25. You Have To Be Quiet
TWENTY-FIVE
YOU HAVE TO BE QUIET
Lach
Jake leads me toward the back entrance of the house where the basement door is located. I’ve been downstairs on many occasions but never slept. He flips on the light, and a single light bulb illuminates the white stairwell. When he lands on the bottom step, he turns on another set of lights that fill the open space. Stud partitions create the bones of rooms, and the insulation on the exterior walls but no sheetrock gives it a half-dressed look. In the bar corner is a small bar in front of a pool table. To the right is a long couch with a TV sitting on top of an entertainment center.
“For the most part, you’ll have the entire space to yourself.” He waves his hand to the other side of the room where a chest freezer and washer and dryer sit.
“This is perfect.”
“And the couch pulls out to a bed.”
I huff out a laugh. “I remember helping you move that thing down here. That was a bitch.”
“And this is probably where it’s staying. Feel free to move things around how you see fit. I have extra pillows and blankets upstairs I’ll bring down for you. This might be a good reason to put that second bathroom in.”
“I don’t have plans to stay that long.”
He clasps my shoulder. “Stay as long as you need.”
“Thanks. Since it’s still light out, I’m going to drive past my apartment and check out the damage.”
He digs in his pocket, pulls out a key, and passes it to me. “Since you’re staying here.”
I nod. Shit. Maybe this whole secret relationship isn’t a good idea.
Since I left my truck at Jake’s house when we left for Knoxville, I jump inside. A few minutes later, I’m on the west side of town and pulling into the parking lot of my apartment. It’s mostly empty except for a few abandoned vehicles and a couple of work trucks parked near the front entrance that’s covered in yellow caution tape. The acrid stench of burned plastic wafts through the air. Even as the sun shines down, it does nothing to curb the chill in the air. For the most part, the building looks normal. Nothing fancy. A brick, three-story rectangular building.
My shoes crunch on the leaves scattered on the ground as I make my way to the back of the building, which tells a different story. The windows on the north side are shattered. Black streaks climb to the roof, staining the brick. My side of the building looks untouched.
When I approach the front of the building again, my landlord and a couple of other people step through the door and over the tape. When he’s finished, I wave to get his attention. He tells me the structural engineer is still determining whether it’s safe to enter and collect any belongings. He’ll call me in a couple of days with an answer.
I have a few toiletries and clothes from the trip, but I’ll need more in case it’s longer than two days or if everything is ruined. At the store, I shop for essentials—socks, underwear, toiletries. I’ll snag a few Porter’s shirts from Jake. Something to get me by until I can get my things.
When I arrive back at Jake’s, it’s quiet. I dump the shopping bags in the basement, grab the bottle of shampoo and bar of soap, and head upstairs to jump in the shower. Turning on the hot water, steam billows from the top and fills the small room. I strip out of my clothes and peel the curtain back. Climbing in, the water beats down on my tense muscles and rolls down my body. It’s been one hell of a day already.
If anyone deserves an Asshole of the Year award, it’s me. Jake was at my side, lifting me up when I hit rock bottom and showed me my life doesn’t have to be the dumpster fire it was becoming. I owe him my life, and how do I repay him? I fuck his sister. My shoulders sag as I lift my face to the water raining down on me. The droplets sting my skin. I’m torn between happiness and my best friend, and it’s the worst fucking place to be. After running the bar of soap over my body and shampoo through my hair, I rinse. Slowly, I turn the faucet handle until the water turns icy. The frigid temperature reminds me this is real. I really need to figure out this shit with Jake so I can stop being an asshole friend. I finish turning the handle until the water stops. I step out and grab the last towel from the rack. I’ll have to ask Jake where he keeps the extras. The coarse fibers scrape against my body. Shit. I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me. Normally, I don’t need to worry about it, but now I have roommates. After I finish drying, I wrap the towel around my waist and forgo dressing in my dirty clothes. A cloud of steam billows out behind me as I open the door. I’m only a few steps down the hallway when a door swings open, and I’m yanked inside.
“Jesus.” My back slams against the door, closing it with a click. My jeans and T-shirt fall to the floor with a thud. Instantly, Eve’s lips are on mine in a bruising kiss. She pulls away; her warm fingertips caress the edge of the towel that rests on my hips.
