Can't Take the Heat
Can't Take the Heat
Chapter 6
Chapter Wordcount: 686
He made his way quickly through the city, brushing off Joshua and a couple others that happened to be up this early and asked him what his rush was.
He followed her scent all the way to the far side of the parking garage. He stopped when he spotted her black car parked against the far wall.
His transgenic eyes zoomed in to see her sitting in the driver’s seat, white knuckles gripping the steering wheel and chest heaving.
He sighed before walking slowly over to her.
She didn’t turn to look at him but leaned against the steering wheel and closed her eyes as he hopped over the passenger door and settled himself into the seat next to her.
“Please go away,” she said quietly.
“No.”
“Chase…please,” she begged.
“No.”
“Damnit!” she yelled, the sound echoing in the concrete structure and her fist hitting the steering wheel.
“Can’t you see how hard it is for me to be around you?!” she said angrily, turning to face him and instantly cursing herself for doing so.
He had one arm laid across the back of the seat, his back leaned against the door and was turned slightly to face her.
She licked her lips, dragging her bottom one through her teeth as her pupil’s dilated and ran over his body.
Her breathing got deeper and she eyed the pulse point in his neck.
“No!” she shouted, slamming her forehead against the steering wheel. “No, no, NO!”
“Rayce…”
“Shut up!”
“No…will you just listen for a sec?!”
She refused to look at him and instead focused on the gauges on the car’s dash, trying in vain to think of anything but the male that was sitting oh so close.
“Look…I know this is…awkward. They used to lock you up at Manticore when you went in heat, we were never around each other, but…well…”
He paused just long enough to make Rayce turn and look at him.
“If you need to…let off some steam…you know I’ll help you,” he said quietly, his voice lowering an octave or two and sending jolts through Rayce’s entire system.
She blinked at him; there was no way he had just said that, she must have zoned out again.
“What?” she squeaked.
He shrugged, swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat and shifted nervously in the passenger seat. “I’m…here…for you.”
Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. “Are you fucking mad?!”
“What?!”
“’I’m here for you’? Like some piece of meat?! No, absolutely not, I’ll just keep my little transgenic ass in this car and you can take your little transgenic ass back to your apartment until this mess blows over.”
“What’s the big deal?”
“What’s the big deal? You’re the big deal! I’m not gonna fuck you just ‘cause of some fucked up feline DNA is throwing my hormones outta wack!”
“Rayce, look, I know sometimes you just gotta get some…release, hell, I ain't exactly celibate. All I’m saying is I know it’s hard for you right now, and I know you, I don’t want you going out there and screwing some random transgenic, or god help you, transhuman and waking up in the morning and freaking out about it! If you need to, I’m here, we’re friends, it would be okay, at least you could trust me.”
“No,” she said, eerily calm, her hormones screaming at her that he was right but her brain kicking in gear sluggishly and screaming no. “If I’m gonna fuck you its not gonna be because I’m in heat and so horny I can’t control myself.”
He paused, “What?” he asked, his mind replaying what she had said and picking up the importance in her choice of words.
Oh shit, she did not just say that, “I said I’m not gonna fuck you because I’m in heat.”
“No, you said if you fucked me it wasn’t gonna be because you were in heat.”
Her jaw clenched and she stared straight ahead.
“Rayce?”
“Leave.”
“No.”
“Leave!”
“No! Not until you explain that little cryptic comment!”
She groaned and again rested her head on the steering wheel.
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Chapter 6
Chapter Wordcount: 686
He made his way quickly through the city, brushing off Joshua and a couple others that happened to be up this early and asked him what his rush was.
He followed her scent all the way to the far side of the parking garage. He stopped when he spotted her black car parked against the far wall.
His transgenic eyes zoomed in to see her sitting in the driver’s seat, white knuckles gripping the steering wheel and chest heaving.
He sighed before walking slowly over to her.
She didn’t turn to look at him but leaned against the steering wheel and closed her eyes as he hopped over the passenger door and settled himself into the seat next to her.
“Please go away,” she said quietly.
“No.”
“Chase…please,” she begged.
“No.”
“Damnit!” she yelled, the sound echoing in the concrete structure and her fist hitting the steering wheel.
“Can’t you see how hard it is for me to be around you?!” she said angrily, turning to face him and instantly cursing herself for doing so.
He had one arm laid across the back of the seat, his back leaned against the door and was turned slightly to face her.
She licked her lips, dragging her bottom one through her teeth as her pupil’s dilated and ran over his body.
Her breathing got deeper and she eyed the pulse point in his neck.
“No!” she shouted, slamming her forehead against the steering wheel. “No, no, NO!”
“Rayce…”
“Shut up!”
“No…will you just listen for a sec?!”
She refused to look at him and instead focused on the gauges on the car’s dash, trying in vain to think of anything but the male that was sitting oh so close.
“Look…I know this is…awkward. They used to lock you up at Manticore when you went in heat, we were never around each other, but…well…”
He paused just long enough to make Rayce turn and look at him.
“If you need to…let off some steam…you know I’ll help you,” he said quietly, his voice lowering an octave or two and sending jolts through Rayce’s entire system.
She blinked at him; there was no way he had just said that, she must have zoned out again.
“What?” she squeaked.
He shrugged, swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat and shifted nervously in the passenger seat. “I’m…here…for you.”
Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. “Are you fucking mad?!”
“What?!”
“’I’m here for you’? Like some piece of meat?! No, absolutely not, I’ll just keep my little transgenic ass in this car and you can take your little transgenic ass back to your apartment until this mess blows over.”
“What’s the big deal?”
“What’s the big deal? You’re the big deal! I’m not gonna fuck you just ‘cause of some fucked up feline DNA is throwing my hormones outta wack!”
“Rayce, look, I know sometimes you just gotta get some…release, hell, I ain't exactly celibate. All I’m saying is I know it’s hard for you right now, and I know you, I don’t want you going out there and screwing some random transgenic, or god help you, transhuman and waking up in the morning and freaking out about it! If you need to, I’m here, we’re friends, it would be okay, at least you could trust me.”
“No,” she said, eerily calm, her hormones screaming at her that he was right but her brain kicking in gear sluggishly and screaming no. “If I’m gonna fuck you its not gonna be because I’m in heat and so horny I can’t control myself.”
He paused, “What?” he asked, his mind replaying what she had said and picking up the importance in her choice of words.
Oh shit, she did not just say that, “I said I’m not gonna fuck you because I’m in heat.”
“No, you said if you fucked me it wasn’t gonna be because you were in heat.”
Her jaw clenched and she stared straight ahead.
“Rayce?”
“Leave.”
“No.”
“Leave!”
“No! Not until you explain that little cryptic comment!”
She groaned and again rested her head on the steering wheel.
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