Use Me by MJ Fields & Chelsea Camaron

Author:MJ Fields & Chelsea Camaron [Fields, MJ & Camaron, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chelsea Camaron
Published: 2017-03-21T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Tatum

His face is softer and more telling as he looks down at the place where his family’s bodies all lay to rest. It’s unimaginable. I have my parents still, but I hardly see them. This makes me want to reach out to them on a day that’s not Sunday.

I look up at him as he looks down at me.

“You wanna get out of here?”

“It’s peaceful,” I tell him.

He shakes his head and chuckles softly.

“What?” I ask as he takes my hand and starts walking.

“You once mentioned you’re not crazy,” he jokes.

His playfulness makes me smile.

“I’m really not,” I defend myself.

“I know, I know; you’re an author.”

At that, I can’t help chuckling myself.

“You have no idea how true those words are.”

He looks over at me and shrugs. “Nothing wrong with you, not one damn thing.”

“Are you flirting with me in a cemetery, Angelo?”

“It’s either that or take you in one,” he replies honestly.

I feel the ache between my legs grow stronger as I stumble at his words. He grabs my elbow, pulling me close and making sure I don’t fall.

The way he keeps me held against him, the way he looks at me, the way his look makes me feel, and knowing what the look on his face means instantly heightens my senses.

“I-I...” I shake my head, hoping he doesn’t kiss me, because his kiss would ignite the embers burning inside of me. And as much as I’m not crazy, I’m crazy enough to let him take me in a cemetery.

He lets out a slow, deep breath and steps back, releasing my hand. Quickly, I grab his, causing him to look back at me.

“I know that look, Tatum. You wanna come. You want me to make you come. So, what’s the problem? It’s not written down in that book?”

He’s frustrated with me.

Realizing he thinks I’m serious about it only being about the book, I gasp and start walking away, his hand still firmly in mine.

It’s not about the book, my job, Jonathon, Annie—none of it. No, somehow, it’s about me living again. Angelo has given me back a piece I lost too many years ago.

When he tries to pull his hand away, I hold on tighter. Then he stops, and of course, I stop, too.

I am three steps from those iron gates, three steps from getting out of the cemetery, which at one point was calming, but in seconds became a mix of sexual tension, misunderstanding, and anger.

“Please, I don’t want to fight in here.”

“We’re not fighting.” He scowls. “Jonathon and Annie wouldn’t fight, would they? They eat and fuck.” He looks like he wants to say more.

“You’re almost impossible,” I say before grabbing his face and kissing him.

I try to push my tongue into his mouth, but he’s unresponsive, so I step back.

“It’s a cemetery,” I say to remind myself more than anything.

“They’re dead. Nobody’s gonna see us.”

“You want us to have sex in a cemetery?” I ask quietly, looking around.

“Nope.” He looks annoyed as he walks around me.

I don’t understand him.

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