Page 103 of Under Her Skin

Without thinking about it, I say, “I love you,Rachelle.”

Part 3 LuckyBreak

Rachelle

Someone’s car alarm goes off outside waking me up from a deep sleep. Blake has me wrapped in his arms and his breathing is making a few hairs on the back of my neck move and it tickles me. I try to move a little, but he holds metighter.

Is this what life will be like with Blake lovingme?

Aremy movements to be constricted by him always? Is it only going to be what and how he wants every little thing? Can I live thatway?

He told me he loved me after we made love. Or rather he made love to me. He won’t allow me to do anything to him. To say he’s over-bearing is a bit of anunderstatement.

I have the necklace on he gave me with my picture in the pendant which hangs from it. It’s me when I was three and the absence of any emotion on my young face bothers meimmensely.

The fact that he called my old foster mother is cause for concern. He could be considered a stalker by some. Sure, he sugar-coats it with the idea he wants to learn about me to helpme.

But I don’t recall asking him for hishelp!

It’sa bit disconcerting he thinks I’m such a damn mess I need help in the first place. I mean, he’s over here thinking about how he can fix me and not looking at the fact he’s a billionaire who still lives in a tiny, old house his dead parents raised himin.

I mean, he has his issues he isn’t dealing withtoo!

And just whatis supposed to happen now? Is he thinking he’s moving in with me and we’ll get married? Is he thinking he’ll buy a mansion here in Los Angeles and we’ll live hereforever?

I don’t want to live in L.A. forever. I want to live in a woodsy area where there are actual seasons. Spring, summer, winter, fall. I’m from Texas where there is summer and some days there’s a little winter, but very littleelse.

Here I am in California, which ain’t a hell of a lot different. Colorado, Montana, or Wyoming have always been places I’d like to try out. But Mr. Take Charge and Let Me Fix You, may not have that in his plans for ourfuture.

‘Our future’ now that’s something to thinkabout!

Here it is,the third night we’ve spent together in a little over two weeks and he loves me and we need each other. No way! No damnway!

I can’t figure out why my body reacts to his like he’s the air I have to fill my lungs with. It has to be his air, no one else’s. I have to ask myself if it’s because he’s so fucking handsome or built or a combination of themboth?

I don’t know who could be filled by his monster cock while looking at his golden curls, which hang around his head in the dim light, shining like a fucking halo around his gorgeous, fucking face and not think they needhim!

Fuck yesI need him when he’s right there, looking at me in all his beauty and his bad ass muscles all rippling beneath my hands. Fuck yes, I want him to fill me with the pulsating, firm, wide, and long cock that feels like a satin covered cement log of purepleasure!

Who the hellwouldn’t?

Ihaveto wonder about the two women he said he had relationships with. Why did they break it off with him or did he break it off with them? And why was it soamicable?

Probably so they could get under him every once in a while to get another dose of Doctor, Fucks SoGreat.

Idon’t knowif I’ve only let really bad lovers into my life prior to Blake or what. But not one of the guys I’ve ever had sex with even came close to doing what he does. He’s a master! Hands down, amaster!

The man looked at me and told me to come and I did. No coherent thought was going through my mind. No stimulation of any kind was happening. He just said to do it and my body was all like, ‘sure, anything you say,master.’

I can’t live this way. He’ll rule me like a king rules his kingdom. Like a shepherd rules his sheep. I’m no sheep and I don’t need to be ruled. Or held so fucking tight that I can’tmove.

With a forceful movement, I try to get out of his grasp, but he holds me tight and groans a little, pulling me even closer. His soft lips touch my neck and he mumbles. “Love you,baby.”

What anass!

Ijabhim in the ribs with my elbow. “Let me up,Blake!”

He jerks and releases me. “Oh, sorry,baby.”