Chapter 13 - June #2
“I saw the bottle on your nightstand after you told me about the intruder, so I assumed you would.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Do you take them every night?”
“No, but I think I’ll take another one tonight. Seeing Kevin today freaked me out, and I know my brain will twist that up and torment me in my sleep.”
He steps closer and gives my shoulder a supportive rub.
“Do whatever helps you get a good night’s rest, but you don’t need to worry about Kevin. I’ll never let him or anyone else hurt you.”
I smile. “I know. You’re my hero.”
His gaze pins me, but he doesn’t respond right away. His rub becomes a gentle glide up the side of my neck, and he sweeps his thumb along my jaw.
“A hero gets rewarded,” he says in a low voice. “If I’m yours, what’s my reward, sweetheart?”
Combined with his touch and the interest in his hazel eyes, his question makes my pulse tick faster. This feels like we’re stepping into dangerous territory. I bite my lips together, uncertain how to answer.
“I don’t—what do you want?”
His gaze dips to my mouth. He doesn’t answer, but he slips his hand into my hair and tugs it until my face is turned up to his. My heart races as he holds my gaze captive, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.
He lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine. I don’t pull away like I should. I can’t. My brain is struggling so hard to process this moment, it short circuits.
Encouraged by my lack of resistance, Malcolm hooks his arm around me and pulls me closer, then presses his lips firmly to mine. He slants his head and slides his tongue along the seam of my lips. I surprise myself that I part them for him.
Malcolm slides his tongue into my mouth, deepening our incredibly inappropriate kiss. Warmth floods my body and my heart is drumming so hard, it drowns out the moral voice yelling that this is wrong and I should stop it.
I curl my fingers into his shirt and return his kiss. He groans into my mouth and devours me like he’s been desperate to do it for ages. I’m so overwhelmed, I can’t do anything else but submit and let him take from me. Claim his reward.
He walks me backward and presses me against the nearest wall, caressing and squeezing my waist and hips.
Then he breaks the kiss, his lips scorching a path along my jaw and down my neck.
I let out a soft whimper, between my legs becoming slick and aching for more than a kiss.
That’s when I know things have really gone too far.
I break our kiss and jerk away from him, my body burning with lust and shame. We’re breathing hard as we stare at each other. Silence has never been so loud. It’s so heavy too, like a weighted blanket smothering us.
My dad’s best friend kissed me and I liked it.
The words go round and round in my head, louder every loop. I’m desperate to escape the sordid truth. I back away, then turn and flee the room.
* * *
It was the wine.
That’s why Malcolm kissed me tonight.
When I first showed him the bottle, he told me he wasn’t much of a drinker. He made an exception tonight for our small celebration.
The wine wasn’t that strong, but his tolerance might be low. The alcohol probably got to his head and pushed him to do something he normally wouldn’t.
He looked sober.
I was too when I kissed him back.
My mind replays the kiss and I close my eyes on a groan, fighting against the memory. It’s winning. Between my legs clench as I relive the moment Malcolm pressed me against the wall and kissed me harder.
On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that I kissed my dad’s best friend with tongue? Especially if he’s been more than that all my life?
A scale doesn’t matter. We shared an intimate moment and it was wrong. It was extra wrong because it felt good. Amazing. The hottest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
I cover my warm face with my hands. This is bad. We’re living together now! How are we going to face each other in the morning? Do we pretend like it didn’t happen, or do we address it? Either way, we definitely can’t do anything like that ever again.
I flop backward onto my pillow. The kiss might be long over, but my body still remembers it. I want to push my hand into my shorts and touch myself. Relieve the ache. But making out with a forbidden man caused this feeling. Satisfying it seems twice as wrong as its creation.
No, I’ll distract myself instead. I pick up my tablet and lose myself in an endless stream of silly videos. When I’m bored of the mindless content, I open a colouring app and get to work on a parrot in a tree.
Eventually, my eyes grow too heavy to continue with the game. I set my tablet aside, then open my bedside table and get out my sleeping pills.
I shake the bottle into my palm and half a pill flops out. Another downside to these pills is that it’s hard to wake up when I take one, which isn’t ideal in case of an emergency.
Penny was freaked out once when I slept through a fire alarm that woke up the whole building. Sometimes I break them in two when I don’t want to go that deep in sleep.
After a brief, inner debate, I settle with the half. I’m not as shook up as I was last night, but I still want to avoid potential scary dreams. I swallow it down with a sip from my glass of water.
I close my eyes and lie still. Soon, sleep comes for me, only to ferry me into another sex dream. Everything feels so real again. Something firm and slippery slides over my pussy. A tongue. Licking me, squirming into me, fucking me as a warm breath gusts over my skin.
“Oh…” I moan as he laps my clit while he sucks it. I know it’s a man because of his low groans as he tastes me.
“Mm… I couldn’t wait to taste your sweet pussy again…”
That was Malcolm’s voice.
This is disturbing. I’m having another dirty dream about him, and this time, he’s eating my pussy.
Wait… how am I aware that I’m dreaming?
Is this really a dream?
The fog clears, but the realness of the dream persists, growing stronger as reality fades in. My eyes drift open, and I’m disoriented for a moment, staring up at my ceiling that’s gently lit by my bedside lamp.
Then the too-real sensation of a mouth on my pussy while fingers ease into me makes me fully alert.
I stiffen and jerk upright.
And to my utter disbelief, I meet Malcolm’s gaze between my spread thighs.