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“Drop me at a hotel. I’ll come by tomorrow to get my things,” I finally say after he makes it clear that we’re going to drive all the way home in utter silence. He doesn’t respond, because of course he doesn’t. I look up and realize that because he turned down that side road, he must have taken a back way and we’re already at the gate to his community.
Fucking great. Vernon is just what I need tonight.
“Why doesn’t he just open the gate, he knows your car,” I say mostly to myself, but Silas growls his agreement and presses the button to lower the window for Vernon.
“Woah, you two look like you got caught in the middle of a hurricane,” he says grinning widely, but must read the room because his smile falls when Silas leans an arm out the window. As mad as I am at Silas right now, I’d cheer him on if he snapped Vernon in half. “Lover’s quarrel, I get it. We’ve all been there.”
“Have you, though?” I snip, but quickly shut up when Silas’s hand reaches over to squeeze my thigh.
“Open the gate or get your head stuck through it. Those are your choices, Vernon,” Silas snaps.
“Alright, alright. Geez. The two of you are a match made in hell.” I watch as Vernon walks toward his little box and the gates open. Silas removes his hand from my leg and acts like it wasn’t there at all.
“You’re not going to a hotel,” Silas finally speaks to me when we pull into his garage.
“You’re not going to tell me what I can or can’t do,” I assure him.
“It’s late. Go to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning,” Silas remarks, his jaw tight with tension. Before I can respond, he’s out of the car and making his way inside the house.
CHAPTER SIX
SILAS
Myjawissotense I can feel my molars grinding and I have to get myself under control before I do something truly damaging. I walk into the house and leave Zoey behind in the garage because I cannot be in any sort of proximity to her right now. Not after what just happened in the car after I had to fucking carry her out of that damn bar. Wonderful, there goes my blood pressure rising again and I can feel a twitch in my left eye. I have to shake the hold that Zoey Harris has on me. I’m afraid if I don’t, nothing good will come of it.
I don’t pause in the entryway to deposit my shoes or coat as I normally would and continue striding to the staircase. My bedroom is the only safe space in this house from the scents and sounds of her, and I need to be able to block her. I am just reaching my bedroom door and have my hand on the doorknob when I hear her footsteps finally in the garage, and I’m thankful that she understood my need to get some space between the two of us. I can hear the fridge open, good I hope she’s fucking eating something. She’s lost some weight since she first got here and that makes me want to throttle her because while I’ve been essentially ignoring her, I have always made sure that Jude, the chef I have who drops off weekly meals and groceries, has left her notes.
Entering my bedroom, I shake my head and start walking to my bathroom because I need to wash the filthy thoughts I’m having away and to melt the stress of my night away. I cross the expansive room, bypassing my king-sized bed and a quick flash passes my eyes of seeing Zoey laying in the rumpled black sheets. Wonderful, exactly what I need to be thinking about while I’m trying to will my dick to go down after that little stunt in the car.
Walking into the bathroom, I stop and look at myself in the mirror while bracing my arms on the counter. I should feel disgust with myself, she’s fucking twenty-two and family and I have no business having these thoughts about Zoey. The disgust is there but faint and the need coursing through my veins is almost visible as I watch my arms strain with my restraint to not go grab the girl and devour her. And make no mistake, that’s exactly what would happen, I would devour her body and own her soul and there would be no her without me. I would consume her.
Get your shit together, Silas.I tell mirror me before grimacing and turning around to rest against the counter. “Alex, turn on the shower. Temp 4. Setting Long Day.” I don’t spend money frivolously, but I have never been more grateful for a smart shower set up than I am now. My presetLong Daywill give me dual shower streams and the stones lining my shower floor will be heated and I’m hoping the tension will bleed out of me and wash down the drain.
The shower starts and I have a few minutes to wait until stepping in, so I take a few deep breaths, trying to find myzen. The steam filling the bathroom provides a comfort to me and I start undressing, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor, knowing that when I get out this very act will annoy me, but I can’t be bothered to pick them up at the moment.
