Protective Shadows (The Protective Series, Book 2)

Chapter Nineteen

I sniffed back hard, shaking my head as the heroin started to take effect. I began to panic, my breathing coming out in slow, dragging puffs. My eyes hastily scanned my surroundings, skimming over the trees that lined the street, their branches bare of leaves.

I managed to walk back to the Jukarainen house without stumbling or falling, breezing my way through the crowd of people, until I stopped in front of Ricki-Lee, and threw my arms around her.

She embraced me, much to my astonishment, hugging me close to her lean frame. I trailed my hands down her petite, smooth back, observing the gentle, inward curve of her prominent shoulder blades. Her hands were on me suddenly, moving without hesitation underneath my button-up top, her thin fingers tracing patterns across my chest and abs. I inhaled sharply, trembling underneath her touch, and crashed my lips into hers, roughly.

My feet automatically dragged me back as Ricki-Lee moved forward, twining her fingers in my hair. Summoning sudden strength, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, bending down, and lifted her up against my hips, attacking her neck with animalistic, carnal kisses. There were no emotions involved in what we were doing; only sex, only the desire to feel alive, and feel something other than pain. I needed to feel human again.

She let out a small, sensuous moan, tilting her head back. I groaned low in my throat, feeling her grind her lower abdomen into mine, exciting me even more. My arousal prodded into her as I stumbled back blindly, clutching her tenaciously to my body, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms tighter around my neck, practically rising up and down on my erection. Moaning, I threw her down on to the bed in the centre of the room we had invaded, laying over her, my face hovering inches from hers.

The walls were painted a light shade of yellow, faded over the years that it had been occupied. Nails, marks and blu-tack desecrated them, leaving little indication as to what posters or photos had once hung off them. A small chest of wooden drawers was situated beside the brass single bed, its surface completely bare except for the unplugged lamp that depicted the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fighting with Shredder, and torn blue curtains were drawn shut over the window, blocking out any chance of illumination.

Ricki-Lee straddled my hips, pulling my suit pants down from my hips and discarding then carelessly onto the wooden floor. She leaned forward, kissing me as she grind against me, making it incredibly hard to control the volume of my moans. I felt her lowering my white boxer briefs, and when our skin made contact, I gasped, throwing my head back against the pillow.

It had been years since I last had sexual intercourse with a girl. The sensation was almost foreign, like trying to recall a second language or old skill that was taken up as a kid, fading over time as you had grown up into an adult. I groaned through clenched teeth, my hands finding her hips, my short nails digging into them as our bodies created a rhythm.

"Oh my god," she gasped, planting her palms against my chest as she moved up and down on me, sending sensations of lightness and ecstasy through my veins. "Ahh, Jed, ohh, mmm."

I combed my fingers through her hair, allowing her soft velvety brown waves to slip through the gaps, back onto her shoulders. Her eyes met and held mine in a gaze, that none of us broke during the entire time, thrusting back and forth together as one.

"That was amazing," I whispered, raking a hand through my hair, closing my eyes for a few seconds. "By the way, I like it when you do it like that."

Ricki-Lee giggled, which I found cute, and cuddled up to me. I laced my arms around her, resting the edge of my jaw against her temple, resisting the urge to fall asleep in a former child's bedroom.

"I'll check in here," a voice murmured from the other side of the door. A moment later, Asko's face appeared around the wooden door. "Um, I found him, Izzy."