Chapter Four
ChapterFour
Elissa
The next few days flew by in a blur of steamy, passionate sex. I don’t think Brandt or I left my bedroom for longer than ten minutes, and that was just to pick up takeout at the door. Brandt didn’t even have a change of clothes on him, so we stayed naked the whole time. The days were spent fucking on every surface, snuggling and watching movies on my computer, and consuming our calories in bed. The nights were spent with our bodies intertwined in various positions, sweating and panting, and cleaning up in the shower.
As Sunday afternoon finally rolls around, Brandt clambers out of bed after another salacious round and shuffles around the room, collecting his articles of clothing. All the muscles in my body ache from the three-day sex binge. They’re fatigued and in serious need of recuperation and rest, but I don’t want Brandt to leave. What is wrong with me?
Brandt is bouncing on his feet, tugging his jeans over his massive thighs, and the metal zipper grinds as he zips up. I shimmy out of bed, pulling the silky white sheet with me and wrapping it around my swollen, sore chest. I kick the sheet around until it falls behind me and saunter over to Brandt, my hand resting on his shirtless pec. My nails rake along his chest as I rise to my toes to kiss his soft, plump lips. His beard scratches against my jaw and I giggle like a schoolgirl.
His brows raise, questioning why I’m laughing. My finger traces along his strong jawline, scrubbing into his thick, bristly stubble.
“It’s scratchy. Someone needs to shave.” I place a kiss on the corner of his jaw, and I feel it clench underneath.
He grabs my wrists from his chest, lowers them, and gently pushes me away.
“You need to stop, or I won’t be able to leave.”
“Thus fulfilling my plan,” I reply, a small, sly smile sparking on my lips as they roll between my teeth. Brandt drops my hands, and he tugs his black t-shirt over his head, ruffling his hair. My hand reaches out and runs through his wavy golden hair, brushing back the locks that have fallen over his face. “Are you coming back later?” I ask. He gives me a strange look, one that I can’t quite describe — almost pained, maybe?
“No,” he breathes out. “Since we have to go into the office tomorrow, I was thinking of spending tonight at home and catching up on some things before tomorrow.”
My heart deflates, wondering how, in the span of a week, I’ve become so reliant on being beside him. “But tell you what,” he continues. “I’ll pack a bag.” He leans his head in to place a kiss on my lips. “And I’ll come stay the night after work.” His lips brush against mine again as he says this, and a warm shiver rolls up my spine. His lips linger against mine, waiting for an answer. I feel his lips twist into a smile as I nod, my nose dragging against his.
His arms slip around my waist, and he pulls me into a tight embrace as his lips press into mine. The kiss starts off soft and gentle, but quickly turns heated as his tongue lashes across my lips. My mouth opens and his tongue plunges in, licking every corner of my mouth. I moan into his lips, and he growls back as I feel the pressure growing in his pants. He breaks the kiss and steps back.
“Time for me to go, or I won’t be leaving,” he chuckles. “See you tomorrow, Eli. Good night.” He turns and leaves me standing in the middle of my room, naked and wrapped in a sheet, and a heated wanting between my legs. Needing to find relief, I pull out my favourite purple clit-sucking toy, although it’s not nearly as satisfying as having Brandt do it.
I’ve finally managed to put on my plush, grey housecoat and pad out to the kitchen in search of sustenance. The dishes clatter as I grab a bowl, spoon, and a box of cereal and place them on the counter. I open the fridge to grab the milk, closing the door with my heel. I pour the cereal into my bowl, but some sugary squares fall onto the counter. I pick them up and shove them into my mouth as I pour milk over my cereal.
I make my way back to my room, prop up my pillows and crawl into bed. The cereal is crunching between my teeth when a tiny figure appears in my doorway. Riley’s face wrinkles and she grimaces as she comes into my room.
“Holy fuck, it smells like a brothel in here.”
I laugh out loud, and hard.
“Good. That means we did something right,” I reply.
“You need to change your sheets and grab an air freshener because it is disgusting in here.” Riley’s eyes scan my room with disgust as her nose wrinkles and her lips pucker. I stifle the laugh bubbling in my throat.
“Are you sure it’s not just the pregnancy hormones that are heightening your sense of smell?”
Riley’s eyes flit to mine, her brows furrowing.
“What do you mean?”
“Uh, have you not done any reading? Pregnancy hormones generally heighten your senses, particularly smell.” Her head bobs slowly, and I can see the wheels turning in her head before she shakes it.
“Yeah, this is not a pregnancy thing. This is ‘you’re a disgusting sex addict and need to clean and sanitize your room’ thing.”
I can’t contain my laughter any longer. I throw my head back, and Riley gives me a look that says I have three heads. I can’t help this feeling, I’m just joyful. For maybe the first time in my life, I feel at peace. And I know it comes at a weird time, seeing as my father has passed, but…I don’t know. I’m light and airy. Maybe my head is just foggy from all the sex.
“So, any word on your father’s funeral arrangements?” Riley asks, abruptly careening me back down to earth and shattering my good mood. I groan, gritting my teeth.
“No idea what’s going on with that. I’m assuming my mother will reach out when I need to show up.” Riley’s cautious glance flicks over me as she sucks on her bottom lip. “What? Just say it.”
A hard swallow rolls in her throat. “It’s just…when do you find out about the will? Since you have access to your trust fund and have no reason to be cut off anymore now that your father’s gone, are you planning on staying with the company?”
I sigh. Riley asks a great question, but one I’m not totally prepared to answer at this moment. I shrug noncommittally, giving her a nondescript answer. Her feet drag along my floor as she steps further into my room, and her hair flies around her as she flops onto her back on my bed. A smile twists on my lips when I see her face contort. A wave of disgust washes over her, nose twitching and face going pale when she realizes that she’s just laid down on the stinky, sex-tainted sheets.
Riley springs to her feet, dancing around, wiping herself off like she just found a spider crawling on her. Another hearty laugh bubbles forth from me. Tears sting my eyes as I watch her prance around, shaking off the creeps, and I swipe at a stray tear rolling down my cheekbone. Riley finally stops dancing, stomps her feet, and shakes out her hair. “Well, I’m going to shower, now that I’m covered in your sex filth.” She turns and skitters out of my room, slamming the door behind her. Milk dribbles from my mouth as I giggle, spilling down my chin and onto my cushy robe.
I place my empty bowl on my nightstand, the spoon clattering in the bowl, and slouch out of bed. I dig my fingers under the mattress and tug the corners of the sheets out, rolling them into a ball as I pull, and toss them into the corner of my room. They flutter to the ground in a pile, like a heap of snow. After I finish making my bed all fresh and new, I take the sweaty, cum-stained sheets and blankets straight to the washing machine at the end of the hallway near the foyer.
When I return to my room, I jump, startled by Riley laying on her stomach on my freshly made bed, flipping through a magazine. Her legs are crossed behind her, swaying. Her eyes are dull and a ghost of sadness floats in them. I study her, taking in her small, fragile body, a body swelling with a new human life, so soon after being hospitalized for malnutrition. My insides curdle as I fret over how this pregnancy is going to affect her eating disorder struggles. Riley is one of the strongest people I know, but even the strongest people have an Achilles heel. I sigh, my head dips, and a soft smile sprawls across my face. I skip over to where Riley is laying and jump onto the bed beside her, snuggling into her side.