by Ethan Egorov
“Please, Emily. I want you to stay.” I lower my voice.
She pulls back and smiles at me softly.
“Okay.”
I smile.
“But you need to tell me in advance. I have hair products and face soap that I need.” She says. I laugh at her but agree.
“Fine. But your face is perfect.”
“Hence, the face soap. It’s a simple concept, Kit.” She shakes her head at me.
I laugh and hug her back to me. We settle in for more of the movie and once it’s over I can tell that she is tired. She wakes up a lot earlier than me and I feel bad for her, but she is pretty cute when she’s sleepy.
I talk her into a relaxing shower and promise no funny business. We just soap each other down and enjoy the feel of each other. I like taking care of her, even the small things. Especially when I get to roam my hands over every inch of her perfect body, massage her tits and her ass.
“This is what I call funny business, Kit.” She murmurs against my chest. I laugh and get myself to stop. We rinse off just before the hot water runs out and then we towel off.
We climb into bed naked and as I hold her, close to the edge of sleep, I get this heavy feeling in my chest I have never gotten before. One that I couldn’t explain if I tried. Only to say that if I didn’t have Emily in my life, I don’t know what I’d do. The person I was before her didn’t care about other people’s feelings that much, only tried to be honest. But now I know that it’s more than that. It’s about trust, and I don’t think I’ve ever trusted anyone else besides my sister. Not enough to tell them about my parents and not wanting to take over the company for myself. Not wanting to move on from the current comfort in my life. But if change is Emily, I think I can handle a bit more of it.
“Kit… Kit. Wake up.”
I feel Emily’s fingers pressed to my face, dragging across my two-day stubble and over my lips. She makes funny shapes with them as I groan. My body is telling me that it’s early as shit. Maybe she could have stayed home, I think for a second and then change my mind as her tits press on my chest.
“What?” I nip at her finger, my eyes still closed. I can feel that the sun is out and shining through the window, we’ve had a bout of rain and could use some sunshine.
“What’s your real name?” She giggles.
I grin and open my eyes groggily, “Nice try.” I sit up and rub at my eyes. “Why are you awake so early?” I glance at the clock that says it’s only seven in the morning. Fuck me.
“Because this is when I wake up. You asked for it.” She pulls back the covers and sits back on her heels, baring her naked body to me.
My morning wood turns to a real hard on and my skin heats up.
“Yeah, I did.”
Her eyes go to my erect cock against my stomach and I chuckle.
“Are you ever not turned on?” She giggles.
I shake my head.
She rolls her eyes and gets out of bed, going to the bathroom. I take the opportunity to check my phone and get my head right. There is nothing from the guys, last I checked the Devil’s Princes called a meeting with Rafe but that’s about it.
But Amy did text me about the corporate meeting on Monday. I totally forgot about that and the thought of going makes me sick. I only do it because I loved my parents and they would want me to do it. But running the whole thing is a completely different circumstance. Emily comes out of the bathroom and puts one of my shirts on. It fits her like a dress and leaves a lot of her legs bare. I smile at her, the way she appears and just makes everything better. I put my phone down and turn my attention to her.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I ask her.
She comes and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Waffles. And fruit.” She combs my hair back and kisses my forehead. She smells like mint and the scent of her shampoo still traced in her hair. I inhale her greedily and hug her close. She squeals when I start tickling her stomach and lay her down.
“I want you.” I kiss her hard, my tongue driving with hers as I deepen the kiss.
She wraps her legs around me and runs her hot pussy over my cock. I shudder and break the kiss, breathing against her. I grip her tits over the shirt and rub my palms over her nipples. Her body wiggles under me as I continue, running the tip of my cock over her. The piercing hits against her nub and I know it makes her crazy. Last night was the first time I went bareback with anyone. I’m glad it was her because the wait was fucking worth it.
“Fuck me, Kit.” She rakes her nails down my chest and then drags over to grip my ass, bringing me closer to her.
