“How about anywhere I want.” It’s not a question.
“Listen. Can you just come by after you take a shower so we can talk about this?”
“If we’re gonna talk then, yes. If you’re planning on delivering a lecture, then no.”
I hear him breathe out hard and then footfalls as he walks away.
There’s a bit of noise in the doorway area and then I hear his door across the hall open and close just before Lachlan closes his.
My brother didn’t slam his door so at least he has his emotions under control.
The question is, are mine?
Not just when it comes to my brother, but when it comes to what just happened between Lachlan and I?
CHAPTER 12
Elena
“Why did you come here?” my brother asks just as soon as I get the door closed behind me.
“Wow, so you want to start out like that, huh?”
“I want to know why you came here?”
“I came here to surprise you,” I say, holding back the bigger reason.
“Okay, well, you surprised me. You can go home now.”
I shake my head as a scowl overtakes my face. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with you? You came all the way down here to try and get with Lachlan.”
“I never said that.”
“You don’t have to, your actions speak way louder than words.”
“I didn’t say I came here for that, and even if I did so what?”
“So what? The plan was I’m going to compete in this contest, win the damn thing and get on the surf tour and get the money we need to get out of our situation back in North Carolina.”
“Well, while you’re trying to win the contest, and I’m all for it, especially you chasing your hopes and dreams, I’m holding the fort down back home all by myself. Right now the only money coming in is coming in due to my hard work, not yours. If it weren’t for me the lights wouldn’t even be on right now.”
“Me not being there keeps all that stuff cheap.”
“You not being there makes it a hell of a lot easier because you’re not treating me like a kid like you are right now!” I huff. “Who says we have to even make it work there? You obviously like it here. Why don’t we just live here?”
“Immigrate to Australia, just like that?”
“They have a liberal immigration policy. We could enroll in college, get jobs, and try and make something of our lives. If we sell the house we might even get enough to pay off the balance. Then we can start here fresh.”
“You’ve considered this?” He looks at me with disbelief.
“Not really, but the thought has gone through my mind. I don’t want to be stuck in a kitchen for the rest of my life. Is that what you want for me?”
His eyes close and he stumbles back to the couch, collapsing into it. I move toward him and can’t help but falling into the couch next to him, wrapping my arms around him. “I know it’s been tough since mom and dad died, but we’re going to be okay.”
“I know,” he says, trying to pull himself together. “It’s just not easy.”
“It will just make it that much more rewarding when we succeed.” I pause. “Look, I know you make a lot more than I do because you get all those tips that I don’t, and I appreciate that you contribute more money than I do when it comes to keeping us afloat back home. Without your tip money we’d have been on the street long ago, but let’s stop struggling, or if we are going to let’s at least do it in paradise.”
“In Australia?”
“Why not?”
“What’s this whole thing about with Lachlan?”
“What thing with Lachlan?”
“Come on. I know you came here to see him.”
“That’s not true…entirely.”
“I knew it. Just get out,” he says, standing and pulling his body away from mine.
“Eric, come on.”
“Out.” He’s pointing at the door, then pauses, moving toward my suitcase and dragging it into the hallway. He knocks on Lachlan’s door and he opens it almost immediately. Was he sitting right there listening? What did he hear?
“She’s yours now. Enjoy.” He storms back into his apartment and points at me to leave.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.” I say.
“It’s obviously what you want so just go.”
“What’s wrong with you, Eric?” Lachlan says, his body moving through the doorway. Seeing him calms me immediately.
“She obviously wants to be over there with you so why prevent her.”
“She said that?” Lachlan asks, turning to me in time that I see his entire face light up.
“Oh my god. This is exactly what I’m talking about. Out! Both of you.”
I get up and walk away, making sure not to make eye contact with my brother.
I hate the way this is all happening, but if I’m honest with myself it is what I want. That and I know this will blow over soon enough.
I think.
The door slams behind us, and we both look back at it.
“I should try and cheer him up,” Lachlan says.
“Don’t.” I reach out and grab his arm before he can knock on the door. Instinctively he stops and turns back toward me. “When he’s like this he’s better by himself.”
“This happens often? I never—“
I raise my index finger to my lips and motion with my head back towards Lachlan’s place.
