Chapter 18
Sam
Three weeks later. Moving Day.
Crawling over the stacks of brown boxes in Eve’s kitchen to find my water bottle proves to be quite a challenge. The apartment is pretty small, so we managed to pack everything in a couple of days and there are boxes everywhere. She doesn’t really need all this stuff, since I have everything at my place already, but she insisted on bringing some of it. The rest is going to an organization called PREP. Families transitioning from homelessness can shop (for free) in their thrift store one day a week, and the rest of the store hours are open to the public. The proceeds benefit those same families. It’s a great place and mostly volunteer run, so I’m happy to do the manual labor to help her donate. She insisted we do the packing ourselves, rather than hiring a moving company to do it, though we do have movers coming soon to get the boxes out. Not my first choice, since her outfit makes me think of a hundred other things we could be doing right now.
Her athletic top bares her toned shoulders and arms. Her sports bra squeezes her tits together so much, I want to lift it up and tease those gorgeous nipples. Her shorts are… well, short. When she bends down to lift something, I swear I can see the place I want to burrow into right now. I can hardly wait to get her alone when the moving is done, so we can christen every surface of my… our place together. I better tone down my thoughts or I’ll never make it through the day, but first I catch her on her way back to the bedroom.
“You look hot in this.” I blow gently in her ear and trace the edge of her sports bra, right where her breast bulges over a little.
“What? You’ve got to be kidding me. I need a shower already. It’s hot.”
“You don’t even know, do you?” I circle her flattened nipple through her shirt and bra. “Everything you do makes me want to pin you down and play with your body.” I whisper in her ear, but my lips never touch her. “When you’re finally in my house, I’m gonna make you scream any time, any place I want, so be prepared.”
She fingers me through my tented shorts, my cock long and stretched toward her. “Right now. Do it now.”
“Nope. Not now. I want you to be hard for me all day, just like I am for you. I want you wet and waiting for me later tonight.” I lace my fingers over hers, which are now kneading my balls. “All day, I want you to think about how this will fill you up and make you come,” I say as our hands stroke me through the material. “Trust me. I’ll be thinking about it too.”
“Just a quickie, come on.”
“You can do it.”
I pull away from her when there’s a knock at the door, and a long, drawn-out moan escapes her. It takes a few deep breaths before my boner softens a little and I can answer the door. I show the movers around since Eve has disappeared into the bedroom. She better not be taking care of herself in there. I want her good and needy for later.
The movers and I grab a few boxes and make a trip down to the truck. After handing off the two boxes of books I carried down to the truck, I turn around and see a figure duck between two buildings a half block away.
On the sidewalk, I take out my phone and pretend to look at it when I’m really searching for Ricardo’s car. I asked him to stay on duty today even though I’m here, since I’ll be busy. The sooner Eve is moved in, the sooner we can all be together where I can better protect her.
When I turn to run back into the building, I run right into my sister.
“Sarah,” I say, surprised.
“Hey! I heard it was a big day and I was in town, so I thought I’d stop by.”
“How’d you get this address?” I ask, knowing Eve’s address is unlisted.
“I heard your girlfriend was moving in, Sam.” She shakes her head. “I got her address from Mom and Dad.” She tsks as though I’m still a kid. “And I just gotta say, this could mean irreparable damage to your reputation and your ability to effectively run the business. Our business, goddamn it. We’ve turned this thing into an empire, and now you’re acting irresponsibly because you’re thinking with your dick.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I say, wiping my sweaty brow with the back of my hand. “You have no idea what you’re saying. Besides, you might do the books, but the rest is mine. My fucking empire, to use your word. So don’t threaten me.”
“I’m not threatening you; I’m looking out for you. And we’ll see what Mom and Dad have to say about your attitude.” She seethes, squinting at me. “You’ve always wanted me out. From day one. This situation will not be your excuse.”
“This is not a situation! This is my new family. She’s not who you think she is. You’re wrong. And I do not want you out. It’s a family business.”
“I Googled. I did my research. Unlike you.”
Of course. I’m not surprised. Sarah Googles everything.
“She comes from an affluent family. They’ve got money. I’m not so worried about her being after ours”—she shakes her head and corrects herself—“yours anymore, but I’m just worried about you, little bro.” She brushes a blond lock of hair out of her eyes.
“I know, but you don’t have to be. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but the things you say about Eve are spiteful and almost prejudiced. That’s not like you, and it’s definitely not the way Mom and Dad raised us.”
She puts her hands on her hips and sighs. It takes her a minute, but she shifts her weight from one foot to the other and says, “Ever since Stacey died, I’ve been ultra-sensitive, I guess. I miss my baby sister, and I’m not sure… you don’t know this, but Mom and Dad did. When Stacey was diagnosed, she was dating a black guy.” She takes a deep breath and blows it out softly, looking as though she’s about to cry. My sister never cries. “As soon as he found out it was terminal, he took off. They hadn’t been dating for very long, but she thought he was the one, you know? It broke her. I always wondered if… maybe she’d have lasted longer… they say you can lose the will to live, right?” She holds her fist up to her closed lips.
I touch her arm and her shoulders shudder as she weeps. I put my arms around her. She keeps her arms crossed but lays her head on my arm.
“She was devastated, and he left her. It was a horrible thing to do.” She wipes her eyes, pulling away from me. “I mean, I realize any guy could have done that, but this guy was poor. Stacey didn’t care because that’s how she was. She appreciated people for who they were. She paid for everything. She even co-signed on a car for him. And then he just takes off like that? When she was dying, Sam! She was such a good person, and he left her.”
“Sounds like Stacey. You’re right, I didn’t know any of that.” I say. “But Eve isn’t like that. Don’t worry about me. I’ve got this, okay?”
She shakes her head as though she doesn’t believe me, but she says, “Okay. Just maybe consider a prenup if you get married? Or a lease now that she’s moving in? I mean, you should do that with whoever you end up with.”
I laugh. “You’re such a firstborn.”
“You’re such a hopeless romantic.” She rolls her eyes, and we laugh together.