Chapter 21
Luke
“Holy shit.” Those are the only two words that can come out of my mouth at this moment. I’m actually afraid that my knees are going to give out and I’m going to fall to the floor.
“That was,” Clarabella states, while she still sucks my cock, jerking it a couple more times. “Exactly what the doctor ordered.” She looks up at me as she drops my cock from her hand. My cock cries out in protest, wanting to immediately get back into her. She gets up from her knees, the only thing she is wearing is the tank top around her waist.
I lean in and kiss her lips. “Where is the bathroom?” I ask, and she points at the door in the corner.
“You want me to come with you?” she asks and winks while she pulls up her tank top.
“I think I’m good,” I reply, walking to the bathroom and not bothering to close the door. “Are you hungry?” I turn on the water and hear her laughter.
“Is that code for you want me to suck your dick?” I hear her voice coming closer and closer to the bathroom. “Because I think I just did that.” She leans against the doorjamb. “And I think you ate dessert as well.”
I finish cleaning up and walk to her. The need to keep kissing her is becoming very, very fucking strong, just like the need to see her again today, even though I knew that I should give her some space. I just couldn’t. Plus, when she didn’t answer me, I hated to think she was feeling down and I wasn’t there. “Is that a yes, you’re hungry, or a no, you’re full?”
“I haven’t eaten anything besides dick today,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh. I slip my hand in hers, turning to walk out of her bedroom and head to the kitchen. “Don’t you need a shirt?” I look over my shoulder at her. “What?” she asks, walking down the steps. “I just don’t want you to get burned in my house and then sue me.”
“I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.” I kiss her neck as I get the paper bag. “Now, before we spend the night making out on your couch.”
She throws her head back and laughs at me. “Is that what you think we are going to do?”
“It’s not what I think we are going to do. It’s what I know we are going to do,” I assure her. “How does a nice grilled salmon and vegetable medley sound?” I ask, and she just looks at me.
“I love when you talk dirty to me,” she says. “What can I do to help?”
“You can sit your sweet ass on that stool and tell me about your day,” I suggest. “Maybe have a glass of wine.”
“Listen, if you are going to keep talking dirty to me, I might have to take off all my clothes.” She walks over to one of the cupboards, grabbing two glasses and placing them on the counter next to me.
“If you take off your clothes, we really are never going to eat,” I admit as she comes over and grabs a bottle of wine from the fridge, then pulls out the cork. She stands just close enough to me for me to lean over and kiss the freckle on her back that I love so much.
“You always kiss me on the same spot.” She looks over at me as she pours a glass of white wine.
“You have a freckle,” I say, kissing the spot again. “It calls to me.” I smirk at her, and she brings the wineglass to her lips.
“I can hear something else calling for you,” she says, and this time, it’s my turn to laugh.
“Go.” I point at the chair, and she kisses the underneath of my chin.
“Fine,” she huffs, pouring a glass of wine for me and then grabbing the bottle to go sit down. “So how did it go with your sisters?” I ask, and I see the change in her eyes. “Forget I asked. It’s really not my business.”
“Did you go to the restaurant today?” she questions. I nod, grabbing a pan and turning away from her. I hope she doesn’t see that it bothers me that she isn’t sharing with me. “What is the word on the street?”
I put the pan on the stove. “There is some chatter about the wedding,” I answer her honestly. “But I didn’t ask.”
“What sort of chatter?” she asks, and I know it bothers her just from her tone.
“That you took off,” I say, making sure that the heat is high enough before turning and starting on the veggies. “It’s like the town secret as to why.”
She rolls her eyes now. “Oh, here we go.”
Hating to see how much it bothers her, I make sure to change the subject. “If it makes you feel better,” I say as I slice and dice, “they started a side bet about Presley.”
She claps her hands. “I want in on that one.” She raises her hand.
“It’s twenty-five to one that she makes it down the aisle the first time.” I look up at her as I add salt and pepper to the top of the salmon.
“Out of all of us, she’s the only one who is actually going to make it down the aisle the first time,” she says, taking another sip of her wine as I add the salmon in the pan.
“She’s not even dating anyone.” I chuckle.