I give him a tug and we enter his apartment and close the door behind us, but this isn’t one of those scenes where the movie fades to black and you’re supposed to guess the kind of naughty things the two lead characters are doing.
Anything but. I feel solemn and sad and more than anything I need a hug.
Lachlan seems to pick up on it instantly and he pulls me in close and guides me to the couch.
“I’ve got some Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer.”
I just nod against his chest as the tears rain down.
CHAPTER 13
Lachlan
Over the next hour or so, not that I’m looking at the clock, Elena proceeds to tell me more about their life back home.
I’m not sure if Eric was too proud to tell me, or embarrassed, or exactly what, but he never led on that things were as bad as they were.
These two are barely scraping by…barely…and I want to do anything I can to help them.
Eric has been a true friend to me and I want to be a friend to him in any way I can. Elena assures me he won’t take money, and if he figures out I’m even trying to give him money, pay bills for them back in North Carolina or anything like that, he’ll blow up.
She tells me how great he was before their parent’s accident and then how stressed out he’s been since. She explains how they had no idea how expensive it would be to settle everything just because there wasn’t a will in place. It seems like with two kids who were ready to split everything right down the middle it would be pretty straightforward. In reality it turned out to be about as straightforward as anything bureaucratic in the world, and that also means costly.
The whole time she’s talking all I can think about is how to help them. I’m definitely listening, but my brain is also moving a mile a minute too.
I’m feeling less angry at Eric, and more sympathetic for him…or is it empathetic? I always get the two confused.
But the protector gene in me is also coming out strong, and I want to make Elena’s life easier and better. That’s because I want to make her mine, and it has nothing to do with her situation and everything to do with her.
I want her for her, and being able to be her hero is just an added bonus.
Of course she’s a strong woman, which is one of the reasons I’m so attracted to her, and she won’t let me be her hero. She wants to do it all herself. It’s sexy as hell and frustrating at the same time.
The more she talks the more cathartic it seems. And the more ice cream we have the more
the conversation gets lighter…and the more my cock gets harder.
“What’s this?” she says, tapping the shorts I slid into with the bottom of her ice cream spoon.
“Ow!” I say bending forward.
“It’s that sensitive?”
“Have you looked in a mirror recently?”
“Awww,” she says, and puts her ice cream down and gives me a hug which presses her breasts right up against me.
I can’t fight it anymore.
Our heads move like a couple of birds you see in a tree nuzzling just before the male mounts the female.
But I don’t mount her…yet.
The side of my head slides along the side of her neck before finding her cheek and then my lips graze across hers. Her mouth parts slightly and my mouth finds hers, claiming it as I fall onto my back, with her on top.
I may have just found this woman this morning, but dammit if I’m ever letting her go.
She’s mine now, and the urge to take her to my bed and explore every inch of her body is beyond overwhelming.
“I have to warn you what happens if this goes any further,” I growl, my voice rougher and hungrier than it’s ever been before.
“Tell me.”
“Either we stop now, or at least try, or else I’m going to turn into a primal beast, completely unstoppable tonight and into tomorrow, and not just then. Forever.”
Her lips part and a noise comes out, but it’s barely distinguishable as human.
“I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop.”
“I’m serious, Elena.” I grab her shoulders and sit her up vertically. I don’t want our bodies touching while I say this. I need some separation so her mind can actually think. “I need you to understand what you’re signing up for here.”
“I know what I’m signing up for…as a matter of fact I came here…ready for anything.”
I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I don’t care. All I care is she said she’s ready, and I’m way past ready.
“You better hang on tight then, because there’s no going back.”
I reach one hand up towards her chest but my fingers wrap around nothing.
“I just have to warn you of one thing.”
“What.” My cock is roaring and my muscles are flexing. She’s lucky she stopped me when she did because once I put my hand on her I would have been a goner. Hell, I already am, but at least I have a few more seconds of sanity, of civility, left inside me.
“I’ve…this is my…”
My top teeth grind against my bottom as I understand what she’s trying to say, but I don’t interrupt. I want her to say it. I need her to say it. I want her to set me off…let me out of my cage.
“You’ll be my first.”
“And only.”
