Chapter 10 #2
“You’re late.” I whisper out, a smile forming on my face as I give him a hard time about it. He sent me a quick text telling me he had to run and do something, that he was still coming, just later than expected.
“Sorry, I had to go see your brother.” He says as he slides into the bed next to me, pulling me closer.
“What?” I gasp, feeling the excitement growing inside. “And he let you live?”
“I didn’t tell him that.” He laughs, shaking his head until he looks over at me, telling me I’m doing a terrible job at concealing my disappointment.
His expression changes as he leans into me, lowering his voice with his next words.
“We’ll tell him, eventually. This is new.
I don’t want to put anymore pressure than what we already have. ”
He’s right. I know he is, but it’s still disappointing. “Okay.” Nodding my head, but glancing over at the TV to get out of his stare.
“I’m serious. Although I’m pretty sure I almost blurted it out while I was there.”
“What? Like I’m boning your sister?” I can’t help but laugh at myself.
“I mean, I would have said it better than that. But while I’m trying to have a serious conversation with him, in my head, all I can see is you dripping wet with my cum all over your face.”
Laughing, I roll over, looking at him again.
“Tate’s engaged.” He looks down at me, both of us knowing what that means and the trouble it’s going to cause for Z. “To one of the detectives.”
“Oh, shit.” Shaking my head. “That’s not gonna end well.”
“Nope, and Z needs my help.”
“Are you going to?”
“How could I say no?”
“Just, you know, Z, maybe you should have taken your head out of your ass before now.”
“Yeah, that would have gone over really well.”
I can’t help but laugh again. “Well, two of the three people who could ever get away with telling him that are in this room.”
“I dunno about that.”
“Sure,” I roll my eyes.
“Or at least until he finds out we’re in the room together.” He laughs this time.
“Nah, more like until he figures out you’ve been inside me.”
“Drew Anderson, as eloquent as ever.”
It makes me laugh before he grips the back of my neck, pulling me down to his face and kissing me.
“You have a tendency to keep me waiting, you know.” I laugh out as he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers before pulling my face closer to his.
Moving away from me for a moment, he furrows his brows as he places his hands on my hips, stilling me.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He grins before rolling us, hovering over me.
Parting my thighs to fit his body. “You’re gonna be the death of me… ”
“So you keep telling me.” I try not to laugh.
His hand comes up, trailing my thigh until it meets my apex. His eyes coming up and meeting mine. “Do you always sleep naked?” A smirk pulling on his lips.
“No.”
“That’s too bad,” he whispers, his head lowering to kiss my inner thigh.
“Eli,” I’m not even sure if he’s still awake, but I’m lying awake staring at the ceiling.
“Yeah.”
“What did you mean by he helped you out last night?”
“I wasn’t sure what to do with him when I was done.” He explains. “So I called Z and told him not to ask too many questions, but I needed his help.”
“And he didn’t ask?”
“He did. But only because of who it was.”
“What do you mean?”
“We knew Kyle in high school. It was a mutual dislike. A couple of fights may have happened.”
“He never said he knew you guys.”
“He knew who you were, though.”
“Everyone does.”
He actually chuckles at my statement. “Fair. But just something he said last night, it’s still gnawing at me.”
I remain quiet and let him finish.
“God, I don’t want to tell you this,” he whispers as he pulls me closer to his body. “He said word’s gotten around you grew up too protected and it made you naive and too trusting.”
“What?” I gasp. “So are there people like…”
“I don’t know.” It’s almost as if he doesn’t know what else to say, as he just quiets down. “But I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, ever again.”
I want to joke with him, tell him he’s getting a little ahead of himself, but I stop, letting his words speak for themselves. Letting myself actually feel the emotions for once.
“I told Z what happened to you.” He finally whispers back to me, I’m not sure if he’s hoping I’m asleep. “I just didn’t tell him it was you.”
“Who’d you tell him it was?”
“My complicated girl.”
Rolling my eyes, I stand up and walk across the room into the bathroom.
“Should I be offended about being called complicated?”
“No,” he calls back, but I can hear humor in his voice. “No one ever writes shit about the easy ones.”
“What?”
“Songs, movies, books — they never talk about the easy ones.”
“God, you’re cheesy.” I’m trying not to smirk at him as I walk back across the room, because, okay, that’s a decent response.
“Ow,” I gasp when I’m almost back to the bed. Looking down, using only the glow from the TV to see, I bend over, looking for what I just stepped on. “What the fuck?” whispering as I pick it up. “Is this a fucking tooth?”
“Shit,” Eli murmurs. “Sorry, it must have fallen out of my pocket. I forgot it was in there.”
“Wha — you got your tooth knocked out?”
“Yeah, not even sure how, cause he didn’t even hit me that hard.”
“You lost a tooth for me?”
He laughs, shaking his head and reaching over for it.
“No! I’m keeping it. Your sacrifice needs to be cherished.”
“And you called me cheesy!”