Shadows

by Amber Lacie

  "Please, keep this on today." Laying my injured hand in the sling, he softly kisses my forehead. "When do you want to start on your accounts for tomorrow?"

  "Oh, um, I guess we could start now. I was hoping we could walk over to see Isa today. I really miss your gram. How is she?"

  "She's doing better. Evan says she won't stop pestering him. I'm sure she would love to see you. Let me finish putting the groceries away and then we can get out your laptop. You'll just have to walk me through the process." Sliding one arm back around my waist, he lets his hand fall to rest on the curve of my ass. "Oh and just so we are clear, your hand may be broken," he slides his other hand between us slipping into my shorts, pushing my panties aside, and thrusts one finger into me, "but this isn't." My eyes are wide. He swirls his finger around my clit and slips his hand from my panties. Looking me in the eye, he sucks his finger into his mouth. I'm aroused and shocked. Did he just do that with my brother close by? Turning around rather smugly, he starts putting away the groceries. I head to the bedroom to gather my senses and my laptop.

  I'm making sure I have the charging cord and the case when I hear a light tap on the door. I turn around to see Robert standing behind me. "Hey, I know he wanted me here to help you, but I don't think you need me. I'm going to get ready to head out soon. I have to find an apartment and try to get some work in tomorrow. Call me if you need me." He kisses the top of my head. "Butthead, you have a very good man taking care of you." He walks out of the room leaving me completely confused. Good man? What happened to this all seeming pretty crazy? Their secrets are only going to nag at me. Hopefully, when I see Isa, she can give me some clue as to what they are hiding. I make a mental note to get the logged accounts out of the way, so I can focus on finding out what's really going on.

  I set up the laptop at the dining table so I won't have to try and balance it in my lap. Theron takes a seat beside me and I show him how I login. Once the program is open, I enter the first couple transactions belonging to the first account on my list for the day. I'm not surprised when Theron takes the computer over and starts entering the logs himself. Keeping a watch over his shoulder, I make mention of any errors as they come along. We've only been at it a couple of hours, but we ended up finishing all of the logs for Monday. Hopefully it will help me get a head start on the rest of the week. Theron closes my laptop and turns me in my chair to face him. His hand softly grasps my neck, his thumb gently caressing my skin. My body immediately responds to him and my thoughts scatter. "Do you want to eat lunch with my gram? We could take something with us, or we could order in."

  "Can we order in with your gram?"

  "Of course, what would you like?"

  "Oh, I don't care. Surprise me. I need to get changed though, and try to do something with my hair. It's starting to get a mind of its own." Sliding his hand up my neck, he cups my face, his thumbs tracing my bottom lip. He leans in as if he's going to kiss my lips, but instead he places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. He's such a tease. I can tell by the smug look on his face, he knows exactly what he's doing. Standing up, he helps me from my chair. "I'm going to call out for lunch. Go get ready." He smacks me playfully on my ass as I walk away.

  Grabbing my clothes, I head to our bedroom to get ready. I'm standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing my hair when Theron takes the brush from me. I watch his gentle movements in the mirror. He takes his time brushing it, making sure to smooth it all out.

  "Do you have a hair band?" I open my makeup case and pull one out handing it to him. He brushes my hair back into a ponytail and secures it firmly with the hair band. I watch different expressions dance over his features. Happiness, sadness, loneliness and love all make a moment's stay on his face. I don't say a word. He's calm, quiet, and rather serene. He twists a couple locks of my ponytail through his fingers. "I used to brush my mom's hair for her. She always wanted to look her best, but eventually she couldn’t do it anymore, so I did it for her." My irritation with him crumbles. He's already been hurt so badly by those he's loved. I'll let him come to me when he's ready.

  Looking into his eyes in the mirror, I mouth the words I love you. He holds his palm out for me and I gladly take it as we walk out of the room. My heart is breaking for the young boy who had to grow up too early. The irritation I had with him is replaced with anger. I'm not sure if he's keeping secrets, but I am definitely sure it's his father who has made him feel so alone. I make a vow to myself to never let him hurt Theron again.

  We find Isa sitting in the library surrounded by a stack of books. She notices us and waves us over. "My lovelies, I've missed you."

