Julian
Chapter Three
Julian
It’s been a week. One week and I’ve only seen her three times. Each time has been a blessing and pure torture as well. She looks perfect in my place, but she’d look better in my bed with my last name as hers.
My phone rang as I pulled into my parking space at the apartment. “Hello,” I answered.
“Hey, brother man,” Drake says.
“How’s it going in Seattle?” I asked since I haven’t heard from him since he left.
“It’s fucking fabulous. I’d tell you to come up here for all the women, but that’s pointless because you didn’t take advantage of the ones you had there.” God, is he watching me? Does he know how bad I want to take advantage of his little sister?
“Always about women,” I sigh.
“Are you gay? You can tell me. I’m your friend and I’m in the most liberal city around. Trust me there’s nothing wrong with it. It can be pretty nice to have a guy go…”
“Hey, hey. No, I’m not gay, and I don’t want to hear about your sexual escapades. I’m just waiting for the right woman and the right time.”
“Wow, okay. So anyway, how is my sister doing? Driving you insane yet?”
“Not too much, then again, like I told you before. I don’t see her that often. I’m working all hours and she’s doing her school thing.”
“Plus, she’s got a job now too. I’ve sent her some money because she didn’t have any food.”
“No food? Son of a bitch. I hadn’t thought about any of that. She got a job?”
“Yeah, she got one two days ago. She needed money to survive now unlike before when my mom was buying groceries and stuff, but it’s not like it’s your responsibility to feed her. I asked you to give her a place to stay.” What the fuck? I had no damn idea.
“Still, I would have made sure she was fed or at least gotten groceries in the house. Yeah, I guess I hadn’t talked to her. I’m glad I lent her my other car then.”
“Thanks for that, by the way. I hate the idea of her taking the bus around Dallas in the middle of the night.” She’s not going to be doing that at all.
“Where is she working?” I asked.
“At the mall food court.”
“Well, it looks like she’s not home right now, but I’m about to go inside and eat before going to sleep. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Get some sleep and thanks again for looking out for Everly. She’s everything to us.”
“No problem.” I ended the call and exited my truck, feeling like an asshole because I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into Everly and bury my cock deep inside her. Drake wouldn’t understand what his sister does to me. I’m twisted in my desire for her. It’s fucking great that I’m constantly busy and don’t have time to dwell on the urge to fuck her tight little hole.
When I entered the apartment, it smelled good. I walked over to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. I went to the store. I needed some ingredients for dinner.
Just as I set the note down, the door unlocks. My head turns, and in walks Everly, looking beautiful with too many damn bags in her hands. “Everly, what are you doing carrying all that?”
“No second trips,” she says, giving me a wink and a grunt. I rush over and snag them all from her. Some of them are too damn heavy.
“Next time, we’ll go to the store together, or I can do it. That shit is too heavy for you to be carrying.”
“I’m not a weakling, Dr. Martinez.”
“I know, but I’m supposed to be taking care of you, and I apparently haven’t been doing a very good job.” I cup her chin. “How long have you been going around without eating?”
“Who told you that?”
“Drake just called me.”
“It hasn’t been that bad. Honestly, I snagged some granola bars you had in the cabinet, a bit of the meals your mom left, except the lasagna, not a fan of pasta. Besides, my new job gives me one free sandwich at the end of my shift. So, I have had one meal twice this week for free.” She winks.
“No more with the starving bullshit. If you’re fucking hungry you tell me, okay?”
“Um…”
“Don’t dare try to argue with me, little girl. Just do me a favor and say, ‘yes’.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“God, you’re a brat.”
She bounces on her toes, with a smile. “True, but I have to cook, so we don’t starve and so you can get some sleep.”
“Do you need some help?”
“No.”
“Okay, well I’m going to hop into the shower.”
“It should be done in about half an hour.” I nodded and walked away, avoiding the desire to taste her lips. My body aches to pull her in my arms. Still, I resist and head into my bedroom for a hot shower. I need to wash off the gross day and the lingering filthy thoughts I have of Everly. Although I’m not sure how much good that will do since we actually have time to spend together.
I undress and toss my clothes in the hamper, which is full, reminding me that I need to do laundry tomorrow since it’s my day off. When I step inside, the hot water feels good against my skin, and I let out a deep groan. After squeezing the last of the soap onto my washcloth, I realize I’m going to need to run to the store. Perhaps Everly needs some items as well.
My hand lingers over my length and then stiffens as Everly’s name comes to mind. I tell myself to get control and stop, but knowing that she’s in the kitchen, making me dinner, only arouses me more. I drop the cloth and wrap my fist around my thick cock, giving it a squeeze before stroking it from base to tip. A groan falls from my lips as I close my eyes.
“Everly,” I grunt, stroking myself up and down.
“Fuck, that’s right, open that smart mouth of yours.” She does, giving me her doe eyes full of mischief as she parts her lips. I slip my fat head between them and groan as she sucks in the tip. “Good girl, suck my cock like you have been begging for.” She continues, choking on it and then pulls off.
“So big, Daddy.”
“Give Daddy what he wants,” I growl, stuffing it back in her mouth, fucking her pretty throat. I fist her hair, and say, “I’m about to come and you’re going to swallow.” She moans around my girth with a smile around her eyes. I pump my hand faster and groan her name as I come, shooting it all over the shower floor and wall.
I quickly wash up and rinse off, remembering that she’s in the kitchen. I get dressed in some joggers and a tee shirt, sliding it over my head and down my chest as I enter the kitchen.
“Damn, it smells good in here.”
“Thank you,” she says, staring at my body. Fuck, my dick jerks right back to life, so I hurriedly take a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. “Hopefully, you enjoy it.” She plates the dish, and my mouth is watering as she bends forward, and her tits are practically on display.
