Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
ELLE
Eating lunch and returning home passed in a blur. I barely registered any of the conversations going on around me, too stuck in my head replaying that moment over and over again.
I’m here, I got you.
Once we arrive home, I give a quick good-bye to my sisters and make the trek to my house.
Mabel and I both have houses on the Farm.
Lola lives in the Big House with Mama and Paul lives in a duplex kind of home with Anika in town, they try to keep Henry’s life as easy as possible while not actually being together.
Our parents were way too nice to us and allowed all the kids to build on the property after we turned 22. With the weather in Utah, it typically took around a year to get it all built up, by 23 we had our own little homes. My house is a simple three bed one and a half bath.
I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips as I make my way to my front door, painted a deep green. The rest of my house is pretty standard but I stepped out of the box and demanded a colorful door.
It’s quiet on this part of the Farm and it almost feels like I’m in a world of my own when I’m home.
The quiet is peaceful as I kick off my shoes at the door and make quick work of unpacking my hiking bag.
I’m still working on autopilot, if I open myself up to any real thought I don’t know how I would react to everything that happened today.
Breathe with me.
“No. Stop it right now.”
Fucking great, now I was talking to myself because of him. I suck in a lungful of air, hold for 5 seconds and release. I needed to block out everything about my time in the cave today.
That, and I needed to shower. It had been hotter than anticipated in more than one way today and I couldn’t stand the feeling of all the sweat on my skin and in my hair.
I peel my leggings and panties off at the same time, kicking them into my hamper.
I leave my shirt and bra on as I grab clean clothes, Donald Ducking it to my en suite.
I set my clean clothes on the counter and decide on a eucalyptus shower bomb. I need as much help with my stress relief as I can get right now. Steam fogs my mirrors as I wrestle myself out of my sports bra and the calming eucalyptus fills the room.
The hot water beats down on my tense muscles and I let out a moan as I stand directly under the shower’s spray.
You did so good, sweetheart.
My core clenches around nothing as his praise comes back to me.
I stop fighting the memory, allowing myself to pretend the hot water is his body surrounding me.
The steam becomes his hot breath as he whispers those sweet words into my ear.
One arm slides across my stomach, the other travels up to cup my breast. Despite the hot water, my nipples are so hard they could cut glass.
I roll it between my fingers and a whimper escapes my lips and I slowly lower the hand on my stomach. I try to imagine his postage stamps are decorating my arm as my pointer and middle finger brush my folds. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as I make contact with my clit.
I’m so keyed up, it takes no time at all for my orgasm to build as I circle my clit in quick movement and turn the attention of my other hand to my other nipple.
The new mix of pleasure and pain as I pinch my nipple causes another gasp to escape me.
Fireworks dance between my eyes and a whine starts in my chest.
Holy fuck.
My release explodes, a shiver racks my body and my breath is coming out in pants.
As my pulse starts to even out again, I make quick work of washing my body and hair. It’s just after one in the afternoon but I decide to turn on my favorite tv show and veg out for the rest of the day. I’m in too much shock with myself to attempt anything else.
Once my body is dried off enough, I forgo the clothes I had originally pulled out and walk to my room—naked as the day I was born—and get into my oldest, most comfortable pair of pajamas.
They are Christmas themed and older than Henry but the age has transformed them into the softest articles of clothing that I own.
I need this comfort right now as I try to avoid the storm of feelings brewing in my stomach.
I’m hoping the triple threat of my pajamas, a cozy blanket and my comfort show will calm these nerves.
As I queue up the episode, my phone vibrates once.
Mabel: Want to come over for dinner? Lola wants to discuss our trip to SLC for that sports game.
Me: Can we plan on tomorrow? I think I hurt my knee during our group hug.
I’m lying, my knee is fine but I can’t see either of my sisters right now. All of my feelings are wrecked and they will be able to tell before I sit down.
Lola: Are you okay?
Mabel: Bummer. We can reschedule to tomorrow if you promise to not let your ‘injury’ prevent us from loving you in the future.
Me: Yeah, I’m fine. I just want to rest to be safe.
Lola: Okay. I am fine with tomorrow if that works for both of you.
Mabel: Works for me. Gonna take my bra off if you aren’t coming over.
Me: Tomorrow sounds great.
Lola: We all know your bra has been off since you walked into your house. See you then, love ya both.
Mabel:
Me: Love you
The relief of not having to hide my feelings is immediate. I toss my phone onto the couch next to me and hit play on my show with no plans of moving from the spot for the rest of the day, I snuggle deeper into my blanket.