“Fuck yes,” I pull back and watch my cock sink inside her pink sweetness. She moans loudly and it hits my ears, but I lean down and kiss over her mouth.
“Shh, baby. My sister might be here.”
Her lips purse as she breathes deeply. I thrust all the way into her, so I feel her walls clamp around me tighter. I pull out and know exactly when I hit the hood of her clit, she trembles and her hips rock against me.
I bury my face in her neck as I nibble at her skin and fall into a rhythm. But from the way she grabs at me, meets my thrusts, I know she wants it harder. I lift up her hips and pull back, taking control of my thrusts. Her breasts bob under my shirt and somehow seeing them this way is even hotter, her pebbled nipples fighting the fabric.
“Oh god…” She whispers and bites down on her lip. I know she likes to be loud, it’s like torture to be quiet. But I at least try to be respectful. Still, Emily makes me fucking crazy. I growl and go faster, feeling her close to the edge right in front of me. I about lose it when she reaches down and rubs her clit, her blue painted nails rubbing over herself. Soon she erupts into an orgasm that takes her whole body with it.
Her eyes roll back into her head as her jaw goes slack, a small whimper escapes her as she keeps the rest down. I follow soon after her, buried deep inside her as I come. I thought I won the lottery when she agreed to suck me off, but to be on the pill, too, is even fucking better. I watch my liquid seep out of her before I collapse on the bed.
“Fuck, I think I’m going to fall back asleep.” I breathe deeply, my eyes closed as I’m in a land of serenity with Emily.
She giggles and snuggles up next to me, kissing my forehead.
“Me too.”
15
Emily
I wake up for the second time today happier than the first. Kit has his arms wrapped around me; the muscles tight in his sleep. I’m glad he talked me into staying because the way he holds me is incomparable. Even in his sleep, he holds me like he doesn’t want to let me go. I have never had that before and I think that’s what scares me the most. I can’t put my finger on it yet, but the feelings I have for him are so consuming sometimes I can’t move. Can’t even breathe. Like right now. But that’s just because he rolled over onto me in his sleep too.
His body is incredibly hot, not just visually. My skin is sheened with sweat when I roll out from under him, but that could just be from our bout of morning sex too. That would be enough to convince me to stay over anytime. I make my way to the bathroom and take a lukewarm shower; it calms my body down and I can think straight again. I seem to always be in some sort of haze around Kit because he’s so distracting. After that, I get out and put on another one of his shirts. Even though I didn’t pack an overnight bag, I’ve learned to carry spare panties, so I put those on, too. He is still asleep when I check my phone for any new messages. I only get one from the nurse saying that my dad is feeling good today and from one of the mom’s whose kid I teach, thanking me for helping her son pass his test. It’s not like I helped him that way, I just taught him. But he didn’t do very well in the school setting, so he had to be homeschooled, I got a lot of those kind of students sometimes.
I wait for Kit to start stirring awake because I don’t want to walk around his house and accidentally run into his sister again, but he seems to be really out of it. He isn’t a morning person at all. I noticed that after h
e wouldn’t call or text until after noon. At first, I thought he was just waiting a long time on purpose, but my day starts five hours before his, so it makes sense.
Eventually I get bored of waiting and set off anyway. His room is at the end of a long hall, painted a tan color and lined with family photos. They seem happy enough, before I notice that they are all staged photos in matching clothes. My dad and I have pictures everywhere, but they’re of me playing in the backyard with the hose or working in his garage with him. I feel bad for Kit, he never really got to have that family unit thing. Only with Amy, but I’m sure they get lonely in this big house by their selves. Seriously, it’s huge. And I haven’t even seen all of it. Kit mentioned a theater room, but we didn’t exactly make it there all the times I have been here. I at least know my way back to the kitchen, though, and I start myself a pot of coffee because I’m looking forward to the waffles that Kit will make.
There is a knock at the door that surprises me and makes me spill creamer all over the counter.