I walk into the infinity shower and immediately feel the heat pounding against my skin, slicing through the stress and self-loathing gathered in my shoulders and neck. This is exactly what I needed after the shit show of not only tonight but the last two weeks since she showed up on my doorstep. I could kill fucking Ted for pulling the family card right now. She has turned my routine upside down and the years I spent perfecting my cool, calm, and collected image are heading down the drain along with the water I am currently in.
I hang my head under the stream of one shower head while the other beats against my back and this is as close to heaven as I can get these days. The water slices through my hair and down my face and I lean slightly forward, catching myself on the wall with my hands. I start thinking of my upcoming week, hoping that the pressure of business will distract me and cause my erection to subside on its own. Halfway through Tuesday’s agenda, I give up and I know I’m going to have to take care of this and release myself.
I take my right hand off the wall and grip my aching cock with a punishing squeeze and tell myself to think about anything but Zoey. I try to picture models and actresses, different women I’ve dated in the past and have intimate knowledge of and nothing is sparking… until an image of Zoey in a tank top and jean shorts coming out of her room filters through my head. I remember it so vividly. It was about five days after she started staying here and I saw her dressed for comfort in my home and I remember thinking to myself how much vibrancy she gave to all the monochrome of my surroundings. I chastised myself, but here and now I let the image run wild.
I’m stroking myself roughly from root to tip and allowing the heavy weight of my balls to beat against my thighs as I spread my feet further apart to give myself more balance. The images flip back and forth between her in that outfit and the scene from the car, causing all of my senses to be encapsulated. Everything is her, in her vivid reds and bright blues, smelling of apples and tasting like decadent sin on my tongue.
I could have her against this very shower, pushed up against the wall with her legs wrapped around my waist or bent over, holding onto the bench seat as I piston in and out of her. Watching as her lower belly swells with me, my cock or my seed. Preferably both. Fuck, picturing the bulge poking out above her mound has my dick swelling even more and I can’t help but to grip tighter and stroke faster. She’d look so fucking beautiful dripping with my come out of all of her holes and I wouldn’t stop until root took hold in her womb, tying us together for the rest of our lives.
See, this is exactly why the hell I need to get Zoey out of my head. A twenty-two-year-old has no business being knocked up and tied to a lecherous man like me.
I let myself have this one fantasy before storing Zoey in a locked box within myself. I feel the need to come bubbling up from my sack and I take my left hand and push myself so I am no longer leaning and can tug on the heavy weight and roll both sides in my palm. Seeing her tits bounce and knowing exactly what her sweet little nipples look like before I put a baby in her has me groaning harshly and “Fucccccck.” I feel my come rushing out and painting the side of the shower and dropping onto the hot stones below. The water starts to cut through my release as I slow down on my stroking until my balls are empty and my cock is finally laying against my thigh.
I take one deep breath and then lock up every illicit desire I have of Zoey Harris and finish my shower methodically. Tomorrow we will talk and by talk I’ll tell her little smart ass she’s not going to a fucking hotel where I can’t keep an eye on her and whatever caused the momentary lapse in judgement on both our parts can never be repeated. We need to act like it never happened and carry on with this living arrangement until she can get a proper place of her own.
I’ve been avoiding any of the common areas in my home this morning because I’m not quite ready to see her and deal with the attitude Zoey is going to undoubtedly bestow on me. Her mouth is going to get her in trouble one day… possibly sooner rather than later. My stomach is reminding me I haven’t eaten yet today, and I head to the kitchen to see what Jude has stocked.
I’ve just finished eating when the walking, talking proverbial pain in my ass strolls into the kitchen with a smirk on her face.
“Oh whatever that is, it smells good. Did you cook for me?” She asks seemingly innocently, but it’s anything but.
“No. There’s plenty of food in the fridge and I know you’ve spoken to Jude, so please help yourself to anything he stocks in here. I won’t have you starving yourself while under my roof.” My voice is sterner than I planned, but nonetheless I needed to make sure my point came across and set a firm boundary.
