8
Maeve
I didn’t know what that was. I had no idea what just happened, but it was so fucking hot that I would do it again a thousand times over. I wasn’t a prude, but I also hadn’t been with anyone since my divorce. Licking cheese puff dust off while Christian’s fingers fucked my mouth was the most action I had gotten in years, and it was by far the most erotic thing I could have ever wanted without even asking for it.
I also was reaching the end of my 40oz and was feeling quite tipsy at this point. I felt guilty for drinking around Christian, but honestly, what happened with Tyler and his summons fucked with my brain. I didn't know how to shut off the thoughts that swirled around, so I had to drink.
Add along with the fact that I was now stuck with this bodyguard who basically finger-fucked me in my mouth…for the entire night.
When did Christian become so hot? I mean, he had always been around our group of friends, but like when did I start fantasizing about how much longer I could go without the taste of his fingers in my mouth? His fucking fingers. I couldn’t imagine what…
No. I was not imagining. Couldn’t. He was my friend, and he was being supportive. Besides, I lashed out at him earlier in the bathroom, and we hadn't addressed it yet. He admitted he was sober, while I on the other hand, was undeniably intoxicated, to the point where I could not drive a car. Let's just tally this up as another potential mistake on my already extensive list of blunders today.
“Thanks for driving me.” I slammed the door shut, heading to the guesthouse and fiddling with the handle.
“It’s locked.” I looked back at him while he stood in the darkness, only illuminated by the porch lights in the main house. His hands were shoved into his pocket, and he had a smug look on his face.
“So annoying,” I grumbled as I fished around for the keys in my bag. I sensed his presence before I felt him. He came over and swiped the keys right out of my purse. My eyes darted toward him and narrowed. “You are too.”
He laughed before he shoved the key into the lock and flicked it open. “Safety, firecracker.”
I pushed past him and noticed the mess I had begun cleaning up earlier that day.
“I only have one bedroom here. The girls usually sleep in the main house. My mom has a guest bed up there…” I secretly hoped he would stay because what if Tyler returned or somehow I got served again? Tomorrow, I would decide what to do. Today, I had no choice but to sleep this beer off.
“I’m staying here, firecracker,” he muttered before heading into the hall closet to grab an extra pillow and blanket.
I stared at him while he came back and threw them on the couch.
“How do you know where my extra linens are?” I gaped at him like he did the most domesticated thing I had ever seen him do. Instead, he just laughed.
“I’ve been here many times before, Maeve. I know where your extra stuff is.” He leaned in toward me while I stood blankly in the toy-littered room. “I know you throw the girls’ backpacks in the same closet. I know you like to keep your Diet Cokes in the bottom drawer of your fridge because that’s where they’re the coldest. I know you like wearing shirts with quotes on them. I know you prefer baggy jeans because you don’t like anything tight against your perfect handful of thighs. I know your mouth makes the most erotic moan when you eat something you have never tried before.” My mouth hung agape.
Christian simply shrugged as though he had just imparted commonplace knowledge about me, like casually remarking on my blond hair. However, his words weren't mere superficial observations that anyone could make. He had learned these truths through attentive listening and astute observation, not the obvious facts that a random cashier scanning my groceries would know about me.
“Shit.” I rubbed my hands through the bottom of my blond locks.
“Mostly, I know you annoy me with your mess and lateness, though.”
“Heyyy.” I playfully tapped him on the shoulder as he winced in sarcastic pain.
“Let’s get you in bed, firecracker.” He grabbed my hand and guided me to my room.
“Where are your pajamas?” he asked.
“I thought you knew where everything was.” My words were slurred because the beer was hitting me hard right now.
“I’ve never gone in your room, Maeve.” His voice was low and gravelly.
“You’re here now.” A thrill shivered through me. “May as well stay and finish watching the show from earlier.”