“Crap,” I mutter to myself and throw a towel over it. I can’t tell if Amy is home or not, but someone knocks again rather heavily, and I move to answer it before I even think.
It’s not my house, I probably shouldn’t be. But Kit nearly swung at me for even waking him up. I don’t want him to be disturbed again.
“Yes?” I swing the door open and am faced with an older man in a suit, his graying hair is slicked back, and he looks like something off those real estate shows on tv.
“Hi. You’re not Amy.”
“No, I’m not.” I cross my arms and wish I threw something on over this shirt. He is holding a thick manila folder in his hands and his smile is condescending.
“She’s not in.”
“That’s fine. I’m looking for Christian.”
I furrow my brow in confusion until I think of the only other owner of the house.
“He’s asleep.”
The man looks me from head to toe and I almost shut the door in his face in response. “Oh, that makes sense. Can you give this to him?” He hands me the folder and I eye it skeptically.
“No, sorry. I don’t live here.” I try and shut the door, but he stops me.
“It’s important, miss.” He narrows his eyes and an odd chill runs down my back at his look. Whoever this guy is has some serious secrecy going on, I wish I hadn’t answered the door. He shoves the folder my way again and I look down at it, it’s unmarked and could be a wad of cash for all I know.
“It’s about the Valley Country Neighborhood he asked about.”
“Valley Country?” My heart stops. That’s the neighborhood I live in. Why would he have asked about that? I ask myself, but don’t come up with any plausible answers. The man just shoves the folder my way again and this time I take it just so he will leave.
“Have a good day.” His eyes drop to my legs again and I slam the door shut.
The folder feels heavy in my hands. I know that it isn’t any of my business, but the curiosity kills me. Still, I set it down on the counter and go sip at my coffee as my brain racks all the possibilities. I wonder why he would even want to know about where I live, what difference does it makes to him. I know his family is in construction but that still doesn’t add up. My dad bought our house off someone else when I was ten but that doesn’t give me any answers either. The coffee just makes my heart race and I push it away half finished.
Eventually I hear heavy footsteps over the landing and then Kit appears in the archway, shirtless in his green boxers.
“Morning. Again.” He grins at me. It calms me naturally and I smile back, even though there are still a thousand questions running through my head.
“Hi.” I moisten my lips and chew on my bottom lip with my nerves.
“Someone came asking for you. They left that.” I point to the folder. He pushes off the door frame and frowns at it.
“Who was it?” He asks.
“Um, he didn’t say. He was tall and had graying hair. Had a suit on.” I say. I didn’t even think to ask for his name, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t have told me anyway. The way he was looking at me was question enough.
“Oh. That’s my uncle.” He lifts the folder and peers inside, turning his lips down.
“Your uncle?” I perk up in confusion. He chuckles once and nods, setting it back on the counter like he doesn’t care about it. The sudden tension in his shoulders tells me he does, though, and the little frown line he gets between his brows.
“Yeah, my dad’s brother.” He starts moving around the kitchen like nothing happened, grabbing bowls and mixing up his protein shake.
“I didn’t know you had an uncle.”
“Yeah, we tend to pretend he doesn’t exist. He more or less doesn’t.” He laughs once and I wonder how he can be so casual about this. The question keeps slipping to my tongue, but I can’t quite word it. We haven’t disagreed on anything more important than dinner and I don’t want this to be the first time that we do.
“He didn’t take you two in after your parents died?” I ask in surprise.
“Nope.” He has his back turned to me as he plugs in the waffle maker. I’m surprised he remembered then again it isn’t much of a surprise. Kit isn’t a very forgetful person, and he is very intentional. So, if he asked about my neighborhood it was for a reason.
“Oh. Sorry.”
“That’s okay. He is a total asshole if you didn’t notice.”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, opening them back to the bright lights of his kitchen and his back and he whisks the waffle batter.
“I noticed.” I murmur.
