I Told You, You're Mine

By: Heather C. Adams


When Blade and I talk again, we are going to have a long, brutal talk…finally. No more excuses or wasting time. If we can’t figure out how to make this work in our current lives, I’m not sure we should make it work at all.

A wrench turns in my stomach and my chest thumps at the mere thought of not having Blade again.

Life would be miserable.

A knock at the door startles me and I pull the covers over my head as if someone is breaking in. Then I laugh at myself pulling the covers back down.

It’s probably Bonnie.

I crawl out of bed, grabbing the robe off my bathroom door. I wrap it around me tying the knot as I make it to the front door, calling out, “coming.”

“Bonnie is that you?” I grab the knob and pull the door open, “Oh."





Chapter 2

Blade





My breath catches at the sight of her and all the anger dissipates for a second. But only a second.

“Blade,” she sounds surprised.

The second is gone and I pass by her walking the apartment. I see red as I go from room to room looking around.

If that fucker is here I am going to kill him!

“Blade?” Her voice trails behind me, “Blade! What are you looking for?”

I come out of her room, stopping in the kitchen, “Where is he?”

I tried to be patient yesterday. She said she needed space, so I gave it to her. I didn’t call her. I didn’t call the private investigator to trail her. I behaved.

How the hell could she have gone all day without calling me? When I finally broke down and called her, and heard glasses clinking with the crowds of people in the background...of course, I was pissed. How could I not be? She didn’t need to be putting herself out there with all kinds of weirdos just looking for pretty little things to prey on.

And then there was that kid Adam. Who the fuck was Adam? A friend she said. Fuck that. I’m a guy. I know things and I heard it in his voice. The way he came out checking on her when we were talking.

Yup that fucker wants my woman. Well, it isn’t going to happen.

It took everything I had not to get my ass up here last night! I barely slept. I couldn’t. When I tried. I tossed and turned thinking of my need for her.

She wants to talk. We are going to fucking talk. She’s right. We need to get this figured out. No more hiding. I am going to let the world know she is mine!

“Where’s who?” she calls out from the living room standing there all sassy with her hands crossed over her chest.

“That guy…from last night,” I look around again.

She chuckles sarcastically making my blood boil. This is no damn joke, but the way she questions me soothes my jealous soul. He’s not here.

“Adam?” her face crinkles in disgust as she walks towards me.

All the adrenaline, all the angst, all the lust for this woman takes over my body sending tingles all the way to my toes the closer she gets. By the time she is just inches from me, I grab her around her waist and slam her against the wall, devouring her soft lips.

It almost hurts to part from her but I have to tell her, “Mine! You are mine Avery!” one of my hands trails down forcefully between her legs. I can feel the heat through the fabric, making my cock stand at full attention and twitching painfully.

“Blade, what are you doing?” her words ask me to stop but her body writhes under me as my fingers massage her now dampened underwear.

“How did you get here,” she continues breathily.

“I flew the helicopter,” I snap licking the soft skin of her neck and pulling her robe open.

“You what?” I feel her knees buckle a little and I wrap my arm around her waist, hoisting her in the air and carrying her back to her bed.

“This is not going to work!” I command putting her down in front of her bed.

“What’s not going to work?”

“You, leaving me.” I pull her robe off of each arm displaying her white t-shirt. Her perky little nipples shine through as she stands there tensed and panting.

“You think you can just fuck this away Blade? There’s so much to figure out…too much. We need a conversation! A real conversation!” She moans as I cup her face making her oceans stare into mine.

I crash our lips together. I know she wants me by the way her lips suck on mine and I part only enough to tell her, “I want to kiss you until I lose my breath. I’m never letting you go again, Avery.”

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