Chapter 16 Neil #4
“Come here.” I patted my knee invitingly.
She raised her eyes up from her plate and looked hesitantly at me, thinking it over.
“Come on, Tinkerbell. You know I hate to wait,” I chided her, and she got slowly to her feet, dabbing her lips with a paper towel.
She walked around the kitchen island and perched on my leg.
Automatically, I rested a hand on her exposed thigh and kissed her neck, feeling her quiver against me.
Like always, she smelled of coconut. I held still and breathed in her smell, trying to banish all the dark thoughts from my head.
“Eggs are fine, but I’d rather have my breakfast between your legs,” I said in a seductive whisper as I felt her move against my thigh, wriggling.
“You should…” She swallowed and cleared her throat, trying to maintain some composure. Oh, did she think I was joking?
“Yeah, I really should, Babygirl…” I grabbed her hips abruptly and sat her down on the kitchen island.
She let out a surprised gasp. I swept the plates off the island and urged her to lie back.
I didn’t give her any time to process what was happening before I’d flung up her sweatshirt and yanked down her panties.
She let out a little excited cry when I threw them onto the floor behind us.
I slipped my head between her thighs and began licking her little by little, just as I had fantasized about before.
She arched her back and pressed her knees together to hold me more tightly against her.
I found her already slick and puffy. Babygirl was just as turned on as I was.
I focused on winding her up, circling her clit with my tongue before moving down to ratchet up the shocking sensations that had her trembling uncontrollably.
She moaned my name repeatedly, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure.
She clung to me like we were one being.
I was her drug.
I could make her come undone, despite all her prudishness.
And knowing that made me feel like one smug bastard.
Perhaps there were important words that she would have rather heard from me, but I wouldn’t have been me if I could have given them to her.
Physicality was the only medium I could use to communicate, and my desire for her was the only certainty I could offer.
I fixed the fly of my jeans where my erection had begun to pulse with yearning to simply get on with it already, but my goal with this was to take her over the edge without demanding anything from her in return.
I paused for a moment to nibble on her inner thigh and glanced up at her through my lashes.
Selene was breathless, cheeks red, and mouth open. Her breasts rose and fell convulsively with the rhythm of her breath. She groaned in irritation and squeezed her knees together, urging me to pick up where I’d left off.
I smirked as I went back to tormenting her until someone banged on the door.
Abruptly, I raised myself up and whipped my head around to see who the idiot with the shitty timing was.
“Oh God!” Selene muttered, leaping off the kitchen island.
She pulled down the sweatshirt to cover herself before clutching me, apparently experiencing a moment of lightheadedness.
Before I even had the chance to figure out who the interloper was—and punch him in the face—the door swung open.
Logan, wearing a huge, oblivious grin, walked in with a tray in his hands.
He stopped abruptly when he registered the state of the kitchen—and of us.
“What the fuck…”
“Are we doing?” I finished for him. Logan stared down at the eggs all over the floor and the puddle of juice, which had spread out considerably next to it. Selene, meanwhile, was red with embarrassment as she clung to my sweater.
“‘What happened’ is what I was going to say,” my brother said, looking first at Babygirl, wearing just my wrinkled sweatshirt, and then at me. He lingered briefly on the crotch of my pants, and I knew he had to be seeing my hard-on. There was no hiding it, really.
I gave him a cheerful grin, and he cocked an eyebrow back at me.
“You were clearly…uh…” he mumbled, trying not to laugh.
“Having breakfast,” Selene supplied, clearing her throat loudly.
Logan obviously knew exactly what we’d been doing, and he knew me well enough that the truth wouldn’t be surprising or embarrassing.
But I respected Selene and her sense of modesty.
She would have been extremely uncomfortable if I’d started joking around with Logan about what we’d gotten up to.
“Sure. Of course. And I see you did not like the eggs…” He chuckled, jerking his chin at the mess. Selene tucked a bit of hair behind her ears while I just rakishly licked my lower lip, still savoring the taste of her.
“No! I mean…the…uh…” Tinkerbell had no idea what to say. Her cheeks were burning; it made me soften toward her. Instinctively, I sat down on a stool and pulled her onto my lap.
“I wanted something else for breakfast.” I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer reassuringly. She looked over her shoulder at me, and I smiled to let her know everything was okay.
“Okay…” Logan said, adopting an expression of total indifference. “Anyway, Selene, someone had Miss Anna fix this up for you.” He put the tray down on the kitchen island and lifted the colorful lid to show Babygirl what was underneath.
Her eyes went wide, and she leaned in to get a closer look.
“But…that’s toast with cherry jam,” she said softly.
Immediately, she turned to look at me. I’d let her have her fun in the kitchen, but I’d known full well that she wasn’t going to want those eggs either.
“You did this, didn’t you?” Her gaze moved to my lips and lingered there for a few moments.
“Maybe…” I shrugged. She stared at me with shocked adoration.
“Whoa, tigers. I’m right here, remember?
Try to keep your lusts at bay,” Logan cut in before I could give her another one of my breathtaking kisses.
Selene shook herself and stood up, catching sight of something on the floor near Logan.
The blood drained from her face as she crouched down to scoop up her torn panties, which she immediately hid behind her back.
Once again, I had to hold back my laughter.
