Rule #30 Only a fool would walk across town and climb up two stories for the woman he loves.
Matis
Iwalked her home. Because I had to.
I watched her walk through the front door, leaving me on the other side. Because I had to.
Now I’m lying alone in my bed, thinking of her, wishing I could both touch her and forget her at the same time. Because I have to.
Tossing and turning in my bed, I try and fail to make plans in my head. I try to envision Ronan’s reaction to the news if—no, when I tell him. Playing out the entire conversation, I imagine him in various scenarios: furious, understanding, betrayed, forgiving, disgusted.
I’ve known the man over thirty years, and I still have no saintly idea how he will react to this news. That I am in love with his daughter.
If only Amelia wasn’t his daughter, he’d be the most understanding friend on earth. He was fifty-six and Daisy twenty-one when they fell in love. If anyone would see things as I do, it’s him.
But Amelia is his daughter, and that changes everything.
Then I remember what it felt like to touch her stomach, envisioning something I have never in my entire fucking life bothered to envision. Getting a woman pregnant has always been more of a nightmare than a dream.
And now…picturing Amelia with a baby on her hip. My baby.
I’m losing my mind. It’s not enough that I’m falling for Ronan’s daughter. Now I’m actually thinking about getting her pregnant.
My cock throbs as if it’s listening in to this mental conversation I’m having with myself.
The hands of the clock tick by as I toss and turn with no rest in sight. Finally, around two in the morning, I decide I can’t take another second. My head is truly a prison of chaos and torture, and there’s an ache in my bones I know can only be relieved by one thing. And it’s not my fucking hand.
I need to see her.
Somewhere in the past week, I’ve gotten addicted to Amelia.
I need to smell her skin. Feel her breath. Touch her hair.
I need her weight in my arms like I need air to breathe.
Climbing out of bed, I quickly dress and tell myself I’m only going for a walk to clear my head. I even tell myself my walk has no direction.
Naturally, the path my feet take me on leads directly to her bedroom window.
What the fuck am I doing?
I’m standing behind the Kades’ residence, staring up at the second-floor balcony where I know Amelia’s room sits.
The beauty of being best friends with the owner is that I know the cameras placed around the perimeter of the house are mostly for show, and while he should get alerts on his phone when there’s movement on his property, he never properly set up the notifications.
He’d have to know how to log into the app and find the video footage to ever see me standing out here like a stalker.
I should go home.
I should get some sleep and call her tomorrow like a sane man would.
But I can’t because she is right on the other side of that window, and I can’t bear the thought of putting more distance between us.
And while a phone call is much wiser than what I’m about to do, I stopped making smart decisions where Amelia is involved long ago.
So I walk up to the house and grip the drainpipe connected to the bricks. Giving it a harsh tug, I test the stability of it. It doesn’t budge.
I’m out of my mind. This would have been a feat for me twenty years ago. But now? Nearly impossible.
But I try it anyway.
Wrapping my fingers around the drain, I use the windowsill on the lower level as leverage as I start to climb.
Next, I move my foot to the lip of the brick molding, which is just enough to hold the tip of my shoe.
With another grunting hoist, I find myself halfway between the ground and the floor of her balcony.
Too far gone to turn back now.
My arms start to shake, and I’m reminded that my daily gym routine is yet another thing Amelia has disrupted in my life. The drainpipe creaks as I pull myself up another foot.
As my legs straighten, lifting me higher, I reach my hand up, and it’s enough to grasp the ledge of her balcony. Sweat beads on my forehead, and my fingers ache and my muscles shake, but I can almost see into her room, and it’s worth it.
Only problem now is…there’s not a good place to put my feet. Leaving me no other choice but to pull myself up with my arms.
I scrape my shoes against the wall, and a tremor quakes through my body as I hoist myself up, slowly and clumsily.
As I reach the balcony, finally able to relax against the banister, I look through the window and see Amelia sleeping peacefully in her bed. A smile rests gently on my lips as I watch her.
God has never created a more perfect creature.
And I want to do very ungodly things with her.
Slumping over the railing, I climb safely to her balcony door. My body sags in exhaustion as I tap gently on the glass. At first, she doesn’t move, and I’m reminded that Amelia sleeps like the dead.
And if I can’t wake her up, I’m in big trouble.
But then on the second tap, her eyes pop open. She jolts at first, and the vision of a man silhouetted in the moonlight on her balcony should probably have her screaming.