  "Gram, you just saw me this morning when I came to see if you needed anything."

  "Okay, well, I missed my beautiful Eve. She's my favorite you know." Smiling, I take a seat beside her on the leather couch.

  "You are officially one of my favorite people, too." I squeeze her hand and she smiles. It hurts my heart when I noticed it's not as bright as usual.

  "What am I nothing? Do I not count?" Theron pretends to pout, but we both know better.

  "Fine, you count. Can't I just have a moment with this beautiful girl without you interrupting?" Turning to face me, she holds her hand by her mouth hiding it from Theron. "Spoiled brat." I giggle and her bright smile is back. "You are in for a treat. The gardener is coming by to trim the rose bushes today."

  "Gram, he just planted those. They are too short, to be trimmed."

  "Don't tell him that. I'm going to watch his ass bend over. I might even give him a raise if he does it with a little shake." My mouth is hanging open, once again, from this crass woman beside me. "Close your mouth dear. Theron will think your daydreaming of the gardener." I belt out a loud laugh and it echoes around the room.

  "Eve, don't encourage her." Theron runs his hand through his hair and my favorite lock falls just above his eye. Our eyes lock and everything else in the room fades away. I watch as he pushes back the lock of hair. My breathing changes and I realize I'm biting my lower lip. Isa clears her throat and I turn towards her breaking my gaze with Theron.

  "So, lunch? I'm starving. Eve, could you please help me up from here? I fear I've been sitting way too long." Offering my hand to Isa, I help her stand. The worried look on Theron's face tells me everything I need to know. She isn't doing well.

  The conversation during lunch is light. Isa nor Theron bring up my hand or his dad, which I am grateful for. I'm not sure I would able to be in the same room as that man, without wanting to throw another punch at him. After lunch, we walk into living room and relax by windows. I notice a one set of windows are actually doors that lead to a stone patio. I walk over to them to get a better view. It's absolutely breathtaking. Stone pathways wind in and out of a beautiful garden. Tulips, daffodils, and hyacinths are already starting to bloom. There's a beautifully painted bird bath with flowers surrounding it. I close my eyes and picture myself basking in the sun, sitting on the patio with a good book in my hand. I sigh.

  "Beautiful, isn't it?" Isa stands beside me smiling. Her eyes bright and alive as she gazes out the window. The love the garden brings her, shows in her smile.

  "It is. It's just gorgeous. I'm sure you enjoy it."

  "Oh, I do. More so when my husband was still around, but I still enjoy walking in the garden when the flowers bloom. It would be a beautiful place for a wedding, wouldn’t you agree?"

  "It would." I look over at Theron and he looks so sad. His eyes are lost in the gardens. I want to ask him about it, but he blinks his eyes and comes back from wherever he was. Smiling, at him I try to offer him some comfort.

  "I'm sure you two have plans and I'm rather tired. I'll have Evan see me to my room. Perhaps I'll just relax in the bath a bit."

  "Gram, I'm right here. Let me walk with you." Theron takes Isa's hand in his as they leave the room. A soft giggle escapes my lips as I watch them walk away. He turns back to look at me, but I just sweetly smile. Evan is waiting for us at the bottom of the staircase.


  Isa softly places a kiss on each of my cheeks and then does the same with Theron. "I love you both very much." We watch as Evan helps her up the stairs. Giggling, I nudge Theron motioning for him to look up. When she reaches the top, she gives us a wave and turns around revealing the word sexy in bold pink letters across her ass. Giving us a little shake, she laughs as Evan escorts her to her room. Theron rolls his eyes, but I notice the smallest of smiles hiding in the corner of his mouth. She may be bold, but he adores her. Our fingers lock together as we head back to the guest house.

  "She's not well, is she?" I ask Theron as he opens the front door.

  "No, beautiful she's not. The doctor fears her fall may have been a stroke, but she refuses to go to the hospital to have any tests ran. It's rather frustrating to be honest." Taking his hand, I lead him to our bedroom. I can't heal his gram, but I can definitely help him release some stress.

