Chapter 17 Neil
“Why don’t you go fly into someone else’s heart, Tinkerbell?”
Neil
It was eight o’clock at night, and I had no idea what the hell I was doing.
Logan had never come back, but his words were still bouncing around inside my head.
Selene and I had lunch together, and then she spent a few hours with Matt. I had no idea where they went or what they talked about, but I knew it was right for her to have some time with her father. Judging by her eyes when she came back, though, things between them had gone poorly yet again.
I leaned against the doorframe and watched as she stood in the bedroom, painstakingly fastening her bra.
She’d just taken a shower.
Her scent hung in the air, commingling with my own.
I looked her slowly from bottom to top, appreciating every detail. I began with her tapering feet, her defined calves, and her tight thighs. I craned my neck slightly to better admire the curve of her ass and gave a groan of approval.
She was perfect.
I moved my eyes up over her flat stomach to the bounty of her.
Her tits would look even better, though, if they were being cradled in my hands or mouth. That was where they belonged.
She hadn’t realized I was there, and she gasped when she turned around and caught a glimpse of my shadowy figure in the doorway. She quit doing up her bra to stare intensely at me.
“Did…” she swallowed. “Did you want to get dressed?” she asked timidly.
“No, you go ahead…” I answered, remaining motionless in that same arrogant stance. She watched me with passionate longing, and I knew she wanted me to say something else to her, but I was determined to keep my desires in check.
“What, don’t you want me anymore?” she needled me with a sly smile.
So Tinkerbell liked to play games with me.
And, standing there all sweet-smelling in her underwear, she would pose a serious challenge to any red-blooded man.
In answer to her question, I took her delicately by the wrist and pressed her open palm to my hard cock.
She sucked in a breath but didn’t resist. She’d asked if I wanted her anymore… Well, I’d answer her question in my own special way.
I let her feel my full length before pushing her hand down to my balls. I narrowed my eyes, delighting in her light, timid touch while she held her breath. I moved closer to steal that breath right out of her lungs.
Again…more…always more. I could never get enough.
“I’d say the answer is pretty clear,” I whispered before giving her a deliberately brief kiss to leave her wanting more. Selene shut her eyes, anticipating more intense contact, but I just laughed merrily. She took a step back, realizing I was baiting her.
“Want to go out tonight?” I asked her abruptly, thinking again of what Logan had said.
He was right—I couldn’t let her think she was my whole world here in this pool house and then just rip that away from her without warning.
She deserved to have some fun, to be with her friends and to live something like a normal life.
“What do you mean?” she murmured in surprise, pushing her bangs to one side and dazzling me with her big eyes, luminous like the sea at sunrise.
“It’s Saturday night. We could go out. Logan’s going clubbing with his friends, and he said they’d like to see you.
I’ll go with you.” I shrugged, and her expression shifted from stunned to thrilled.
For a second, I was annoyed at the idea that she was so happy to lose time going out to some shitty club with her friends instead of staying home with me, but I reined in my instinctive selfishness and forced myself to think.
It was just a night out; what mattered was that we were together.
It didn’t matter where we were or who else we were with.
“And the Krew? Don’t you want to see them?” She bent down to dig a pair of high-waisted jeans and a very short skirt out of her bag. I frowned, looking at the second garment, and she stared at me, waiting for a response.
“I see them plenty when I’m on my own,” I told her.
“So Jennifer can come on to you unimpeded, right?” She lifted up the skirt and peered at it as though debating whether or not to wear it.
She also got her little sly shots in, showing me just how jealous and possessive of me she really was, despite the fact that I’d told her repeatedly that I wouldn’t tolerate her attaching any strings or restrictions to us.
“Whatever Jennifer does or doesn’t do, it shouldn’t mean a thing to you.
I haven’t slept with her in months, if that’s what you were thinking,” I told her, entirely honestly.
I hadn’t even felt the need to seek out other attention since before Selene even moved in.
At that moment in time, Tinkerbell was the only one my body wanted.
It would have been pointless to fuck any other women when I wouldn’t even be able to come with them.
She let the skirt drop and hurled herself at me, flinging her arms around my neck. I went rigid, like I always did when she came at me like that, full of sweet, effusive affection.