“Thank you so much, Logan, and…uh… Please thank Miss Anna for me as well. I’m just going to go get dressed.
I…I’ll be right back,” she said clumsily, fleeing into the bedroom.
I took the opportunity to scope out her ass again, and the realization that she’d been sitting on my lap with no panties on was terribly thrilling.
I could have slid my hand between her legs and finished what I’d started, but instead…
“You and I need to talk,” Logan said, giving me a disappointed look. Naturally, my every erotic fantasy evaporated in the face of my brother’s scowl.
“About what?” I asked flatly.
“You know I think it’s great that you’ve been seeing Selene exclusively.
Chloe and I both support this relationship of yours, even if the rest of the family doesn’t.
I’ll always support you, Neil. But you can’t just keep her trapped in the bedroom all the time.
I’d like to hang out with her, and our friends want to see her too.
The gang’s been asking about her ever since they found out she’s in town, and they want to know why she never comes out with us,” he said chidingly.
Ever since he became single again, Logan had been going out every night to various clubs and bars with his group of friends.
It wasn’t the first time he’d asked me to share Selene with him and the others, but I’d never agreed to it.
My time with Babygirl was limited; I couldn’t afford to waste it.
“She’s here for me,” I said roughly, like the overbearing asshole I was. I had no right to keep her isolated from the world, but she’d be back to her normal life soon enough when I left her.
For now, she had to stay with me.
“And that makes it right? You could go with her, you know. Let’s all go out together. Are you really so selfish that you’re fine with keeping her locked up in here like your sex slave?” he scolded me darkly.
“That’s not how it is. We have conversations and—” I attempted to defend myself, but Logan spoke over me.
“Oh yeah, totally. I bet you even let her have a break when she’s on her period if she asks. You’re a real prince, Neil,” he said with pointed sarcasm. I fumed at him, a look of annoyance on my face, but he just shook his head.
“She’s so crazy about you that even the landscaping can tell.
” He gestured at the view out the window as if to illustrate his point.
“And, meanwhile, what are you doing? Have you even told her about the internship yet?” he demanded.
My prolonged silence and indifferent posture gave him all the answers he needed.
“For fuck’s sake, Neil!” he blurted out.
“Don’t yell,” I said menacingly, getting to my feet. Logan, however, was one of the few people who wasn’t scared when I tried to use my size to intimidate him.
He knew that, no matter what he said or did, I was never going to lay a finger on him.
“You’re making a mistake. She needs to know that all of this is just a…
last hurrah before you go. You don’t have to tell her about her mother if you don’t want them to fight, but she deserves to know about the rest of it.
” He waved his hands through the air, tired of saying the same thing to me over and over, as he’d been doing for the last month.
I rubbed my face in frustration and turned away, looking instead at the mess I’d made tossing my breakfast all over the floor.
“Not once in my life have I ever focused exclusively on just one woman. I’ve never wanted to share my space with someone else,” I admitted, thinking about how nice it was that Selene just liked being with me and liked taking care of me even more.
In the evenings, she ordered my favorites for dinner and made sure I ate.
In the mornings, she attempted breakfasts, and at night she comforted me when I was unsettled by another nightmare about Kim.
When I got mad and went off on her because of my mood swings, she knew no resentment or anger; even after the most heated argument, she’d come running into my arms the moment I asked.
“I know,” Logan murmured behind my back. “And you know it’s going to break her heart, but you’re going on ahead anyway,” he scolded me. I turned to see the sadness creeping over his face.
“She asked to be with me,” I said defensively.
“Neil, we both know you’re smarter than that. Selene didn’t sign up to be with you for just a few weeks while you fuck her all you want and let her think she’s your girlfriend,” he answered shortly. Described in those words, the whole thing made me sound like a son of a bitch.
“She’s knows that she’s not my girlfriend.
That there is no fucking relationship,” I corrected him before glancing at the closed bedroom door to make sure Selene wasn’t about to rejoin us.
“I never promised her anything, never declared any nonexistent feelings. You know what I’m like,” I pressed, stepping toward him.
“No, Neil. I don’t. Not anymore. I would have said you weren’t a liar.” He gave me a disappointed look, his jaw tight.
“I’m not lying to her. I just held back one detail,” I snapped back.
“You’re hiding an important part of your future. If you start working in Chicago, you’re not going to come back here. Have you actually thought about that? Plus, you’ll be sharing an apartment with another woman,” he went on, and I grimaced.
“What is wrong with you?” I dragged a hand over my face. “I have zero interest in Megan, and I never fucking will. That would be completely out of bounds.” I shook my head, disturbed at just the thought of the two of us in bed together.
To me, she would always be that little girl in the basement. I hadn’t touched her when I was ten years old, and I wasn’t going to touch her now at twenty-five.
“You don’t know what might happen. You’re going to be living together, and whether you want to or not, you’ll be spending a lot of time with her.”
“That doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with her,” I said confidently. Megan was a beautiful woman, compelling and sexy, but I’d never go there, no matter what she tried.
I had always been stronger than her and her games.
Logan would undoubtedly see that for himself soon, and then he’d apologize to me for insinuating something so insane.
“We’ll see,” he said challengingly before looking away thoughtfully. “As far as Selene goes…try to act like a man. Not just someone who wants to fuck her.” With that said, he started to leave, shoulder-checking me on his way to the door.