Too Many(8)

I make it down my hallway toward my front door when it suddenly flies open before I even get there. I watch as Elijah pulls the key from the door and tucks it into his pocket. I stand there shocked for a moment until his eyes land on me.

“You were about to answer the door like that?” He kicks my door closed, and when it slams the whole thing shakes.

“You have a key to my place?” I throw back at him, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes fall to my breasts and I see that me folding my arms has only pushed my boobs up more and made them almost slip out of the robe I’m wearing. I don’t have anything on underneath it because I just put it on after my bath.

“Yeah, I got a copy.” He shrugs as if he’s saying something as simple as offering to get me a coffee.

“And how did you do that?” I try hard to stay pissed, but I keep thinking about how I’m practically naked in front of him. I can feel my hard nipples trying to get Elijah’s attention. Hell, my whole body wants his attention.

“That’s part of the problem. Even with a key, an alarm should be going off. I borrowed yours off Harlow's keyring and made a copy before I returned it.” He takes a few steps toward me. Just like in the bathroom earlier, I retreat until I’m pressed up against the wall. “Anyone could have done that. Why don’t you have an alarm?” He runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “Fuck, I should have made sure you had one. I’m sorry, baby girl, I’ll fix it.”

I know him well enough to know he didn’t borrow Harlow’s key. He stole it. “Are you going to tell me why you have a key to my place?” I don’t understand his need to go to so much trouble to get it.

“You always dress like this when you’re home alone?” His eyes roam over my body and I feel every part of me tighten. My lips tingle as I think about our kiss.

“I just got out of the bath.” I try to close my robe a little more, but it’s no use. The thing is too small, but Harlow got it for me forever ago and I love it.

“Did you think about me while you were in the bathtub?” He moves closer to me. “Or did you think about my brother?”

I stare up at him and my heart starts to race inside my chest. He doesn’t look pissed that I kissed Owen, and my breathing grows heavy. He has me caged against the wall and there’s no avoiding him or trying to run as he fills up all the space around me.

“Elijah.” His name comes out as a whimper.

“I know, baby girl. When I stroke my cock it’s getting harder to get myself there. I’m angry because it’s not your hand wrapped around me or your warm tight pussy gripping me.” My mouth falls open and I can’t believe he said that. “I’m going to fix that for you.”

His lips are on mine just before I feel his tongue enter my mouth. He tugs at my robe and it comes undone. He needs no invitation as one hand grips my hip and the other slides down between my legs and to my clit. He rubs his thick fingers back and forth and I moan into his mouth. My body’s still on edge from this afternoon and I can’t control myself.

He pulls his mouth from mine and I feel his lips on my neck as he kisses his way up to my ear. I close my eyes as I enjoy the pleasure of his touch. My hips move with his fingers and I’m so close to coming.

“You’ll have to let Owen eat your pussy first. It’s not fair he doesn’t get to see this.”

“Oh God,” I breathe and his fingers stop moving. I plead, “Elijah.” Why is he stopping? I’m about to come undone at the seams.

“Promise me you’ll show up tomorrow and let Owen eat your cunt while I watch.” He leans back so I can look up into his eyes. I’m so close to coming and he knows it. “Say it, baby girl.”

“I’ll be there tomorrow.” His fingers still don’t move and I nearly cry. “I promise.”

A wicked smile pulls at his full lips and he knows he’s won. “Then come for me.”

His eyes drop to my body that is on display with my robe wide open. I can see the desire and need in his eyes as he rubs my clit. I reach out and grab a hold of him as the orgasm hits me. I cry out his name and my knees give out, but Elijah swoops me up into his arms and carries me into my bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and kisses me so softly.

“Tomorrow, baby girl.”

I roll over and wonder if maybe I fell asleep and this was all a dream. It’s too wonderful to be real.





Chapter Six





Owen





“I’ve told you fifteen times already. I’m not telling you again,” Elijah says as he closes the refrigerator door.

“At least let me smell your fingers,” I demand, grabbing his wrist.

He smiles smugly as he shakes his head. “Already licked them clean.”

We spent the last hour going over every single detail and I’m not going to be able to make it to tomorrow.

“What time is she supposed to be here?” I stare at the clock and will it to speed up.

“She told us before she’d be by here after she dropped off some samples to Harlow in the morning. So I’m guessing sometime after that.”

Elijah shrugs and I groan. I can’t wait that long.

“I’m going to beat off a few times and call it a night. See you tomorrow.” He tips his bottled water at me as he walks away and I grind my teeth.