Chapter Thirty #2
I'm close again. I should be able to go for ages, but there is something about her that reduces me down, that makes me wild, and I just keep up the beat, trying to hold myself in check, wanting her to come again.
Because she sounds like she needs it. She seems on edge, so I keep the thrusts uniform so she can cum.
She gasps. "Oh...oh... Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming."
It hits her—a freight train of ecstasy, judging by her shudders and the strong waves that hit me, too.
It is too much.
I unleash, slamming hard and with abandon, burying myself deep, cumming hard in her.
Slowly, I stay inside her as much as I can, my cock twitches, making her moan.
Then I pull out carefully, and after cleaning my dick, I return to her because she is sticky.
I gather up Lola and lay us both on the sofa, her nakedness against my dressed self.
Lola doesn't say much, her fingers curling on my chest, her heart as crazy as mine in her chest, the erratic beats echoing in my blood.
I smooth her hair from her face, tracing her delicate bone structure as my eyes grow heavy.
I half-drift, content to just hold her.
Normally, I like to get the hell out of dodge for this shit.
I will cook something, and I'm not the greatest cook.
Hell, I will make tea, coffee, clean her apartment—anything to stop the post-coital danger zone, where every woman I have been with seems to be high on hormones and imagining they love me.
I stroke her bare back, loving the silky warmth of her skin.
And something hits me.
As much as I love the games and kink she has when I'm Alex, as much as I love our games and the deprivation and control, I'm also scared she will have an epiphany about my identity.
I'm hoping she just can't tell we are the same person. And maybe she won't. I don't think she is that experienced.
Because there is something next level about being with Lola when she knows it is me. Being able to look her in the eyes after I made her cum made my own release so much stronger.
Sounds stupid and trashy, but it is true.
"I don't know if I like you, but you're not what I expected grown-up Enzo to be like."
"Now that's a lie. You loved me as a kid. Worshiped me. I bet you had a shrine."
She bites my chest. "I did not."
She definitely had something, though. But I don't push it.
I protected her, liked her even then. She was a sweet kid.
This, though, this is different.
"You left me, never checked on me. Not even when Dad died." She swallows.
I pull her closer. "My father's an asshole, and he asserts control over my sister. I couldn't."
"Problem is..." She rises up to look at me. "I think I have real feelings starting for you, and it scares me because of our history."
"We were kids."
But I stop to think about what she said.
There are feelings for her, too. I have been in protection mode for so long...of course, there are.
"Yes. I have got some for you, too." I take a breath. "Maybe we just take things day by day and see where it goes."
"Okay."
And a kind of relief settles on me.
I don't want to think about the complications that arise from us being together, even if I wanted it to go somewhere. But having feelings and wanting a future are two different things.
I want a future starring me, that is all.
Besides, so many things are working against us. Did my mother have an affair with her father? Or did she introduce him to Jana before she died and Jana chose my dad but kept going back to him?
If Lyndall is Emilio's child, that changes everything.
I pull Lola closer, rolling her on top of me.
She smiles down at me, her curling black hair spilling down around her pretty face. "So, let's not talk about it."
I groan as she rocks against me, my cock springing to attention yet again.
"Deal." I slide my hand down her body to her pussy and start to stroke her clit when a loud knock on the door interrupts me.
Did I plan on meeting up with Cade or Silas? My head is so fuddled I'm not sure, but Cade has keys.
"Fuck."
"Who is it?" she asks as I stroke her harder, pushing my hand between her and my body to try to slide into her pussy with my fingers.
"Mormons. They're a problem around here. Very aggressive."
She laughs. "It's kinda late."
"That's Mormons for you."
They knock again. Louder, longer, and then the doorbell starts to go off as well. At this rate, the entire block will get woken up.
Suddenly, my name is shouted from the stoop. "Enzo, I know you're in there. Don't make me find my key!"
"Fucking brat." I ease Lola off of me and get to my feet.
"You have a tattoo."
"This isn't the time to talk about body art."
"Enzo, think of our children!" Lyndall calls out from the stoop.
"Fuck." I point to Lola's clothes as I spring to my feet. "I would get dressed. I don't think my brat of a fifteen-year-old sister needs a damn show."
With that, I race down to the door and pull it open. "What are you doing here?"
She barges in. "Running away."
She makes a beeline for the living room because, of course, she does.
"Lyndall, this is—"
I stop.
Lola isn't there.
But Lyndall scoops something from the ground, takes in the two glasses, and holds up the bra. She crinkles her nose. "Eww, I'm guessing this isn't yours? Because I would expect your tastes to be latex."
"That's for gloves." I snatch the bra. "And it is none of your business. What the hell are you doing here, anyway? It is almost eleven P.M."
Lyndall's expression turns serious as she flops onto the sofa. "I ran away."
"Fuck, Lyndall."
"I had a fight with Dad. Again. He's the worst. And I can't stay there for another second."
"Did you tell him that?" I ask.
"Yes."
"And what did he say, Lyndall?"
Her face turns into a thunderstorm. "That if I kept up my whining, he would pack me off to a different school that makes sure students stay all year round. Is that prison?"
That is Dad making up shit. I don't say it, though. "He told you, right? We have a deal. Part-time with him, part-time with me. And when he is in Chicago, you're with me."
"Nope. I mean, sure, he said that, but he is also now wanting a micromanaged timetable of what I'm doing every day and what I plan to do at your place."
With a sigh, I get my phone from the wet bar, and she jumps to her feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling Dad."
"No."
I grit my teeth. "Be reasonable, Lyndall."
"I am. I'm the queen of reason."
I laugh at that, and her glower gets darker.
I sigh. "Look, I have to call."
"He doesn't know. He went out after our fight."
I quietly send him a text because it is fair.
Me
Dad. Lyndall's safe. She said you had a fight. She's here.
Then I add,
We will talk tomorrow.
"You sort something out, Enzo. Part-time isn't good enough."
"He's your father," I say, even though he might not be.
"I don't care. I hate him. I hate his rules. And if you make me go back, I swear to God, I will run away again. Only next time, it won't be you I turn to for help."
"I told Dad where you are, so sit. You're staying here tonight."
She still stands.
I glare until she sits. "I will make you some hot chocolate."
Great. Just great.
This is not going to end well.
And where the fuck is Lola?