Chapter 15 ARES #2
Ares snorted. It sounded like he was whining and yeah, okay, he was, but he didn’t want Josie to get scared because of how dependent Xander was on him. He needed her to accept his loyalty, yes, but he also needed to carve out time for himself. He needed a life aside from his brother’s interests.
Determined to tell the man that, Ares parked, then marched through the front doors.
“Take them Xander. Our girl deserves some rest and she won’t sleep if you’re up having anxiety attacks all night.”
“What happened?” Ares took off his shoes, knowing it was a stupid question. Logan laid on the couch, propped up with pillows, his arm in a sling, and a boot on his foot.
Xander sat across from him, his head in his hands. Harper was kneeling on the floor, holding a glass of water and a handful of pills.
“I’ll take them as soon as you take the painkillers, you dumb fuck,” Xander said. “He took a tumble down the big hill.”
“Hi, Ares,” Harper’s tone sounded tired and stressed.
“Guess your night was as eventful as mine.”
“Four hours in the ER,” Harper said.
“The staff loved her,” Logan tried to sit up. Harper ran over and fluffed his pillows for him.
“I don’t doubt it. Xander, swallow whatever those pills are.”
“He had a full anxiety attack in the waiting room,” Harper said.
“It was hot and crowded and they wouldn’t tell me what was going on.”
“They took this guy off the hill on a stretcher,” Harper said.
“Hey! That was supposed to be between us. It’s bad enough my rep is taking a hit.”
“Your rep is fine. Your body is ageing. You gotta stop doing stupid shit,” Xander said.
“Downhill skiing is a sport,” Logan grunted.
“Yeah, for twenty-year-olds,” Xander retorted. His brother popped the pills in this mouth. “There, happy?” Xander turned his dark gaze on him.
“Thrilled,” Ares said.
“What made your evening eventful?” Xander turned his dark gaze on him.
Ares shook his head. “It can wait till the morning. Those pills are going to conk you out and you won’t absorb anything I’m saying.”
“True.” Xander gave him a glaring look that made chills rise on Ares’s neck. “We ruined your date again?”
“Brought it to an abrupt halt.”
“I’m sorry, Ares. I’m sure Josie understands,” Harper said.
Ares shrugged. “I hope so.”
But it felt like he was putting too much on Josie, expecting her to understand the demands of his life.
The responsibilities he had to his business and to his brother.
“Before the interruption, was it good?” Xander asked, his tone serious.
Ares ran his hand through his hair, shaking off his frustration. He hadn’t been sure if Xander was supportive of him and Josie, but he nodded, giving in. “Incredible.”
“Yay! Finally, Ares!” Logan stretched to give him a high five from the couch, then immediately winced.
“You deserve that girl, Ares,” Xander said.
Ares nodded, then wiped his hand over his face. “If you can handle these two, I’m going to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. There’s not much either of them can do in this state,” Harper grinned.
Ares’s mood lifted immediately. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Come get me if you have to. Night, boys.”
“Nighty night,” Logan said. “I don’t know if I can sleep down here. Why is it so white? Xander, why are you allergic to colour?”
“I know you’ve slept in worst places,” Xander said.
He left them to their banter and dragged himself upstairs. As soon as he stepped into his room, Josie’s scent filled his nostrils.
He shucked off his clothes, then stepped into the shower, the warm water exactly what he needed to keep his thoughts from spinning.
He lifted his face to the stream and closed his eyes, seeing Josie’s smile.
A picture of her in rope, looking so sexy, so gorgeous, flitted through his mind and his hand palmed his cock.
Remembering the soft, silky feel of her skin under his fingers made his cock rock hard.
All he wanted to do was to eat her pussy forever. If she was his last meal, he’d forever feel sated.
As if his taste buds craved her sweet tang, he salivated, remembering how she tasted, as he stroked his throbbing cock from base to tip.
His balls drew so tight, he leaked with pre-cum and the only thing that was in his head was her beautiful eyes as her tongue licked the underside of his shaft.
The woman had no idea of the power she held over him. There wasn’t a single thing on the planet he wouldn’t do for her.
Fuck. He couldn’t hold back anymore, he jerked himself off with one hard pull, spilling his seed over his palm.
He laid his cool forehead against the tile, panting and completely spent.
No matter what it took, he’d have Josie back in his bed. He was done with interruptions getting in his way of making this woman his.
He scrubbed off, got out of the shower, dried off, and brushed his teeth. He picked up the bottle of gel Josie had left behind. Flipped the lid up and inhaled. Yep, that fruity scent was part of her smell.
He squirted gel between his hands and messed it through his hair.
Catching sight of himself in the mirror, he made a face. “Pathetic.”
But he didn’t care. He needed Josie like he needed air, and wearing her gel chilled his storm of want and lust.
He needed to sweep this woman off her feet to show her how much he wanted her and no matter what was happening with the rest of his weird co-dependent life, he was going to find a way to show Josie how serious he was about her.