Chapter 6 Texas #2
She thrust the drink out further to me, and I realized I didn’t want her to leave.
I wanted her to stay. To talk. To be around me.
I took the drink and tipped it up to my lips, reveling in the lemony sugar water.
I couldn't remember the last time I’d had the damn stuff.
I was a kid, probably. But since I was living in suburbia for the time being, I figured it would be a drink I’d get offered often.
Maybe even while in the presence of Ella herself.
“Thanks,” I said as I swallowed the last drop.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said.
I handed the glass back to her, and she stood there, shuffling on her feet.
“And thank you again for mowing my lawn yesterday,” she said.
“It wasn’t an issue,” I said.
I needed her to go away, but I didn’t want to.
Her body heat reached out for me. I gazed down into her wondrous eyes as they reflected the moonlight in the sky.
She was so beautiful. So radiant, even in the dark.
Even though she wore nothing but jeans and a plain shirt, she looked gorgeous.
Even with her hair up in a messy bun, she looked good enough to eat.
A few loose tendrils of her hair swept across her cheek, and for the first time in my life, I became jealous of hair.
Fucking hair on her cheek.
Ella had on no makeup. No nice shoes. Probably plain underwear underneath her outfit. And yet, my body heated for her. My cock pulsed for her. I couldn't take my eyes off her face as they danced around her fluid features. My lips tingled with a desire to kiss her. But I couldn’t.
Not after just having had that conversation with her brother.
“Anyway, thanks again,” Ella said.
“You said that already.”
“Yeah, I suppose I did.”
There was a brief pause before she went to move, and I knew I had to stop her.
“Do you have anything else you’re doing tonight?” I asked.
She looked back at me with an inquisitive look.
“Not chores, no. It’s kind of late. Almost ten o’clock,” she said.
“So, you’d be done for the day then,” I said, grinning.
She snickered. “Yes, I’d be done for the day. What about you?”
I nodded slowly. “Yep. Just settling in for the night.”
“No nefarious motorcycle crew duties to attend to?”
I gasped playfully. “I’m hurt, Ella. I run a very respectable business with your brother.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
She giggled, and the sound stopped my heart in my chest.
“Well, I appreciate your help with things. And with cooking dinner. I’ll see you around, yeah?” she asked.
Yet another closing statement to a conversation I didn’t want to end.
“Did you try pizza for Keva again tonight?” I asked.
“If I did, I’d never tell you. Might get judged for it,” she said playfully.
She winked up at me, and I stepped a little closer to her.
“What did you two have then? And no lies,” I said.
She drew in a sharp breath. “Well, I made spaghetti and meatballs. But I haven’t eaten anything yet.”
I cocked my head. “Why not?”
“Keva was a bit much today. Lots of playing. Lots of tantrums. Lots of not wanting to take a nap. I finally put her down for bed around eight, and I wanted to sit and stare more than eat. Though, you’d be proud of me.”
“And why’s that?” I asked, grinning.
“I made the meatballs fresh.”
My eyebrows rose as my voice lowered. “I bet they taste fantastic as well.”
I watched her blush, and my cock was instantly hard.
I couldn't help it. I couldn't explain it. And I sure as hell couldn't get it to go away. I prayed she didn’t look down. I prayed she didn’t move.
My eyes dropped to her lips before raking back up to her eyes, and that cute little tongue of hers darted out to lick her lips.
Holy fuck. The tips of her tits press into my chest as she moved closer to my body.
“I suppose I should go home and eat,” Ella said breathlessly.
I gazed into her eyes as a smirk crossed my face.
“But how do I know you’ll actually eat? How do I know you’re not simply lying to me before you go to bed without eating something?” I asked.
She scoffed playfully. “I’m hurt.”
“Turnabout’s fair play,” I said, winking.
She giggled. “Well, why don’t you come over and have some spaghetti with me? That way, you get to watch me eat so you know I’m telling the truth.”
“Should I bring over any extra meatballs for the occasion?”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and I had to hold back a groan at how beautiful she looked.
“If you’d like,” she said softly.
I knew I was being a total brat, but I didn't care.
I adored her reactions. The way she stepped closer despite being so flustered.
I reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
My fingertips brushed against her cheek just enough to feel the heat of her skin.
My groin ached for her. My hands wanted to fist every part of her body against my palms. She swallowed deeply, trying to keep herself under control.
“Be over in fifteen minutes?” she asked.
“I’ll see you in ten,” I said.