I grab her hips possessively and slide sideways and up until I’m in a seated position, claiming her lips with mine.
Her hands grab my back and I stand, moving over toward the window.
“Your only,” I growl into her ear as I cover her neck in kisses, my dick hard as a rock and her nipples just as hard, pressing against my chest.
“You’re ready for me.”
“I’ve been waiting my entire life.”
I claim her mouth again hard, moving toward the floor to ceiling glass. The view of the city outside is breathtaking, but nothing is better than the site of what’s right in front of me…what my eyes are locked in on completely.
Her.
“Please, Lachlan. Claim me. Make me yours.”
Her back makes contact with the glass and I grab for the bottom of her shirt, yanking it up and over her head.
Her arms extend so I can get the shirt off, and it gives me the perfect chance to claim her chest with my mouth.
I flick her nipples and swirl my tongue around the taut expressions of her desire, my own throbbing in my shorts.
I carefully place her feet on the floor and slowly slide out of my clothes as I watch her bend over, stick her ass out, and slide out of my boxer briefs.
Mine. Just like she’s about to become.
Her body swings around and she practically throws herself into the glass.
“Touch yourself,” I demand.
I pull off my own underwear and my cock springs free, it’s intention focused solely on one thing. Filling her completely.
She slides two fingers into her mouth and my abdominals clench like I’m doing hanging sit ups. They’re that damn tight.
She runs her fingers in a circle over the top of her clit as her stance widens and my dick hardens to a point where I’m scared for her safety.
How will I ever get this fucker inside her without killing her?
“Rub that pussy which belongs to me now,” I order and she complies.
“I want to see you stroke your cock,” she says, confidently.
Seeing her come out of her shell, feeling comfortable in my place to the point where she can voice her own desires is sexy as fuck. And I’m happy to comply.
I grab my dick and stroke it root to tip as I take in the sight of her.
Suddenly we both take a step toward the other and our two bodies collide as my lips claim hers again, but the intensity with which I moved toward her sends us back toward the glass.
I spin on the ball of my heel and my back slams into the giant window. It shakes and I feel it move behind me, but it does nothing to stop the oncoming tsunami.
Before the glass even stilled I grab her hips and flip her around, her hands slamming into the window, her ass sticking out.
My hand crashes down hard on her and I move in, my dick slicing through her folds.
She’s dripping wet…for me.
“You’re ready,” I moan into her ear.
“I’ve been ready. Now take what’s yours.”
I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her hole and rub it through her folds, coating my crown as the nerve endings in my rod “go Richter.”
“Please, Lachlan. Slide your big, thick, cock inside me and make me yours.”
“Push your ass out, beautiful.”
She arches her lower back so much that it’s practically horizontal, not that her ass ever would be. The curve could bring any man to his knees, but it will only ever be this one. Me, the only man who will ever see her like this.
I fist her hair and look up, seeing our reflection in the glass, not even thinking about the priceless view outside. This moment is beyond priceless.
The city will always be here. Her first time, and our first time together, can be only once.
She pushes back into me, practically sending my dick inside her, but I pull my hips back.
“You’re so ready for me, and I’m so ready to give it to you.”
“No more talking. Fill me with your cock.”
“Oh, I’m going to fill you all right. First with my cock and then with my seed. And then most importantly…my child.”
I thrust forward and slide all the way into her with one stroke.
CHAPTER 14
Elena
My demands for his dick have turned him on to the point where he gave it all to me at once.
My breath catches and it feels like all the air has been let out of me as he completely fills me with his dick.
He’s too big, too thick, and too damn perfect.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop. I needed you too much.”
“No, don’t ever be sorry for taking what’s yours. But can you pull out slowly? I want to feel everything.”
He does exactly that as I press my palms so hard against the glass I feel like I’m going to push it forward and onto the ground below.
But I can feel its thickness, just like the thickness that slides out of me, but never leaves completely. He keeps the head just inside me before working his way back in.
He tugs my hair again, pulling my head back and to the side as my eyes close. Every sense in my body is heightened, especially my scent, which smells nothing other than the den
se fog of sex which envelops the room.
“Please, Lachlan. I know what you want to do and I want it too.”
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