  I take off my sling and lay it on the nightstand. Turning slowly, I remove my shirt and kick my pants off to the side. I'm standing in a purple satin bra and matching panties with little bows on my hips. He hisses through his teeth as I walk towards him. Smoothing my palm out over his chest, I run my hand up the back of his neck as his mouth finds mine. His kisses travel across my lips, my jaw, and down my neck, softly nipping at my throat. A soft whimper escapes me.

  Wanting to take control, I place my hands on his as he starts to lift me. "Shirt. Take it off." He stands back and grabs the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head. His body is so perfectly cut and defined. My fingers trace his abs moving upwards to his chest. Taking a step closer to him, I lightly press my lips to his tattoo. Feeling the warmth of his skin under my lips only arouses me more. I want to ease his mind and distract him from reality for a bit. Stretching up on my toes to reach his ear with my mouth, I lightly nip at his ear and whisper, "Pants. Off."

  "So you think you have control?"

  "Yes, I do." My tongue trails along his jaw line sweeping across his lower lip. He slightly parts his lips and I invade his mouth trying to conquer his tongue with mine. Undoing the button on his pants, I slide my hands into the waistband of his boxers pushing them both to the floor. He steps out, kicking them to the side. His hands skim up my sides to my breasts, pulling and teasing my nipples into hard peaks through my satin bra. Pleasure pours through his touch heating my skin. Grasping my hips, he pulls me tightly against his body trapping his hard erection between us. I grind my hips into him. His fingers trail up my spine deftly unclasping my bra. Hooking his fingers into the straps, he slowly slides them down my arms careful to avoid hurting my hand. I step back letting my bra fall to the floor. Feeling sexy, I decide to make a show of things. I run my hands up to my breasts massaging them, teasing my nipples with my fingers. Leaning my head back, I expose my throat, moaning from the pleasure I'm giving myself.

  "Bed. Now. Lay back, bend your knees and spread those legs for me." My body reacts on instinct to his commands. He knows he has control over me. I can see it written all over his face as I spread my legs exposing myself to him. "Who has control?"

  "You do." A delicious smirk slowly forms across his face. He slowly step towards me. My heart is pounding in its cage. Blood is rushing through my body at high rates of speed. I already feel light headed and he hasn't even touched me yet.

  "Only like this, beautiful, and only with you." His hands slide up my calves, past my knees, and rest on my thighs. Leaning down with his face hovering over my wet folds, he whispers, "You want me." His warm breath prickles my exposed flesh.

  "Yes." My voice is laced with need.

  He leans his face closer, his lips almost touching my skin. I raise my hips, but his hands pin them to the mattress. "You need me."

  "Yes." My voice is but a whisper. Knowing he is so close to touching me, but holding back is torture to my senses.

  "You need to feel me." Slowly, he slides to fingers between my slick folds circling my clit with my wetness.

  "Yes."

  "You are mine." Those words light up all my senses as he thrusts his fingers deep into my pussy.

  "Yes. Yours!"

  "Good, girl." Curling up his fingers, he hits all the right nerves. My toes curl and my fists cling to the sheets twisting them in my hands. His fingers slam into me, his palm hitting my clit with every thrust. I'm losing control between the heat of his touch and the skill of his hands. "Oh. My. God. Theron!" Slowing his pace, he dragging his fingers along my nerves. It's torture. I'm a breath away from heavenly bliss and he slows down. "No! Don't stop. I'm so close." I buck my hips and he lets out a laugh.

  "Fuck me, beautiful. I love what I see. What will happen if I don't let you come?"

  I move my hands down my body towards my clit, but he grabs my wrist. I need release. "I'll die, Theron. Please, I need you, only you."

  "Always me, Beautiful, always me. Never anyone else."

  "Never." His fingers slide in and out of my pussy. Leaning down, he softly kisses my clit. His tongue swirls around my knot of nerves while his fingers curl and hit my nerves at lightning speed. My back arches, my body is damp with sweat, and I lose control. Who am I kidding? I never had control. "Ahh! Theron!" My orgasm spreads through my body, consuming me. Slowing his fingers, he drags every last bit of my orgasm out of me and I revel in it. His fingers still and my body twitches around them.

