Chapter 5
The sun shines through the windows as I walk down the hallway into the kitchen. I can hear the dishes clanging on the stovetop as I assume Drew’s cooking, but I’m trying to figure out why.
Rounding the corner, I’m stilled as I watch her in my kitchen, in nothing but the shirt I wore to the bar last night. She’s humming to herself as she sways, and I can’t help but watch her.
Jumping as she turns, finally sees me standing there.
“How long have you been there?”
“Just a minute.” I shrug. “What are you doing?”
“I was hungry.” She laughs, shrugging over to the breakfast she’s making. “Thought I’d make you some.”
I don’t want to admit that it thrills me as she says it, wanting to have some bullshit make-believe breakfast with her, but knowing that there’s no way it could ever be a thing.
The keep everything under wraps, I keep my life neatly arranged in two separate boxes, and if I were to bring Drew into that…
well, I just don’t see anyway of that working.
There’s not one that she fits in, and juggling one more, that I have to keep separate from both of my realities, it’s bound to break it all.
“Uh… I hope that’s okay.”
“Perfectly fine.” I nod. “After last night, you can do whatever you want.”
Blush spread across her cheeks. Glancing over at the stovetop, she moves over and slides the food from the pans onto plates, passing one to me.
She moves over to the table, sits down, and looks up at me as if she’s waiting for me to join.
Needing to keep as much space between the two of us, I sit on the stool at the counter.
She looks down at the plate, sighing, and just stares at it as if she’s contemplating whether she’s still hungry.
“Eli...” she trails off, looking up at me. It’s as if I know what she’s going to say before she says it; her eyes tell me everything.
“Drew,” I instantly break the distance I swore by and move over to the table now, sitting down and looking at her. “I want to be completely honest with you. I would be lying if I tried to say I wasn’t wondering if this could be something.”
Her eyes widen, most likely surprised that I seem to read her mind.
“And I think you feel the same way. That’s why you showed up last night.” I purposefully leave out that it wasn’t the first night she’d shown up there.
She softly nods her head.
“And we both know it can’t happen.”
“I’ve tried to figure out a way it could.”
Shaking my head, I look at her. “There’s a lot you don’t know.”
Tilting her head, she looks at me, confused.
“You said before that you trusted me.”
“I do.”
“Then know there are reasons I can’t tell you.”
“Can you tell me if my brother’s safe?”
“Yes, I told you. I do everything I can to make sure he’s okay.”
She nods her head.
“In the future, can you tell me if he’s in trouble?”
“Legally, no.”
“I knew that. I don’t know why I asked it.”
“Because you’re worried about it. And I’m not saying I won’t.”
Her eyes light up as she smiles at me. “Is this because you think my brother’s gonna kill you?”
“No,” I laugh. “Because I know he will execute me.”
“Eli.” There’s an amusement written on her face.
“Come on, that was the joke last night when Matthews went over to hit on you.” Shaking my head. “You know he’s be pissed at you, too?”
Her brow furrows as she looks at me.
“If he knows you’re hooking up with a cop, you’ll be putting him in jeopardy.”
Her eyes widen again as she looks down. “I hadn’t thought about that. I mean, I guess I didn’t really see it. He’s always encouraged me, and was thrilled when I told him I was thinking about going to law school.”
A sarcastic chuckle slips out. “Yeah, because having a lawyer in his pocket won’t be good for him? And honestly, will you charge your brother a constant fee for staying on like the one he has now?”
“Yes, I will.” She nods. “But you’re right, not as much as they’re paying now.”
I can’t help but watch her as she cuts the pancake with her fork, eating a quick bite before looking back at me, brows furrowing once again as she contemplates something to herself.
“What did you mean last night?”
“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.” Eating my own.
“You said I was a flame.”
“Oh, that…” I trail off, not really wanting to answer what it means.
“So what is it?” she tilts her head, bringing another forkful up to her mouth.
I can’t help but watch her lips as she wraps them around the bite, pulling it in.
Her eyes open, looking at me and smirking. “So, explain.”
“Uh,” I cough out before clearing my throat. A smirk spread across her face, knowing exactly what she’s doing. “A flame is beautiful; it’s enticing, brings warmth when you nurture it just right, give it the attention it deserves.”
“God, you’re fucking cheesy.”
“Let me finish.” I laugh. “It can also destroy everything.”
“So which kind of flame am I?” I can instantly see the shift in her as she stands up, walking back over to the kitchen with her plate in hand.
Reaching out, gripping hold of her arm, I pull her down towards me. She drops onto my lap. The plate falling to the floor and shattering, as I wrap my arms around her so she can’t leave just yet. So she has to listen to me.
“It’s not an either-or… a flame doesn’t choose to be destructive; it’s the circumstances surrounding it.”
She turns, looking at me, and smirks. “Are you scared of me?”
I don’t answer her; I can’t. Instead, I grip the back of her neck, pulling her to me, and slam our lips together.
Without breaking our kiss, she turns on my lap, straddling my hips as she grinds down on me. Her nails trailing down my bare chest before finding their way to the top of my shorts. I can’t stop the groan as it comes out.
Pausing, pulling away, and looking down at me, she bites her lip as her fingers fumble with the button on my shorts. “This still counts as only the second time, right?”
