faded blonde strands of his hair caress his neck as the car moves forward.

"In all seriousness." I make contact with his chocolate eyes. "Nothing is holding me there; I can grab a job anywhere." Chris coyly re-tucks his hair behind his ears. "We can grab new jobs. save up and travel... possibly get a place," I suggest like a lovesick fool.

"Hmmm, a place you say?" Chris puts on a posh accent and impersonates the thinking emoji; perfectly stroking his chin.

So beautiful.

I give a breathy chuckle. "I lo-"

"Nooo, stop, don't say that when I'm operating this weapon, boy!" Chris makes a right turn onto a single road. The sun hits the radiant nature before us; open fields, a strawberry, purple-ish sky. "That's pretty as fuck."

I watch Chris closely as he drives, highly amused by his words. My eyes linger on his tiny nose, his long eyelashes, his dimpled chin, then again on his amazing, hazel eyes. I love you; I confess telepathically.