“I’m sure I will. Your brother said you were a great cook.” I take a bite of the food and it’s incredible. A moan escapes my throat, and I look up from my plate to see her pretty light brown eyes on me. “Your brother was right. You are fantastic. This is a wonderful braised beef and veggies dish.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks turn a rosy pink as her fork stalls mid scoop.
“Go on and eat. I’d hate for it to go cold.” We eat in companionable silence, and I ache for her even more. This is what I want with her. The way I can look across the table and see her enjoying her meal, stealing glances every so often.
“So, how is this job that you forgot to mention?”
“To be fair, it’s not like I see you around often enough.”
“It is fair, so how is it?”
“What can I say? It’s a job…at the mall…working in the food court. There’s nothing special about it in the least, but hey, I can’t complain because I need the money.”
“You don’t need the money.”
“The heck I don’t. No offence, but I already don’t pay any bills, and I can’t have my brother send money to me when he’s not making bank yet. I’m no mooch.”
“I get it, little girl. Don’t get heated. What I’m saying is that you can just earn your keep here.” Her brows kick up with a twist of her lips. I wonder if she’s thinking something filthy, but as much as I’d love to have her in my bed, I’d never demean her like that.
“Come on, you just proved to me that you can cook. I can see that you keep the house clean and frankly, I’m extremely busy. So, I can pay you to keep the house clean, including my room and the laundry. Also make sure I have my meals prepared for work.”
“What type of meals are you talking about?”
“Don’t freak out. I’m not a full dinner kind of guy every day. I love a good sandwich and chips for work.” She twists her lips as she contemplates my offer. I think it’s a fair one.
“I don’t think it’s right taking your money since I live here for free already.”
I try to think of a way to put it. As my wife, she’ll get my money and do those things, anyway. At least until she had her certification and got her position, she wanted then we’d share the tasks. “Well, just think of it as a live-in housekeeper,” I suggest.
I watch the wheels turn in her head. “When you put it that way…I suppose it makes sense.”
“So how does that sound?” I’m hoping that she says yes because it’s a lot easier to keep an eye on her if she’s in the house. The cameras are all around the house and on the exterior. The ones in the car are good too. I’ve already asked my brothers to do me a favor and try to keep an eye on her while she’s coming and going from class, but they didn’t have any idea that she had a damn job. Now, I’m going to have to find someone else to keep tabs on her if that’s the case. She has no notion about how serious I am about her safety. Until she moves to Steeleville, I’m taking her safety to the next level.
“I’m on a trial basis at the food court anyway, so I guess this would be better,” Everly says.
“Good. Your brother will be happy about it.” We finish dinner and then I help her with the dishes. As she scrubs, I toss in the dishwasher.
“Thank you for dinner again.” I lean in and give her a gentle peck on the cheek. It’s a dumb move and I regret it immediately, so I excuse myself and say, “Goodnight. I’m exhausted.”
“Goodnight, Jules.” She dries her hands and then turns off the light.
It’s the next morning when I’m doing my laundry, I find her clothes in the dryer. “Fuck,” I groan. My dick throbs in my sweats as I pull her panties out of the pile and bring them to my nose. They’re freshly laundered, but I don’t care because they’re hers. Does that make me twisted? Maybe. Do I fucking care? No. “Hey, I thought I was supposed to be taking care of that?”
My back straightens and I drop them back into the pile. “Well, I figured you’d quit your job first before you’d jump on all the tasks. Besides, I have a lot of clothes to handle.”
“Of course.” She steps beside me and then grabs the basket, pulling her clothes out of the dryer. “How often do you do your clothes?”
“I have one day off a week, so I try to get it done within two weeks. Usually both my hampers in my bathroom and bedroom are overflowing by then.
“Okay. Well, I’ll check the hamper twice a week. How is that?”
“Sounds great,” I say, feeling like a damn slob. “I have to go to the store in a bit. Is there anything else we need?”
“I’m not sure exactly because it will depend on what you want to eat.”
“Well, how about we get this started and then go together?”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
Twenty minutes later we were dressed and ready to go. She hops in my truck and the damn air is sucked out of the vehicle. Maybe we should have taken the sedan which has just a little more breathing room. Damn it, the lack of space feels so confined.
“So how is school?” I asked, trying to distract myself.
“It’s great. I’m killing it as you can see.” She palms the bottom of her hair, and it bounces like a spring. I love the color and the way the light shines off it. Damn, could she be any more perfect? This wasn’t meant to be a bonding moment, but I can’t help myself.
“So, are you on call today or is it your actual day off?”
“It’s my day off,” I say, turning my head to peek at her.
“That sucks,” she mutters.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to the store instead of just relaxing.” Spending time with her is still better than anything else. I should be keeping my distance, but I couldn’t help myself. All I knew was that being around Everly was addictive.
“I know. That’s why I’m hoping that you can start making it a little easier. It’s crazy how much the little mundane tasks become time wasters.”
“Right? The little things take too much time. You need more days off. Will you get more soon?”
“Next year when I finish my residency, I’ll be moving to Steeleville and working at the Medical Center there.”
“Until then you work in Dallas?”
“Yes, and I’ll have to find a place in Steeleville. It’s not like it’s a huge town. There are apartment buildings that are already rented and I’m waiting to buy a house. The drive there is only forty-five minutes.” She doesn’t realize that I’m staying here for her. I actually can stay with my parents until I have a house that I want.
“Oh, well. I hope that’s not for at least four months.”
“I have ten more months on this lease.”
“Well, that’s good for me.” It’s a little white lie, but I don’t want her to feel like a burden.
“Come on, we’re here.” It takes us about two hours to shop and get back to the house.
My phone rang, so I excused myself to speak with my father while she made lunch.