9. The Decision
530 Words
...Part One...
I watch the stars from out the window of Troy's bedroom as I hear Troy come up behind me. We arrived at his house around eleven-thirty and have been here for about an hour now. After changing his clothes, Troy said he had to finish up some paperwork so I've been keeping to myself in hopes that he would get done quicker.
Suddenly, I'm pulled back into him, his chest to my back. His arms wrap around me and his chin rests on top of my head. I yawn somewhat loudly and he chuckles.
"Tired, baby?" He teases.
I shake my head in the negative. "No, just a little bored."
He fakes a gasp. "Bored? Well, we'll have to rectify that, won't we?"
I giggle. "I'm sure whatever you have prepared will suffice, Mr. Lancaster," I reply, going along.
He turns me around and throws me over his shoulder, making me squeal and giggle more. I poke his butt repeatedly as he walks and he smacks mine. "Hey!" I squeal. "Troy, put me down!"
"Nope. I'm liking the view, Emmy. It's a side of you I quite enjoy."
He smacks my butt again, harder this time. Then, I'm free falling onto his bed. I bounce a couple of times before settling and Troy pounces on me, planting kisses everywhere on my face. My legs are tangled with his and his tall, muscular anatomy captures me.
I giggle uncontrollably and try to push him away. "Troy."
He pulls back and looks down at me, his arms supporting his weight. A smile graces his features. I fight to catch my breath with the mixture of his gaze and the moment before. Slowly, the smile evaporates from his face and his lips settle on mine.
"You're so beautiful, Em," he whispers. "And all mine."
I clutch his shoulders as we begin to kiss again, this time deeper and passionate. I grip his shirt in my hands as I pull it up and over his head, breaking away from his addictive lips for a moment. The second it's off, we're back at it again, our frantic need and desire fueling us. Just as his lips travel to my neck and my hands caress the smooth skin of his back, the doorbell rings and the sound of the door closing follows.
"Damn, I can't catch a break," Troy groans and lifts himself off me. "Whoever it is better be quick 'cause I need a cold shower."
I take his outstretched hand and rise from the bed, feeling an annoying ache between my legs that has made itself comfortable these past few days. Troy kisses me once more before we head downstairs. He doesn't even bother putting on a shirt, which means that ache won't go away until he does.
This is absolutely bananas. What did you expect? He's a god.
I push away my thoughts as Troy stops at the bottom of the stairs to reveal a very angry Axton, his hands in his hair and imaginary smoke coming out of his ears. I pull my hand from Troy's and he looks at me.
I kiss his cheek and say, "I'll leave you two to talk."
I, then, head up the stairs and collapse on Troy's bed.
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