Chapter 17
Iwas in the midst of putting myself together when the door was pushed open. Whomever came in was quite cautious, as if they weren’t sure if they should just barge in, yet they were important enough not to really need to call out to me and ask for my permission either. I knew whom it was before his face even appeared.
The older version of me, or what I hoped would be, came in and stopped at the open door. He narrowed his eyes, giving me a peculiar look, and then his attention returned to my pants. I was pulling up the zipper and buttoning myself up, and at this, he shook his head.
“The wedding photographer?” he asked as he came in and shut the door behind him.
I didn’t acknowledge this question. Instead, I watched him with a smile and took care to inspect his frame for any health concerns.
“I thought you were going to come earlier,” was my response.
He stopped in front of me, his gaze perusing me as well, and then he slid his hands into his pockets.
“I came just in time to ride. But I see you got started before me.”
This made me laugh out loud, and then I stood to my feet and couldn’t stop myself from reaching out for a hug. He, however, refused and started to take several steps backward, but I caught him and forced him to accept the embrace.
“It’s been too long,” I said, and he finally sighed in defeat. He eventually returned the hug, and we were silent for several moments. It had been a tough couple of months for our family, and we were all still in the thick of it, so we needed and treasured each other more than ever before.
We pulled apart then and stared at each other, and then his eyes went behind me. I knew exactly what he was looking at, and it was a bit shameful, given that he was my father. I couldn’t help but lower my head.
“Good thing you bought this house with your own money,” he said, and I smiled.
He looked around the space.
“In the library though? This was going to be my sanctuary.”
“It still is,” I replied. “And how loud were we?”
“Enough for me to hear you down the hallway.”
”Anyone else hear?” I asked, and he shook his head.
“Lucky for you, they’re all out by the stable. The new mare is putting on a show.”
” Oh,” I was immediately excited. “I was waiting for that all day. They brought her in?”
“She’s beautiful to watch now. I’ve been there the past half-hour. I can’t wait to ride her.”
My gaze lowered then, and I could see the cowboy hat attached to his side.
“You really came prepared.”
“It’s my daughter’s wedding,” he said. “Why shouldn’t I? You, on the other hand, came to properly enjoy yourself for once, I see. I’m not even mad. I’m happy you’re letting loose a bit. You’ve been so frigid these past few years.”
“I haven’t been,” I replied as I returned to the desk to pick up my phone.
“Yes, you have. When was the last time you were with a woman or even had the time or patience to think of or accommodate one? You’ve been locked up in your office for years.”
“For a good reason, no?” I asked. “Look at where we live.”
At this, he laughed and then he shook his head.
“Go clean up. I’ll meet you there. I heard from the wedding planner that there’s an opening tonight, something of an opening down by the restaurant by the beach.”
“Yes, there is,” I replied. “I was given the breakdown earlier today at breakfast. You were supposed to be there.”
“Well, I’m here now. Stop complaining,” he said. “And your mom is waiting for me. Want me to wait for you?”
“No,” I replied and saw him to the door, and then we parted ways. “See you soon.”
Afterwards, I headed over to my room. At first, I thought to just clean myself up and head out, but when I thought about the evening gathering that was coming up, I decided to just hop in the shower altogether.
Plus, and I hated to admit this to myself, but I needed a couple of moments of reprieve. To think and reflect because even though nearly half an hour had passed since I had come harder than I could ever remember coming, I still felt slightly hazy and destabilized. The entire experience with her had been unreal, and I found myself now, and just as I had expected, replaying it over and over in my mind.
I wanted more, but as she had clearly informed me before she left, she wasn’t interested in such. Especially due to the current circumstances and stipulations of our daylight interactions with the others. Sure, I could have any female staff I wanted and whoever was interested in return, but I was known for keeping things private and for not acting so sloppily around my work or family.
Yet, I had lost my head there with her from the start to the finish, and I truly didn’t know who I could blame this on. Until I sighted Evelyn, I didn’t realize how little attention I had paid to females in recent years. Granted, a lot of changes had happened, huge, monumental milestones had been reached, and also a lot of very unpleasant surprises. I had been so busy through it all, and no one had caught my attention. This made perfect sense to me, so I couldn’t help but be further curious as to why she then had so wholly caught my eyes.
Stepping into the shower, I turned the cascade warm and lifted my face up to it. And then I tried it back to cold because I realized just how heated I still was. I needed to calm my body and mind down, but as I shut my eyes, all I could see and think about was her. The way she had held me so tightly and rode me on that chair. I would have expected her to be a bit tamer when it came to fucking and being fucked, but she had surprised me immensely.
She had completely let loose, and now I understood that it was probably because she had decided, as she had informed me, that it would never happen again. However, was I ready to accept this? I looked down at my cock, which had been half hard after we had finished but was now fully erect and pulsing, needing to be sheathed once again in her warmth. I could still smell her all around me, could taste her skin on my tongue, and it was becoming quite frustrating, to say the least.
I had just had her, yet it wasn’t enough, and while it made me excited, I didn”t like feeling so unhinged and unsure of my complete control over myself. However, for instance, this shower was supposed to be a quick one, but then here I was, stroking myself and thinking of her.
I wanted to stop right then, willed myself to stop; however, the pleasure felt unreal. I could almost feel once again the tight grip of her walls around me, and it pulled a ragged groan from my throat. My grip tightened then, and quicker, as I fantasized about her, my eyes closed, imagining her in front of me. She was so gorgeous and beautiful, very apparent, not wealthy, but there was a grace about her that couldn’t be replicated or explained in any way.
“Focus,” the hoarse cry followed as I quickly reached the brink, and then I was spurting out onto my hands and the glistening tiled wall before me.
It took me a while to recover from this, mostly because I couldn’t stop imagining what it had felt like to kiss her the moment I came. There were very few moments in my lifetime thus far that I had labeled as perfect, but that one with her had made the list. So, as I washed myself up, I had to admit to myself that I couldn’t wait to see her again.
In short, I was buzzing with excitement for it, and since, for once, I had time, my next game plan was to ensure that she found it impossible to deny herself and refuse me once again.