Kit doesn’t seem like a bad guy; I don’t think he’d do anything to hurt me. Then again, I haven’t known him all that long, but with us, time never seemed to matter. I trust him, and don’t know why. But that still doesn’t explain anything for me.
“Kit?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat.
He turns and faces me, “What’s up?” His brows raise like he doesn’t know at all or suspect that I would know.
“He said you asked him about the neighborhood I live in. Why?” My voice is softer than usual when I am talking to him.
His half smile falls, and he crosses his arms as he inhales a deep breath. He starts and stops a few times before he actually lands on something.
“They were talking about redeveloping the area a few years back. I wanted to make sure they tabled the idea.” He answers.
I frown in confusion, “Why?” I ask him. It can’t be just because I live there. That wouldn’t make much sense at all. It’s full of other houses, too.
“Because if they redevelop…” He trails off. “You ever have someone knock on your door and ask if you’re selling your house?” He asks, walking over to me. I shake my head. He leans on the counter in front of me, his eyes focusing on mine.
“That’s because Clemens Construction, my family’s company, owns the neighborhood. If you ever tried to sell your house, it would have to go through one of our brokers so we still get a profit from it.”
“Okay…” I wish I was smart enough to see where he was going with this, but my knowledge extends to elementary education and a little psychology. That’s it.
“So, if they tried to redevelop, it wouldn’t do them any good to buy you out, they’d lose money. They would just resell the land to another company that can legally get rid of you. After I saw where you lived, I told my uncle that the board should table the idea.” He finishes. I stare at him for a second, though, as I process what he is saying.
I thought it would be something bad, but now I don’t even know what that bad thing could be.
It only sounds like he was doing something nice for me. Something a lot of people probably wouldn’t.
“I guess I should say thank you.” I sniff and notice the waffle iron is too hot with no batter on it. “Well don’t burn your house down.” I remind him and he jumps into action.
“Anyway, I planned on telling you I just didn�
��t really know how. There isn’t ever a good time to get into that kind of stuff.” He talks over himself as he works.
“What’s in the folder then?” I ask him.
He turns and shrugs, “Oh nothing, probably just the quarterly reports.”
“You made a face.” I say. He purses his lips at me and rolls his eyes. I shake my head at him, not backing down. He gets a break, though, to check on the waffle. He removes it and pours another batch on. And he doesn’t really answer me until we sit down to eat. At least he remembered my fruit.
“My uncle wants to run the company and buy me out.” He says.
“But you don’t want to.” I thought as much. He finishes chewing and turns to me.
“Well sure I don’t want to, but it was my parents’ company, not his. So, I kind of have to.”
“You don’t have to do something you don’t want to do.” I rest my hand on his knee. He nods once and his eyes pass from mine.
“I know. But I’ve been thinking about it for a while and wanting to do it isn’t really the issue.” He sighs. “My uncle put my shares of the company and the paperwork on selling your neighborhood in there. That’s why I made a face.” He leans back and pushes his half-eaten plate away. Kit always finishes his food, and if he lost his appetite, he must be pretty upset.
But I feel upset for him, too, the fact that he had to go through this. I’m not sure if he should have told me his family’s company owns my neighborhood but if they are trying to sell it and leave me homeless, I guess a heads up would have been okay. If his uncle never came, I wonder if he would have ever told me about it in the first place.
“So, he’s threatening to buy you out if you don’t let them…” I barely finish before he nods. I sigh and shake my head at the whole thing.
“But he’s your family. Why would he do that to you?” My voice draws. It sounds completely unorthodox and I just feel for him.
“Money.” He frowns. “I don’t want that to happen to me, if I take over. It’s why him and my dad never got along, and they’re brothers. They were always fighting over how to run the company and my dad just shoved him out. But then he died, and I never wanted anything to do with it, so now he’s the CEO. But I still have the biggest share, they can’t do anything without my approval.” He explains. I force myself not to gawk at the smart business side of him that’s incredibly attractive and focus on the situation at hand.