Page 139 of Into These Eyes
“Just so we’re clear on these terms,” I say, “what about when you’renothere?”
She throws Jamie an amused glance. “Oh, I see why you like him. Determined to get in your pants, isn’t he?”
“Just get it over with,” Jamie’s muffled voice begs.
Anika turns her gaze back to me. “If you’re talking about me going out while I’m staying here, forget it. I’m not going anywhere … unless it’s with one of you. Believe it when I say, I’m your cockblocking nightmare.”
Well, fuck.
I glance at Jamie, waiting as she slowly removes her hands from her face and gives me a helpless shrug.
“And how long is this cockblocking nightmare lasting?” I ask.
“Well, my first day on the job is Christmas day, which means I’ll leave Christmas eve. So, what’s that? Three nights? Should be a breeze for you, right?”
“Fine,” I grumble, already wondering how I’ll survive this new hell. After experiencing the torture of keeping my hands offJamie when I wasn’t sure if she felt the same, now I have to do it knowing shedoeswant me?Fucking fuck.
“Great!” Anika exclaims. “Now I can relax.”
“Not quite,” Jamie says. “Dad mentioned Mum left a letter. And that you know where it is.”
Anika slowly nods as she glances at her watch. “I think I know where he means, but fuck, Jamie, it’s past midnight. Not to mention I need to wrap my head around Dad’s confession … and you having aboyfriend. That’s enough to fry my brain without adding something else right now. Can it wait until tomorrow?”
Jamie gives her an understanding nod.
Pouring the last of the wine into her glass, Anika stands and heads to the couch. “I’m gonna unwind with some TV. Feel free to join.”
The moment I enter my bedroom, I drop to the mattress, bury my head in the pillow and groan. Just when we were getting going, her sister’s put on the brakes, wielding some sort of diabolical powerplay over us. I can’t blame Anika, though. I understand why. And it’s a perfectly legitimate reason. That doesn’t stop my body and soul aching for what we were meant to have. Right about now, we should be completely satiated and fast asleep in each other’s arms.
My phone vibrates in my pocket.
Rolling onto my back, I pull it out and check the message.
Jamie: Go get in the shower. Don’t lock the door.
I sit up and swing my feet to the carpet.
Me: I just made a promise to your crazy sister.
Jamie: Neither of us will be breaking our word.
Me: I don’t know … I heard you have a boyfriend.
With a stupid grin on my face, I wait.
Jamie: If he doesn’t get in the shower now, he’s getting dumped!
After flinging off my clothes and dressing in a t-shirt and trackpants, I silently open my bedroom door and stick my head out. The TV’s louder than usual, apparently the way Anika likes it. I can’t see her head above the couch, so I presume she’s lying down. Like Jamie and I were. Shaking my head, I grin to myself. How flattered I’d been when Jamie announced she’d turned her phone off for the night. And how that decision ruined her orgasm and my chance of sinking into her. A chance I now won’t get for another three days.
I suppose that’s my fault for taking things slow. The moment we walked through the door, I could have picked her up, carried her into her bedroom and fucked her senseless. I know she wouldn’t have resisted. But when I sensed her nerves, I forgot about my own need. And I don’t regret a moment. Taking my time exploring her, tasting her and making her come with just my touch is worth the punishment of having to wait. Though, I could do without the ache in my balls.
Following her instructions, I silently cross the hall, step into the bathroom, shut the door and stare at the small bolt. I’ve never considered locking it before. After half a lifetime of conditioning, privacy seems like a privilege reserved for others. But now that Anika’s here, I guess I’ll have to start locking it to avoid any awkward situations.
Not tonight, though.
I undress, leaving my clothes in a neat pile on the edge of the vanity, then I turn on the shower and wait for the temperature to rise. Glancing over my shoulder at the door, my heart races with anticipation. I know Jamie can hear the water running. I can hear her shower from my bedroom. Anika’s right, the walls in this house are thin.
With the temperature just right, I walk into the doorless shower and brace my hands on the tiled wall in front of me, a vulnerable position I’d never put myself in on the inside. Dropping my head between my arms, I let the water cascade over my hair and run like a river from my chin.
