Chapter 4
Rainbow
I don’t know what the hell happened. I mean, of course, I know what happened, Tobias ate me out and made sure I loved every single second of it. Fuck, that man has a wicked tongue, and do not even get me started on those thick fingers.
My only regret is not getting a chance to see what he’s like in the dick department. Because if we are judging men by the size of their feet or hands, I reckon he is very well endowed indeed.
“Stop it,” I chastise myself, pulling my t-shirt away from my body.
I swear it’s actually getting hotter in here.
He made me come and left me wanting so much more.
I would have happily accepted whatever else he might have offered, but it was short-lived when my brother called. The instant regret that crossed his face when I realised it was Ric who was calling him, talk about a cock-block.
But still, who knew he could be so damn hot?
He’s always been hot and untouchable. Then he kissed me, and everything felt like a possibility, not just a ridiculous crush I’ve always harboured and kept hidden.
For a very brief moment, I was so close to finally feeling every solid inch of him… above me, inside me, behind me.
Oh God!
The thought of him taking me from behind fills my mind with so many possibilities—his fist wrapped around my hair, him taking me hard and fast, the palm of his hand landing on my arse cheek with a punishing slap.
I let out an audible groan and fan my face. This flat, although spacious and luxurious, is awfully stifling in this summer heat.
Making my way over to the freezer, I hunt through the drawer, desperate for one of my go-to vices—ice cream.
But of course, I come up empty-handed. Who doesn’t have at least one tub of ice cream in their freezer?
My brother, that’s who.
Resigning myself to the fact that there’s no other option, I’ll have to go and procure some. There is no way I am making it through tonight without at least a few different flavours to keep me company.
I grab my purse and then look down at myself, thinking better of my current attire. Going to the spare room, I pull on a pair of jean shorts and, begrudgingly, a bra under my oversized t-shirt before slipping on a pair of flip-flops.
Outside, I’m instantly hit by a wave of intense, uncomfortable, muggy heat. If I thought it was hot inside, it’s positively melting out here.
As luxurious as these apartments are, air conditioning isn’t something even these can facilitate. Which is probably fine for the most part. After all, this is English weather we’re talking about, but that being said, the heat here hits on a whole other level.
Needless to say, wherever I end up renting, the best I can hope for is a top-of-the-range fan as a housewarming gift that maybe Ric will get me.
I’m guessing that will not be happening anytime soon.
I have a small amount saved towards a deposit, and I know my dad would help me if I asked, but my mum would never let me live it down.
I still can’t believe her and my dad ever had a thing, even if only fleeting. They are so vastly different.
And yet they both love me, so they can’t be all that different.
I take a slow walk to the local express supermarket and people-watch as I go. There are a lot of people milling about, either heading straight out of work or meeting up with friends. It’s the perfect weather for it, too.
Inside, I grab a basket. Thankfully, the supermarket is cool, so I make the most of the reprieve.
It takes me way longer than it should to choose which flavours to get.
After staring into the glass window of the chest freezer for what is likely a socially unacceptable amount of time, I end up grabbing three tubs.
Strawberry, frosty vanilla, and, of course, mint chocolate chip.
I want to say that is all I intend to buy, but that would be a lie. It’s Friday night, so I think I’ll splurge. Making my way to the wine aisle, I grab a bottle of Summer Berries Rosé, which is affordable and yet cheerful.
There’s a huge bag of nachos with my name on them that I put in my basket, and then when I spot the popping candy, I grab a handful of packets, because why the hell not? Oh, the joys of being an unsupervised adult.
My arms ache by the time I get back, and it takes me a minute to find the key fob to get back into the apartment building. My t-shirt is sticking to me like a second skin, and my shorts are chaffing my inner thighs.
Upon entering the lift, I place my bags down, stretch out my cramped fingers, and stare at my reflection. My cheeks are red and my hair is slightly frazzled but thank goodness for the messy bun.
I tug at my t-shirt, grateful that I actually had the foresight to put on a bra because under-boob sweat is bad enough while wearing one.
Stepping out of the lift, I head towards my brother’s apartment and place a bag down to dig around one-handed in my purse.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan out loud, and the urge to stomp my foot is real.
I grabbed the fob, but not the front door key, of course.
Because I’m flaky like that.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“Bow?”
I jump, dropping the other shopping bag I was holding, my heart racing.
At least it wasn’t the one with the wine.
My brother’s laughter echoes in the expanse of the hallway, and that’s when I remember his ring cam.
“You scared the shit out of me, Eric.”
I reach down and grab the tub of ice cream that’s rolled onto the plush carpet.
“Sorry,” he says, his voice betraying his remorse. “Why are you loitering outside my front door?”
I sigh and look up at the camera, my cheeks heating even more.
“I forgot my key,” I reply reluctantly, but there’s no use lying, he knows what I’m like.
He chuckles. “Just go up to apartment nineteen on the next floor and grab the spare from Tobias.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek, not too keen on the idea of Tobias seeing me after he ate me out and walked away. There’s also the fact that I’m a hot and sweaty mess, but the alternative of my ice cream melting is incentive enough.
“Okay.” My voice comes out hoarse.
“I have to go, I have a meeting. Love you,” he says.
“Love you too,” I reply. It takes me a few minutes to pull myself together enough to grab my bags, straighten my shoulders, and return to the lift.
“Just knock, ask for the key. Simple,” I mutter to myself.
I struggle to press the button for the lift, as the bags in my hands make it awkward, but I manage to jab it with my thumb. My stomach lurches as it goes up a floor, but I don’t think it’s anything to do with the movement and everything to do with my nerves.
Blowing out a breath, I step out into an identical hallway, and wonder if his apartment is a carbon copy of my brother’s. Not that it’s not lovely, I’m just not one for copy and paste. I’ve always been a little more eccentric, much like my mum in that way.
My arms begin to ache again from the weight of the bags I’m holding.
I place them by my feet and reach out, my hand shaking as I ring the bell.
I keep my gaze cast down, staring at the floor as I wait.
My stomach is a hive of nerves. Part of me wonders if he’s out, it is, after all, a Friday night.
And a small part of me is relieved, which I know is counterproductive considering the situation.
Sighing, I grab the bags off the floor and return to the lift, swapping them between my hands, like that will even out the weight. The doors slide open, and I go to step inside, almost walking straight into Tobias as he looks up from his phone.
But my eyes are raking over his tanned body, taking in the fact that he’s only in a pair of shorts, and a sheen of sweat coating his bare chest.
He clears his throat, and my eyes meet his. He raises an eyebrow, steps toward me, causing me to take a step back.
“You were at my flat?” he asks, looking down at me. Even though the hallway is more than spacious, it now seems extremely small.
I clear my throat. “I got locked out.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth and then nods towards his door, and starts in the direction. I follow, trying in vain not to check out his arse, but fuck me if it isn’t a fine arse indeed.
It’s official, I’m a pervert.
He opens his door. “Come in,” he says, waving his hand and stepping aside.
The urge to tell him I’ll wait out here is on the tip of my tongue, but being in his natural habitat has piqued my curiosity.
I take a deep breath, his masculine scent engulfing me, and even though he’s clearly worked up a sweat from what I presume was the gym, I’m not in any way deterred.
Because fuck me if it doesn’t have my lady parts tingling all over again.