“No, but she’s in love with Bennett, and he’s in love with her.” I stand here shocked at this news. “It’s supposed to be a secret, but anyone who spends ten minutes with them can see it.”
“No kidding,” I agree, shocked, and for the rest of the meal, neither of us talks about anything but her would-be wedding.
The two of us work side by side cleaning up. Every time she passes me, her hand goes from my back to my ass. Her touch was so soft. If I wasn’t looking at her, I wouldn’t believe it happened. Just like when I walked past her as she was drying the dishes, I stood behind her and pushed my cock into her ass. A touch for a touch is how the game was played until we couldn’t wait one more minute, and I bent her over the stairs and had my way with her. The two of us collapsed into bed not long after.
The sound of a ringing phone wakes me up. “Ugh, what time is it?” I ask, looking over to the right finding the side of the bed empty. I hear the phone again. Looking over at the door, I hear that it’s coming from downstairs. “Clarabella?” I say her name and then hear the sound of the shower at the same time as I hear the doorbell ring. “What in the world?” I look over at my own phone at the side table, seeing it’s just after seven o’clock.
I rub my hands over my face. The sound of her phone rings again, and I reach for my jeans. I’m pulling them over my hips when the doorbell rings again. “Holy shit,” I curse, buttoning my jeans as I walk downstairs. The bell rings again, and so does her phone. “Oh my God,” I say, unlocking the front door and swinging it open.
“What the hell?” Edward says, standing there wearing jeans and a shirt. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Me?” I say, shocked. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“My fiancée lives here,” he replies, and I just laugh at him. My whole body fills with anger seeing him standing there at her front door. “Clarabella!” he shouts her name over my shoulder because there is no way I’m letting him in the door.
“I think it’s a good idea if you get the fuck out of here,” I growl through clenched teeth. “Before.”
“Before what, you imbecile?” He takes a step closer to me.
“Oh my God.” I hear Clarabella from behind me. “What the hell are you doing here?” She pushes me out of the way, standing in front of me. Her hair is wrapped in a towel as she holds the robe she is wearing closed.
“What the fuck am I doing here?” Edward hisses at her, his face getting red. “What the fuck am I doing here?” He points at his chest. “What the fuck is he doing here?”
“That is none of your business,” she says to him.
He throws his head back and laughs. “You are doing this to get back at me because of Louise.” He shakes his head.
“Yeah, because the only way I would sleep with him is because you were sleeping with Louise.” She snorts. “Idiot. You need to leave.”
“I’m not leaving until you talk to me,” he responds, and she just nods her head.
“Fine by me.” She grabs the door. “But if you don’t get off my step in one minute, I’m calling the police and telling them that there is an intruder trying to break in.”
She takes another step into the house and slams the door shut in his face. “Clarabella.” He pounds on the door.
“Fifty seconds, Edward, and trust me, it would give me great pleasure to see you carted away in handcuffs.” She turns to look into the peephole. “Forty-five seconds!” she shouts. “Lying sack of shit,” she mumbles. “Thirty seconds!” she shouts yet again. “I can’t wait to see your mug shot.” She pushes away from the door.
“Is he gone?” I ask, and she just looks at me.
“What the hell were you thinking?” She glares at me, and I’m standing here shocked. “Why would you answer the door with your shirt off?” She storms past me.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I say. “How is any of this my fault?” My stomach burns as she slams the cupboard door. “I was sleeping when your phone started going off and then the doorbell.”
“And you thought, let me go downstairs and answer the door.” She laughs bitterly, and my stomach sinks as I watch her make her coffee. “You didn’t even think that, I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t answer her door?” She turns, and I can see the anger in her eyes. She’s pissed that she got caught with me.
“You are completely right,” I agree, turning and jogging up the stairs to grab my shirt and phone from the side table. The whole time, my body is shaking with anger. I jog back down the steps, seeing her in the middle of the kitchen with her head hanging down. How the fuck did the last couple of days go from being the best days of my life, and then in the blink of an eye, it’s all over? Poof. Gone. In a blink of an eye. “I’ll see myself out.” I don’t even wait for her to say anything before I storm out of the house, slamming the door behind me.