Читать книгу Red Shadows - Gaby Crumb - Страница 9

I parked the car in front of the driveway and turned off the engine. I looked at the house where I grew up, I hoped for a moment that the time had not passed, I hoped to be able to come in and hear my mother laughing because my father had dragged her away from the stove and was circling through the kitchen to the beat of a music that was not there, maybe it was only the beating of their hearts.

But they were gone. The house was always shrouded in silence if I was not present and was the same even when I was inside. No one asked me how it had gone the day, no one was with me making plans for the future. It had been years since their death, but every day I relived it and it increased in me anger and determination.

I would have wanted to run after their death and start a new life away from all the shit that was in the neighborhood, but the anger was too big, and I made my choice. But sometimes that choice weighed a ton. My desire to escape was still there, present, but fought the battle with the desire for revenge and inexorably lost every time.

I looked at all the windows. The rooms were all dark, all but one. I smiled involuntarily, Ash was still there. That annoying kid, insolent and capable of making me his puppet, determined and self-confident, had been waiting for me. As the brain told me it would be better to left him alone, my heart did not care. He was there, for the first time in years, someone was waiting for me at home.

I got out and walked inside. I did not bother to be quite, or to turn on the lights at the entrance. Once inside, I went straight to the bedroom and two deep blacks eyes lifted to look at me. His smile lit up and I smiled back, my shoulder against the door frame looking at him.

«You have done quickly. I believed you would not come back before dawn.»

«But here I am,» I said without moving.

«Do you tell me where have you been?»

«At the old warehouse.»

«Has something happened?»

«I do not want to talk about it now.»

«And what do you want?» Ash asked with a sly smile.

I did not answer, but slowly I stroked my hard cock. It had begun to swell when I got to my room and saw Ash lying on my bed. It did not bother me I he could see that I was excited. I wanted him to see it. I needed it.

As if in answer to my gesture, Ash threw back the covers and got out of bed coming near me, wearing only boxer shorts and a shirt. I did not move and waited. I wanted him to lead that part of the game, it should be him to dictate the pace, because if I did it would be over very quickly. Besides I was not sure what experience he had done and I wanted him to feel safe with me.

When he was beside, he reached out to give me a kiss. He pulled away before I could develop it and rubbed his nose against mine, to regain soon after, again, my mouth. His hands slipped on my back and I remembered I still have the gun on me, but before I could get it out he'd already pulled it out from the back of my jeans. I watched him put the gun on the dresser without stop looking.

«I do not like it when you're armed,» he said whispering.

«I can not do without,» I answered him caressing his face.

«I know.»

Neither says anything more. His mouth on my and my tongue asked permission to enter. It was allowed, I held him to me as I was exploring his mouth and he lifted my shirt. We parted only for him to take it off and I could do the same with his one. I ran my hands over his chest and looked at him.