  He slides his finger out and I feel an emptiness at the loss of his touch. His swirling eyes look up at me. I watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, making sure to consume of every last drop of my orgasm. He's fucking amazing. Lifting me by my hips, he places me farther back on the bed. He's hovering over me on his hands and knees. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his face down towards mine. His lips are warm and salty from sweat mixed with my release. His love wraps me in a cocoon. I feel his hand move as he breaks the kiss and I look up. He stares into my eyes while he strokes himself before rubbing my clit with the tip of his hard cock. Watching him touch himself is so incredibly erotic.

  A sexy grin spread across his face. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream." Slamming his cock into my pussy, he lets out a moan. "Fuck!"

  "Ahh!"

  "You ready, beautiful?"

  “Yes!”

  He bends my knees and pushes them up to my chest. Resting his hands on the back of my thighs, he spreads my legs wider. He thrusts in and out of me never taking his hands off my thighs. All of his weight is hammering into my core. It's so deep, it's almost painful.

  "Fuck!" I'm at his mercy and I enjoy every second of it. He slams into me again. My insides are building into a frenzied knot. Pulling his cock out of me, he grabs me by my waist and flips me over on my stomach.

  "Spread your legs." I do as he says, but I get a smack on my ass making me moan. "Wider." Smack! I spread my legs as wide as I can. Placing a hand on the base of my neck, he pushes me into the mattress. He braces himself with his other hand on my back, his fingers wrapping around my side. He slowly slides into me. I can feel every inch of him. "You are so wet, baby. You feel like silk wrapped around my cock." He stills for a minute before picking up speed and ramming back into me. My walls clench around him. It's so rough, almost animalistic. I can hear his breath rough and fast in my ears. There's no way I can hold on. I'm absolutely lost with him.

  "Ahh! Theron!" My orgasm hits me hard sending my mind spiraling out of control. "Oh. My. Fucking. God. Yes!"

  Tightening his grip around my neck, he increases his pace. He's absolutely relentless. "Oh, Fuck! Eve!" My walls spasm around him as I feel the warmth of his release filling me. His body collapses on top of mine completely covering me. Gently pulling himself out of me, he rolls to his side. He wraps his arm around me pulling me to him. "Baby. There are no words."

  I shake my head in agreeance. Running my fingers through his damp locks, I push them out of his face. My hand skims his jawline, his dark stubble soft under my fingertips. Catching my thumb, he holds it to his mouth kissing it. I softly smile. My heart is completely filled with love for
him. I never thought I could love someone so intensely, and so completely. Closing my eyes, I press my head to his chest. He rests his chin on my forehead as I listen to his heartbeat. "I love you, Theron."

  "Beautiful, you have no idea what those words do to me. I've waited so long to be loved and to be seen for who I am. I constantly have this dream where I fall in love with an angel who makes me feel needed and wanted. She makes me feel loved. You are that angel. I love you with everything that I am. I'm so incredibly lucky to hold you in my arms. I am never letting go. I am keeping you." Tears falls from the corner of my eyes as I tightly squeeze them and nuzzle into his chest.

  Waking up with the smell of Theron wrapped around me, I open my eyes, but I find myself alone. His smell lingers on his pillow and I bury my face in it taking a deep breath. Stretching, I sit up. I feel completely worn out. It's a great feeling. I notice a pain pill and a glass of water sitting beside my sling. I roll my eyes as I pop the pill into my mouth and chase it down with the glass of water.

  My clothes have been neatly folded and are laying on top of the dresser. Grabbing my clothes, I head to the bathroom to freshen up and fix my hair. I've just finished putting on my lip gloss when I hear a light tapping on the bathroom door.

  "Come in."

  Theron opens the door and takes a seat on the countertop. "How are you feeling? Is your hand sore at all?"

  "A little. I took the pills you left me." I step between his legs, lay my hands on his knees, and run my palms up his thigh. It's like I'm under a spell and I have no control of my movements. I have to touch him, feel him.

  "Beautiful?"

  "Hmmm?" Fingers grasp my chin and bring my face to his. I melt into him as his soft lips press into mine. I've lost the ability to speak, but I want him to know how much I love and need him, so I pour myself into the kiss. His hands weave and wind into my hair, tilting my head back he breaks the kiss.