If I was being honest with myself, I know I can’t agree to that. “It’s whatever you want it to be.” Not wanting to agree, but also knowing this has to be the end. The look in her eyes tells me she feels the same way.
“No, it’s not.” She whispers as she peers into my soul. We know we can never speak of this again. That this is all it can be, this right here, nothing more…
“I’m sorry.” I whisper to her, wanting to apologize for it all, wanting to confess every secret I’ve kept for the last decade, but knowing I can’t. I can’t put that weight on her.
“For what?” She searches my eyes for the answer.
“Because I can’t be what you deserve.”
“Which is?”
I lean in, pulling her to meet me halfway, slamming my lips to hers. Her fingers come up and run through my scalp as she kisses me back. Her tongue coming out and pressing against my lips, begging for them to part.
Tasting her again fogs my brain, causing me to break the kiss for a moment, resting my forehead against hers. “The world.” I whisper, opening my eyes and seeing her looking back at me. “Someone who can worship you the way you deserve.”
Her eyes widen before slamming her lips back down to mine, aggressively.
She consumes me in an instant, and my hands are on their own, running up underneath my shirt.
Feeling her soft skin underneath. My fingertips run a light trail until they reach her tits.
Her body vibrates at the touch as I cup them, my thumb and index finger coming up and grazing her nipple, swallowing her gasp down.
Lifting my left hand up, parting us as I slip it through, up her thigh, groaning as my fingers reach the exposed flesh where her panties should be.
“Goddamn.” Pulling back to look at her. “You are so much trouble.”
A grin pulls at her face as she leans into me. “Too bad you can’t see just how much…”
Shaking my head before pulling her hard back to me, stopping her face directly in front of mine, slipping my fingers lower, grazing her clit, bringing a hiss from her before trailing my fingers down, toying with her opening.
“Ride my hand.” Demanding her before pressing my lips back to hers.
Her pussy pulsating as she tilts her hips, giving me access to slide my fingers inside her.
Feeling as if I have to consume as much of her as possible, knowing that after today, this can never happen again.
Without hesitating, she rotates her hips, forcing my fingers further.
She feels fucking amazing.
Her hands are on the waistband of my pants.
She pops the button, unzips them and pulls out my cock.
Her hands wrap around the base as she continues to use my hand to fuck herself.
Breaking our kiss, she leans her head back to gasp as I feel her walls clenching down on me.
Curling my fingers in and pressing against her walls.
“Oh, fuck.” She pants, her chest swelling as I move my thumb up, circling her clit, and bringing her body bucking on top of me.
As I stand up, her legs enclosing around my body as I rotate us around, pressing her back onto the table, her eyes pop open as the dishes rattle around.
Gripping onto my jeans before they fall off and reaching into the pocket.
“Really?” She sends me a questioning look, a smirk on her face, as I pull the condom out of my pocket and rip it open with my teeth.
Gripping the silicone with my fingers and the packaging with my teeth as I pull it out, spitting the foil onto the floor.
“Had to make sure you were prepared?” she goads me.
“Around you,” I pause as I press my fingers harder into her with my left hand as I attempt to split my attention between rolling the condom over myself. “Always.” Glancing back up at her.
Plucking it from my fingers, she looks up at me with a smirk.
Her walls tighten around my fingers before I slide them out and line myself up with her entrance. Glancing up at her, she pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth. Her eyes rolling upwards as I press into her, fueling me further.
I take it all in, consuming every second to memory to replay forever.
Gripping her hips, I thrust into her harder; a whimper slips out of her mouth in response.
“Yes.” She pants again. “Elias, fuck me.”
Looking down, our eyes lock.
“Make me never forget this…” trailing off into a moan.
Pistoning my hips into her harder, pushing her up the table with each thrust. Her eyes popping open as I lean over her, a slow smile forming on her lips.
“I wish —” she starts and quickly stops herself.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shakes her head, and I notice the slight hue spread across her cheeks.
Gripping her cheeks, I force her to look at me. “Me too.”
Slamming my cock all the way inside her, her head tilts, but never breaks our gaze. We both understand that we can’t. That it could never work. So, we need to enjoy this moment.
My hand slides down, finding its way to her clit.
“Fuck.” She gasps, but my hand keeps her head in place so she can’t take her eyes off me.
Feeling my own release creeping inside me, pressing her further, feeling her body vibrating around me, clenching onto my cock as if it never wants to let it go.
“That’s right, Sketch. Come for me.” Growling at her. “Come with me.” I demand her feeling her gushing around me and sending me over the edge with her.
Gasping as I look down at her, seeing the mess on the table and floor that we made surrounding her.
“I’m pretty sure there’s a broken plate underneath me.”
“Shit,” I mumble as I pull her up, feeling my cock moving inside of her still, having to force down my groan and pulling out of her. We’re both stuck in the moment as her lips form another ‘o’ and she inhales sharply.
She laughs as she sits up. “Is there syrup in my hair?” She wrinkles her nose as she touches her scalp, turning her head and exposing the clump of sticky hair.
“Yeah,” I laugh as I nod back towards my bedroom. “Go take a shower.”
“All I have to wear is my dress I have from last night.”
“I have some of my sister’s clothes.”