“I really think this roommate situation is going to work out great.”
Her low-cut tank top kisses the top of her tits, and her hard nipples stretch the pink cotton fabric. “It does make things incredibly convenient. Where’s your brother?”
She leans back to arm’s length. “You’re thinking of my brother right now?”
I slide my hands from her waist to her hips, afraid if I let go, she might leave. “I don’t want to be, but given the circumstances, I think it’s important we know where he is.”
“He said he had to run to the bar.”
“But he’s not scheduled to work.”
“You know Jake, he’ll find something to do while he’s there.”
I shrug because she’s not wrong. “We haven’t even been back for twelve hours. Are you sure you want to do this here? Now?”
“Would you rather go outside? It’s kind of cold, but I guess with our body heat, we’d stay warm.” She runs her fingertips over my chest, tracing my tattoos like she always does. And like every other time she touches me, my dick twitches.
“You have a smart mouth. Anyone ever tell you that?”
She smirks. “You better find a way to shut me up, then.”
I’ll never tire of her sass. Bending down, I wrap my arms under her butt and lift. I spin us around, pin her against the door, and slam my lips to hers. My tongue sweeps across the seam of her mouth, and she opens. Small moans escape her throat as I stroke my tongue over hers. I’ll never grow tired of her. I’m drowning in her kisses. Her every touch consumes me. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating. I press my lips along her jaw until I reach my favorite spot. Her head falls back against the door, giving me better access. A soft moan falls from her lips as I place open-mouth kisses on her tattoo. She wiggles against me. Her hips loosening the towel around my waist until she’s able to grab the edge and fling it to the side.
“Much better.” She grinds her cotton-covered pussy against me, practically fucking me over the sleep shorts. Her cheek grazes mine until her lips brush against the shell of my ear. “I want your cock inside me.” Her warm breath whispers against my ear.
All the blood rushes to my dick. Holding her to me, I spin around. In a few short steps, I’m at the edge of the bed. A half giggle, half squeal escapes her as I toss her to the mattress. I hook my thumb under the waistband of her shorts and yank them down while she frantically pulls the top over her head. The bed dips as I kneel on the mattress, covering her body with mine. My dick presses at the apex of her thighs.
She slaps at the nightstand until she finds the handle and pulls open the drawer. Pushing myself up, I reach over and grab a condom out of the box. In one swift motion, I tear the foil packet open and pull out the condom. Rising to my knees, I slide it down my length. Eve’s hooded eyes are on me the entire time. With my fingers wrapped around the base, I direct the head over her pussy. Swiping the head over her clit, the glistening tip confirms what I already know.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me.” I tease her opening with the head of my dick.
Her back arches. “Mmm. I was touching myself while you were in the shower.” She lifts her fingers to my lips.
Her sweet scent lingers on them. My mouth falls open, and she pushes her fingers inside. My dick throbs just from the taste of her. I swirl my tongue, cleaning her fingers. At her opening, I push in without warning.
“Ah!” She pulls her hand away, and it drops to the comforter. Her back arches off the bed as her moans fill the room.
I pinch my eyes shut, savoring her tight pussy gripping me for a few seconds. “We have to make this quick.” Slowly, I rock my hips.
“I don’t care. Just fuck me.” She reaches up and cups her tit, kneading the soft flesh. Her thumb and finger pinch her nipple, and her pink lips fall open on a gasp.
I love that she pleasures herself while I do the same. Placing my hand behind her knee, I push her leg up, widening her even more. I drive deeper, thrusting in and out. My mouth falls open. She feels incredible with the new angle.
“Oh god. Right there. Don’t stop.” Her nails claw at the sheets while the other hand still plays with her nipple.
I drive into her. Our skin slapping together. The headboard taps against the wall.
“Oh! Yes!” Her words come out in short pants, followed by a long moan.
Bending over her, I clamp my hand over her mouth. “You have to be quiet,” I whisper. I grind my hips against hers, and she moans again. The headboard smacks against the wall with another loud thud followed by a bang.
A second later, there’s a knock on the door.