Saxon(8)

He can drop by all he wants.

We’re still just going to be friends.





Chapter Four

Saxon

I wake up alone in Tenielle’s bed, stretching my body lazily before walking into the kitchen in nothing but my boxer shorts. We fell asleep together again last night, but nothing happened, not even a kiss. The woman must have a will of steel because I’m dying for a taste. I come to a standstill when I see Tenielle in front of the stove, dancing to Rita Ora’s ‘I will never let you down’. She is swaying her hips sensually, singing along to the lyrics. She has a nice husky voice—talented like most of her family.

“I thought you didn’t cook,” I say, making her jump.

She turns around and purses her lips. “I can cook just fine, I’m just not one of those women who’s going to slave over a hot stove every day.”

I walk over to the stove to see what she’s frying. “So I shouldn’t expect a hot meal every night?”

She flips the pancakes. “That would be a hell no.”

She’s so cute.

“So you admit that I’m going to be around every night?” I say, leaning back against the countertop.

She spins and flashes me a smile. “Sure. As a friend.”

My lip twitches as I check her out from behind. She’s wearing cotton shorts and a tank top, letting me see every curve.

“Stop staring at my ass,” she says without turning around.

“I’m doing no such thing,” I lie, still staring at it. She turns the stove off and grabs two plates from the cupboard, placing them down on the counter and then serving the pancakes onto them.

“Maple syrup?”

“Yes, please,” I reply, sitting down at the counter. She slides a plate my way then takes a seat beside me, handing me a fork. “Thank you.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she replies, smirking.

I take a bite and moan. “These are good.”

“Good? They’re f*cking great is what they are.”

I hide my smile. “So you know I’m leaving tomorrow night.”

She stares down at her plate. “Yes, I’m aware of that.”

“Do you have anything you want to say to me?” I ask.

“Like what?”

“Do you care if I hook up with other girls while I’m away?” I ask her, hoping she might say that she minded. I want some kind of commitment from her.

Something.

Anything.

“Hook up with whoever you like,” she replies. Her tone is even, but I don’t miss the way her mouth tightens. She doesn’t like it—she just won’t admit to it.

So bloody stubborn.

“Well I’d rather you didn’t hook up with anyone while I was gone,” I tell her, trying to act casual and failing. The thought of her with someone else kills me, even though we aren’t exactly together.

Yet.

I’m working on it though.

“Well this is awkward,” she mutters under her breath. She sighs and turns her body to face me. “You said we were just friends. I’m pretty sure a friend wouldn’t ask me to be exclusive.”

I sigh. I want to tell her that she’s lying to herself if she’s still using the friend excuse, but I don’t, because, knowing her, she will stop letting me come over to spend time with her. This woman will use any weapon against me she can find, so I’m not going to give her any ammunition. I’ll let her play her games and live in denial.

For now.

“Okay,” I reply, standing up with my plate, rinsing it and putting it in the dishwasher. I hear her mutter another comment about a rock star who cleans up after himself. I close the space between us and kiss her on her temple.

“Thank you for breakfast. And even if you will be hooking up with others, I won’t, because there is no one else I want,” I whisper in her ear. I ignore her intake of breath and head straight for a shower.

Scrubbing my body with Tenielle’s olive scented soap, my hand wanders lower, rubbing the length of my hard cock. It’s like I’m always hard in her presence, and I could definitely use the release right now. A moan escapes my lips as I continue to stroke myself, my head tilting back against my neck. Water cascades over my face and drips down my body, my eyes squeezed shut as spurts of my release hit the wall. Lost in my own world, I don’t hear the door open.

“Holy shit!” Tenielle gasps.

I turn to look at her through the shower door and see her staring down at my cock, which I’m still holding in my hands. I quickly let it go, but her gaze remains fixated. Does she like what she sees?

“I’m pretty sure friends don’t barge in when people are in the shower either,” I say in a dry tone. My chest heaves slightly, my cock starting to get hard again as she eyes it like it’s something she’d like to worship.

Fuck, I’d love that.

She licks her bottom lip. “Well I came in here because I need to take a shower and you were taking ages in here, but now I can see why…”

I scrub a hand down my face, wiping the water out of my eyes. “You can always join me, you know? It was you I was thinking of the entire time.”

She shakes her head, eyes flaring. “Not a good idea. If I get in there, I’ll have that,” she says, pointing at my semi-hard cock, “in my mouth before I knew what I was doing.”