Instead, she sees my face, recognizing me immediately. And a grin blossoms wildly.
Throwing back the covers, she dashes across her room. As she opens her balcony door, she giggles, and it is music to my ears.
“Oh my God, Matis,” she whispers as she touches me to make sure I’m real. Then she glances behind me at the balcony. “How did you get up here?”
“I climbed,” I reply on a panting exhale.
Her jaw drops. “Why?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
She laughs quietly again. Then she wraps her warm, soft fingers around my cheeks. Lifting to her tiptoes, she kisses me. As I bring my arms to her waist, I feel just how exhausted they are.
When it’s like this, just us kissing in the middle of the night, it feels like we have the world to ourselves.
When in reality, her parents are sleeping just downstairs, and we could face very real consequences for being together like this.
I’m not sure I care much about consequences anymore, though.
Suddenly, my arms didn’t just scale the side of a two-story building.
My hands reach down, finding her tight ass hidden beneath this oversized T-shirt, and I raise her into my arms. Sliding my fingers down her backside along the tender skin of her thighs, I guide them around my hips where I want them to remain forever.
She mewls quietly into my mouth as I carry her over to her bed.
Neither of us say a word about this being risky or dangerous. Frankly, neither of us care anymore.
So I gently rest Amelia on her bed. Then I rip off my shoes, followed by my socks, my shirt, and my pants. Once she registers that I’m fully undressing, she scrambles to pull off her shirt, a look of excitement on her face.
We each stop at our underwear.
Sex is a line we haven’t crossed yet and, less than forty-eight hours ago, one I said we would never cross. And now I want to. Badly.
But is this really the right place to do it?
Her parents could hear us stirring and walk through that door any moment. For a multitude of reasons, that would be a nightmare.
As if she can read my mind, she whispers, “Lock the door.”
Suddenly, I’m twenty years old again. Nothing but a kid sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom. I haven’t felt this alive in years.
With a grin, I do as she said, crossing the room in a rush and turning the lock on the door. Then I return to her and find my home between her thighs.
She welcomes me with an ear-to-ear grin. The moment my aching cock, still hidden inside my briefs, feels the warmth of her core, I muffle my own groans. My lips find hers, and we kiss like the night will last forever.
My hips grind, rubbing my steely cock against her clit.
“Right there,” she whispers, letting her head hang back.
I kiss her hungrily as my mouth travels from her lips to her jawline and down the slope of her throat until I’m kissing my way to her breasts. Palming the soft mounds, I squeeze the right one as I pinch the left between my teeth.
She moans again, so I press my hand over her mouth.
“You have to be quiet, Trouble.”
When I return my mouth to her breast, her back arches but she keeps in her moans. Using the sound of her heavy breaths to judge her pleasure, I continue to grind against her and suck eagerly on her perky nipples.
It’s heaven. It’s what I walked across town in the middle of the night for. What I climbed up a drainpipe for.
Not sex. Not pleasure.
Her.
Amelia breathes new life into me. And I thought I was happy existing in the same room as her. Getting to touch her and bring her pleasure…heaven.
My skin pricks with goose bumps as I chase my rapture with her body beneath me. The last bit of resolve I have is fading. Every moment that we deny ourselves what we truly want feels like wasted ecstasy, and I can’t take another moment.
“Amelia,” I whisper in a pleading tone against her breast. My hips move faster and harder, and she writhes between me and the mattress, grasping at me as if she wants more.
“Yes?”
“I need you,” I gasp as my aching cock spills a drop of precum against the elastic band of my briefs.
“You have me.”
Pausing my thrusts, I lift up and look into her eyes. “I need to be inside you.”
She sighs with relief before hooking her hands around my neck. “I need you inside me too.”
Glancing back at the door, I quiet for a moment to listen for anyone else in the house, but it’s silent.
“We’ll have to be quiet,” I whisper.
“I won’t make a sound,” she replies, gripping me tighter.
Then I ease down my briefs and stand from the bed to remove them entirely. As I reach for my discarded pants on the floor of her room, I realize I have never been so excited for sex in my life. It might as well be my first time. My hands are actually shaking.
Fishing out the condoms from my pocket, I separate one from the other two and throw the rest on the floor. As I sit up on my knees in front of her, lazily stroking my cock, she pulls her panties down her legs and tosses them to the floor.