6. Jeremiah
Chapter 6
Jeremiah
F uck, she smells good. It's taking everything in me to keep my dick from tenting in my pants like a schoolboy. Ryan would kill me if he knew the thoughts I had about his sister. Then and now. I need to find a way to pitch this vacation to them so I can get a chance to know Amberlee all over again. I need to know if she feels this, whatever this is between us, before I speak to Ryan. I'd hate to ruin our friendship. Ryan has been there with me through everything and if there's not a chance of us being together, I don’t want to mention my attraction to Amberlee to him.
Sucking it up, I decide to throw caution to the wind. Before I talk to Ryan I need to get some time alone with Amberlee to put everything on the table. We're almost back at the house. If he isn't sure, then I'll have to play dirty and bring it up in front of Maddy and the kids. Those three are always down for a vacation and who can say no to them? One is pregnant and the other two are the fucking cutest kids ever.
“So, I was thinking—” I start, but Ryan, being Ryan, has a quick comeback and I notice Amberlee glance over at me once again. She's done that a few times; I only know because I’ve been sneaking glances and caught her.
“Don't hurt yourself. I know how hard that is for you,” Ryan laughs like he thinks it’s hilarious.
“You're a damn comedian, Ryan.” I pause, wondering if this is a mistake. Maybe I should just let it go and silently deal with how I feel about Amberlee. Once the twins are born, she’ll be in her own place, and I won’t run into her every time I come over.
No, I need to do this.
“Seriously though. We have that four-day coming up in two weeks, and I thought it would be good for a vacation. It'll be a getaway before the twins get here, before Amberlee starts her job and it'll be right before the end of summer. What do you think?”
Amberlee's eyes go wide, and I already know she's going to try to find a way to not go. But damn if I will let her. She’s going.
“It sounds good to me. But you know Maddy will be the deciding factor; it depends on how she's feeling,” Ryan says as he taps on the dashboard with his fingers along to the beat of the music. He took control of the radio, stating it was the job of the individual riding shotgun.
“Both of you should definitely go and take your families. I'm good here,” she says, her eyes darting around as she glances at anything but me.
“Really, Amberlee? You're my sister. The very definition of family, there's no way we'd go and leave you here. It would be a great way to spend time with your nephew.”
I give a mental high five to Ryan. That's my boy, you tell her. Little does he know he may regret it in the long run. When I finally spend time with Amberlee on this trip and tell her how I feel—how I’ve felt for years—and she reciprocates, he may hate me forever. There are two things you don't do; break guy code and make a play for his sister. Ryan is firm on both things.
“No, really, I'll be fine,” she pleads with him.
“Hmmm, Ryan, I guess we'll just have to let RJ and Maddy know she plans to stay behind.”
He turns to look at me, a smile growing on his face, knowing we've won. Well, that is, if Maddy says yes.
The rest of the ride is quiet.
We dropped the items off at the storage unit Ryan rented for Amberlee and then came back to get her car so we could drop the moving truck and trailer off at the station. Amberlee doesn’t talk the whole time, she just turns up the music, and it doesn't go down until we pull back into the driveway.
She barely puts the car in park before she opens her door and jumps out, rushing inside. Does she hate being around me? Do I unnerve her? Could I be right and she’s acting like this because she’s fighting her attraction to me? Fuck women are difficult. There needs to be a manual to understand what they’re thinking.
I’m hoping it’s the latter.
My mind drifts back to the moment she first caught a glimpse of me staring at her. Her eyes went wide just as she lost her footing and stumbled down the steps. I caught her before she hit the sidewalk and my heart raced with how she looked at me. The slight gasp that escaped her lips and the way her pupils dilated. She gently bit her lip as she looked away, allowing my arms to trail down her back, enticing me more. The desire to kiss her was overwhelming. Those perfect lips begged to be taken, and it took everything in me to fight the urge, knowing Ryan was nearby. You better bet, though, the next opportunity I get, I'm doing it.
“She's in a hurry.” I try to make light of the situation as Ryan gets out of the car, pulling the seat forward so I can get out. This car is not made for tall people. I need to have a good stretch after being crunched up in the back seat for the last twenty-five minutes. Instead of all of us going into the grocery store, Amberlee insisted on going in alone after getting everyone's favorite flavor of ice cream.
“Guess so. Let's get inside. I'm starving,” he says, as he heads for the porch, and I fall in step behind him.
True to her word, Maddy has food waiting for us. Ryan had let her know when we were on our way back, so when we step inside, a huge bowl of pasta is sitting on the table, along with salad and garlic bread. My mouth waters at the sight. I've learned how to cook over the last seven years, and I’m okay, but my skills are nothing like what Maddy can do. Hell, she can turn peanut butter and crackers into a gourmet meal.
“Wash your hands and take a seat,” Maddy orders, and we both listen. I head to the kitchen sink and Ryan takes off down the hallway, no doubt to the bathroom in his bedroom. Looking around, I don't see Amberlee anywhere in sight.
“She went to use the bathroom. She'll be right back,” Maddy whispers from behind me.