“Wow, is Neil Miller being faithful to me?” Her hand sank into my hair, stroking my scalp. I swallowed as her breasts brushed against my abdomen. A fire ignited in my chest that would have burned us both if I didn’t keep it under control.
“Yes,” I admitted, and she smiled, delighted like I had never seen her before.
She stood up on her tiptoes, pressing her still-half-naked body against me, to give me a kiss.
I opened my lips, responding with identical passion.
I slid a hand through her silken hair before cupping the nape of her neck and using it to pull her closer to me.
I was going to take everything she had to give.
I devoured her, feeding on her feminine power, her feeling, and her sickly sweetness as I stole a little bit more of her dreams. Finally, she broke away from me, panting.
“Take it easy, Mr. Disaster. You know I need to breathe.” She rested her forehead on my chest, and I rubbed her head soothingly.
“Get dressed, Babygirl. And don’t wear anything too short or flashy,” I ordered her, and I regretted it the moment I said it.
Even I didn’t know why I’d made such a ridiculous request—I didn’t have any right to tell her how to dress.
But the idea of watching her walk into the club and seeing all the men drool over her ass bothered me. A lot.
She looked up at me, her brow creasing.
“What?” she asked.
“I just meant…” I scrambled, “I like the way you dress. You know how to be sexy in your own way.” I stroked her cheek, and she smiled while I tried not to reveal the strange, unsettled feeling that was tying my stomach in knots.
I headed back to the main house, partly to give her some time to get ready and partly to get away from her before I changed my mind and decided to keep her locked up in the pool house with me. I found Logan and let him know we were coming out with him before taking yet another shower.
I had hoped that the hot water would soothe my anxieties and help me reorder my thoughts, but I was still on edge, still troubled about what was going on inside me.
I couldn’t recognize myself.
I was getting more and more mixed up by the day.
Selene’s proximity created disorder, confounding my reality and staining the darkness that surrounded me with so many irritating colors.
I huffed anxiously and stepped out of the shower to dry my hair. Then I tended to my beard, careful not to cut myself because my right hand had started shaking once again.
“Fuck,” I blurted out. I needed to calm down.
Selene was just one girl among many others, and very soon she was going to disappear out of my life and out of my head. And I would be who I was before.
The me I recognized, the one who lived in a manageable amount of chaos without too much needless worry.
I went straight to my walk-in closet, glancing at the clock along the way. It had only been an hour since I left Babygirl in the pool house, and already I wanted to see her again.
I put on a dark pair of jeans and a sweater—the black-on-black look suited my mood.
I could have dressed a little nicer, but the truth was, I didn’t actually want to go out.
The only thing I wanted to do was to stay with Selene, preferably naked and bathing in her heat with her thighs locked around me and her heels digging into my ass cheeks, spurring me to dominate her harder with every thrust.
But for once, I was trying not to think only of myself.
“Meet me outside in thirty. Let’s take your car,” Logan demanded, walking past my open door. He’d just gotten out of the shower as well, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist and an open box of cereal in one hand. I rolled my eyes.
Only my brother pregamed on Saturday night with handfuls of dry Lucky Charms.
“Don’t be late; I’m not waiting for you,” I warned. Then I hurried down the stairs and out the back door.
The icy air clawed at my face like a metal pincer as I walked quickly across the yard to the pool house. When I walked in and didn’t see Selene, I was immediately alarmed.
Nervous, I went to the bedroom and only calmed down when I found her there rearranging some clothing in her suitcase. She turned to look at me, and her eyes were full of such all-encompassing heat that they activated a suffocating lust inside me.
“I’m ready,” she announced before I could say anything. She knew that I hated to wait.
I stood in the doorway and looked her up and down.
She wore black pumps with four-inch heels, a pair of skinny jeans that were definitely too tight and displayed every single curve, and a gold top cut dangerously low over her breasts under a short winter coat.
She looked great, but apparently I hadn’t been clear enough earlier when I told her nothing flashy.
Again, I felt that strange burning sensation in my chest, so intense that I had to rub the area with one hand.
“You don’t like it?” she asked, chucking a lipstick into her purse.