Page 44 of Stolen Dreams

“I have to get rid of the condom,” I say as my heart starts to come back to its normal pace.Her hold lessens as her legs fall from my hips and her arms fall to the sides.I get up on my elbows and I tell myself not to make eye contact with her, but my heart is another story.This has been what it’s been wanting for fucking ever.She smiles at me, and I can’t help but bend my head to lightly brush her lips with mine before I roll off the bed.Don’t look back, my head screams at me.My head turns immediately to look over my shoulder at her in the middle of my bed.Her back arches as her legs stretch out in front of her, and her arms go over her head as she stretches.

“You going to go get rid of that condom”—she smirks at me as she turns on her side—“or you going to keep staring at me?”

“I’m going to get rid of the condom,” I mumble and start to walk to the bathroom.I dispose of the condom before turning the water on at the sink.I extend my hands on the counter, my head hanging down as I close my eyes.“Everything that comes to you will eventually turn to evil because that is what you are.” The voice comes roaring back, and I’m so lost in the thought of fighting it back that I don’t feel her walk in until she’s wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing my back.

“I’m going to take a shower.”She walks over to the shower and opens the glass door.Exactly like she did last night after rounds one and two.“Then I’m going to get dressed and go for a ride.”

“I’ll start breakfast.”I look at her in the mirror as she pins her hair on top of her head.She steps into the shower, and I watch her hold out her hand for the stream of water.

“If you’re going to just stand there staring, might as well join me.”She looks into the mirror at me.

“Eggs or pancakes?”I ask, and she smiles at me.A smile that can cut you down at the knees.A smile I’ve now got locked away in my head for the years to come after I walk away from her.A smile that, in the last hours of my life, I’ll search for to bring me to that peace.

“Whatever you want,” she replies, and I nod and walk out, going to my closet and grabbing a pair of boxers out of the drawer before going to the bedside table and grabbing a condom.

“I’m going to hell anyway.”I toss my boxers on the bed and then head back into the bathroom.

It’s much later when I’m finally walking into the kitchen.Boxers are on.My hair is slowly drying since it only got a bit wet because she did the riding, and her back was to the rain shower.The coffee has been started.When I’m grabbing the pans, I see her walk out of my bedroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body.She walks to the other end of the house, where her clothes are.

My stomach tightens when I watch her walk to her clothes instead of having her clothes in my closet, which would not be a good idea at fucking all.

I’m plating the eggs when she comes back out, and she’s wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt tucked in the front of the jeans.But now that I’ve seen her naked, all I can see is her without her clothes on.Which makes my dick hard and makes me want to drag her to the counter and fuck her again and again and again.“Smells good,” she notes, walking closer to me, playing with her hair, and I see she’s braiding it on the side.“Really good.”She looks over my shoulder and puts her hands on my hips as she peeks.“What can I do to help?”

“You can take your hands off of me, or else you’ll be down on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” I retort.I look over my shoulder at her and feel her hand tighten around my waist.“Fuck, you want that, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say no”—she kisses me again on my back by my shoulder blade—“but I have to get going.”

“Going?”I ask in shock and look over to see it’s just after eight.“Where the fuck are you going?”

“I have to get a ride in.”She walks to grab a glass of water.“Then I called Charlie and asked if I can do my homework at the office.”

“You can do it here,” I say, and she smiles.

“I don’t want Lucy and you to go around whispering and stuff.It’s just easier this way.”She looks at the plate, grabbing the one with less food on it before walking over to the kitchen table and sitting in the same seat she sat in when we had dinner.“I’ll be back for dinner, I think, not sure.”

“You are going to have to eat,” I snap, thinking about her being gone all day long and not knowing when she’ll be coming back.

“I’ll make do.”She shrugs.“Won’t be my first time.But it’s a big project, and I need to focus.”

I don’t say anything else to her, afraid I’ll make her do something she doesn’t want to do, and then her whole future will be fucked up because of me.I sit with her.“I’ll stop by for lunch and see you.”

“Okay.Um,” she starts, and I look up at her, not liking the way she said um.“This is a little bit of a ‘what happens now’ sort of conversation that I don’t want to have, but I feel like we should.”

“Okay.”I scoop up eggs as I wait for her to finish.

“What are you going to tell Lucy?”she asks, and I’m happy it’s about Lucy and not the “now that we’ve fucked, what happens next?”

“Not sure yet,” I reply honestly, and she just nods.“I’ll let you know when I talk to her.”

She picks up her empty plate and walks it to the kitchen.“Leave it, I’ll clean up.You go do your things.”

“You sure?”She looks at the kitchen, and I nod.“See you later,” I say from the table, watching her, waiting to see if she’ll come over and give me a kiss.Wanting her to come and give me a kiss, but knowing it’s better if she doesn’t.She starts walking toward the door and then looks over her shoulder at me as I stare at her ass.“Thank you”—she smirks—“for breakfast and for?—”

“The orgasms?”I try to joke with her.

“Especially for those.”She shakes her head and walks out the door, and my lips miss her.I don’t have time to think about rushing after her when my phone rings from somewhere in the house, and it’s Lucy telling me she’s on her way home.

I’m putting on my boots when the doorbell rings, and I open it to see Brock there with Saige and Lucy.“Hey,” he says, giving me a chin lift.

---