“No, um, I was just wondering—”
“Yeah, I know what you’re doing. How that husband of mine doesn't see it astounds me. You need to tell him soon because if he finds out another way, he'll kill you. And I really don't want to raise three kids all on my own.”
“Is it that obvious?” I turn around, leaning back against the sink. Fuck me. If Maddy knows, does Ryan? Is he just not saying anything, waiting for me to come to him?
“Honestly, I don't know which one of y’all is worse, you or her. But my husband? He’s clueless. Now get out to the table. These babies want to eat.”
Pushing off the counter, I head over and wrap my arms around her, hugging her, but not too tight.
“Thank you, for not telling him.”
Letting go, I take her arm in mine and escort her back to the dining room. The kids are already in their seats and Amberlee has placed herself right in the middle of them. Clever maneuver on her part. I will remember this for future dinners.
I lead Maddy to the head of the table and take a seat across from Angel. Ryan comes jogging into the dining room, now sporting a clean shirt and shorts and wet hair. “Sorry guys, I needed a quick shower,” he apologizes.
“Let's eat!” RJ cries out and we all burst out laughing.
Ryan looks over at me and winks before a devilish grin crosses his face.
“Hey baby, Jeremiah had an amazing idea.”
“My daddy did?” my sweet angel asks.
“That's it, Ryan Michaels, you are a bad influence on my sweet, precious daughter. You have her thinking I can’t come up with a good idea.”
A look of shock and disbelief flashes on his face. Almost like I've scorned his good name.
“What was this amazing idea of yours, Jeremiah?” I'm thankful that Maddy is trying to steer this conversation back to my brilliant plan.
“So, we have a four-day in a couple of weeks, and I was thinking it would be a perfect time for a joint family trip. Call it an end of summer, I'm about to have twins, and congrats on the new job trip.”
She just sits there, and I begin to get worried I’ll have to pull out the big guns to help me; the kids. But just when I am about to reel them in, she speaks up.
“Sounds fun. Where do we want to go? I can get us a timeshare down at the beach or if we want to go to the mountains, I can check there.”
I don't have to think. “Beach.” Just the thought of seeing Amberlee in a bikini has me wanting to rush home and rub one out.
“Yes, the beach!” both kids squeal at the same time.
“Okay, I'll go ahead and look at the hotels and see what we can get. I'll see if we can get a suite. If not, I'll ask for three rooms near each other.”
I know Amberlee will spend the next two weeks trying to weasel out of this trip, but there's no way in hell I'm going to let her. She doesn't speak much throughout dinner and barely eats anything. Once she's done, she gives some apologies about not feeling well and heads down the hallway toward her room in the house, not her apartment.
She doesn't come out the rest of the time I'm there, and once we're done eating, I help clean up and we leave.
I had to take a cold shower when I got home. I was so worked up from seeing her. It took all my energy not to take hold of my cock and jerk off, like I’ve done so many lonely nights. Only then I had a picture, an image of what Ryan would show me, but now I have her. The way she looked the day we helped her move in will forever be burned into my brain.
Lying in my bed, all I can think about is her. How good she felt in my arms. Her plump lips and how badly I wanted to taste them, to see if the shine was from her favorite cherry lip gloss I remember her always carrying around. It's crazy. It’s been seven years and I can still remember the lip gloss she was wearing back then.
Reaching over, I open the top drawer of the nightstand and pull out my lube. I slide my pajama pants off, exposing my very hard cock, and squirt a little of the lubricant in my hand. Gripping it, I slowly stroke up and down, spreading it along my shaft, a soft moan escaping my lips as I do.
I've been fighting this hard-on all day. I couldn't fight it any longer by the time I came home. Any time my thoughts drift to her; it stands at attention. Just as rigid as we are in formations.
I let my head fall back against the headboard, closing my eyes as I imagine my hand is now her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobs up and down my shaft as her moans vibrate against it, her plump ass swaying in the air.
My vision is so hot, my cock is desperate for a release. My balls begin to tighten and it feels like electricity flickers across my skin. I know it won't be long before I come, but I don't want to. Not yet, anyway. I slow the pace of my hand, and each time I make it to the head of my cock, I grip a little tighter, giving a little squeeze. The brief moment of pain is exhilarating.
One day, she's going to be beneath me as I thrust in and out of her, filling her with my seed—hoping that one of them will be the lucky winner. I want to see her belly round and swollen with my baby. Then, just maybe, twins will be in our future too. A boy who looks like me and a beautiful girl identical to her.
The thought is all I need to increase the speed, pumping up and down my shaft until my orgasm hits. Ropes of hot cum shoot out, coating my hand and stomach. My hand keeps moving, unfazed. I want to ride out this moment of pleasure for as long as I can.
I don't stop until I've emptied everything inside of me, and my cock goes limp. Beads of sweat line my brow and I blow out a labored breath.
Fuck, I can only imagine how good it'll be when I finally have her for real. Her hot pussy clamping down on me as I fuck her.
And just like that, I'm hard again. I don't bother with lube this time, instead I use my cum.