Chapter Eight
Chase
I have the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had. This woman, she’s like a fucking addiction. The best kind of whiskey that money could buy. She sits in the passenger seat, looking like I’m going to ravish her any minute.
She isn’t far wrong. If her cell phone hadn’t interrupted, those tits would have been on full display for my lips. Six months away from her was too fucking long. If she thinks I am going to back down from this, she’s in for a rude awakening.
Parking outside the building that specializes in counseling for minors, I keep the car running. It is clear to me Faye doesn’t want to talk about her sister, so I’ve not pushed the issue. Why push something like that? She’ll tell me when she’s ready; I’m not going to do that kind of shit.
Watching her all day was hard. All I wanted to do was fuck her, to take her. To find out everything about her. To know what makes her tick. She rarely smiles. I notice she is always helpful. She not only made me a cup of coffee, but coffee for the entire floor.
I noticed a couple of men watching her. I’ll keep an eye on them. They are married, but a ring doesn’t count for anything nowadays.
Kerry is the complete opposite of Faye.
She has blonde hair, which is pulled up on top of her head. She wears large clothing that is twice her size.
“If you want to walk, I don’t mind.”
“Faye, it’s late. I don’t mind getting a ride home. He’s your boss?”
“Yes.”
“Cool.”
“It’s not like that.”
“I didn’t think it was like anything.”
Faye opens the car door, and Kerry slides inside. She stays huddled in the corner of the car but gives her sister enough room to close the door.
“Hey.”
“Pleasure to meet you.”
She gives me a nod and puts her earphones in.
No music sounds, and I wonder if she’s even listening to anything.
Faye climbs inside and tells me her address.
Again, I don’t say anything.
Silence fills the car.
“I’m hungry,” Kerry says. Her voice is small as it carries from the back of the car.
“I can pull over for some takeout. There’s plenty of drive-thru places if you don’t want to eat inside.” Anything to keep Faye near me longer.
“I’m covered. I made dinner.”
“You did meatballs in the crockpot?” Kerry asks.
“Yes.”
“Awesome. Are you inviting your boss in?”
I see her clench her hand into a fist, and I smirk.
“I’m sure he’s busy.”
“I happen to love meatballs.” It’s not a lie. I’ve not had them in a long time. Meatballs are not exactly on the restaurant menu.
“Would you like to have dinner with us?”
“Sure.”
Any excuse to prolong my time with her as far as I’m concerned.
“How was school?” Faye asks.
“Good. We’re learning about boring English. Like I care what some dumbasses have in books.”
Faye rubs at her head, looking sad. “You used to love school before.”
“Yeah, well, things change. I’m listening to music now.”
I know what is going on.
I know everything, and yet I have to remain silent or give away the fact I know.
Faye doesn’t say anything for the entire drive back to the apartment. There is always a space near her place, and I park in it once again. Kerry doesn’t linger. She rushes across the street.
The seemingly happy girl I saw last night is long gone.
Faye rushes to follow her, and I keep up with her strides. It’s clear there is more to this woman. She still makes sure the door is closed and doesn’t take the elevator. Walking upstairs, she pauses outside her apartment.
“You don’t have to come inside if you don’t want to. Kerry won’t eat with me.”
“How come?”
“She’s in one of her moods, which means she’ll be listening to her music. She’ll eat food, just in her bedroom.”
“I’ve still got to eat.”
She nods, letting us both in her apartment. Again, I notice how she locks the door. There were six that I counted, each with a heavy bolt.
The apartment’s small.
It’s in a nice part of town, so she clearly went without extra space to be here.
There is already an amazing smell filling the apartment. I walk with her to the kitchen. There’s a small table that would only fit two people. Probably a good thing Kerry won’t be eating with us.
“Take a seat. Do you want some tea, coffee, water?”
“I’ll take a water.”
She pours me a glass before I watch her go to the fridge. She pulls out a bowl, and I see the pasta is already pre-cooked. She has a small microwave, which she places the pasta in. She pushes a couple of buttons, and I don’t see what she’s doing as she manipulates the slow cooker with the bubbling meatballs.
Watching her though, fills me with a sense of calm and promise. She looks so right and sexy. Each time she bends down, I see the ridge of her thong. If I’d known she was wearing them, I wouldn’t have been able to show any kind of restraint. I want her.
So much.
My cock has already started to harden.
Down, boy.
Neither of us speaks, and it’s not awkward either.
The microwave beeps, and she’s mixing the contents of one container into the other. With three plates in front of her, she serves up.
She looks tired, and I feel a little guilty that I caused that. I’d been sending her all over the building today without a thought. I like watching her walk. No support from a bra would ever stop those beauties from bouncing. Her ass is a temptation. I want it beneath me as I drive inside her. To cup the fleshy mounds and hear her moan once again.
The moment I slid inside her silken cunt, I should have known there was no way I’d be able to just have one taste.
This woman is like a fine wine, to be cherished, desired, and to have time taken with her.
Kerry appears the moment dinner is served and gives an excuse of needing to complete homework.
We’re alone again, and I’m more than happy about it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for helping the next generation and all, but Faye and I, we’ve got unfinished business.
She holds two plates in her hands as she comes toward the table. She puts one in front of me and then the other opposite before handing me a fork.
Taking it, I scoop up a meatball and have a taste.
The meat is tender and juicy, and full of flavor.
Faye’s swirling her food around the bowl, every now and then taking a bite.
I don’t like that she’s not eating.
“You’ve got to eat.”
“I am.” Her voice is so soft.
“You’ve got to eat more.” I wait a few seconds to see if she’s even heard me. She doesn’t eat more, and it annoys me. I don’t want her to be sick. “Now.”
“You’re not the boss of me here or anywhere else.”
“I’m the boss of you at work, and I need to make sure my staff is taking care of themselves.”
“I know how to take care of myself.”
“Do you? Really? From where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re having a pity party.”
“Don’t even think for a second you understand what is going on here. You don’t have a clue. You shouldn’t even be here.”
“Why?”
“It was one night. That was all it was supposed to be.”
“Well, guess what, sweetheart? That’s not all it’s going to be either.” I have another bite and watch her.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I what?” I play along. She doesn’t think I know what is going on here, but I do. I know so much, and if she even had a clue the extent of the background check I had on her, she’s probably freak out.
Nope, there’s no probably about it.
She would completely freak out.
And I would get it.
“Why are you making this so complicated? You got what you wanted.”
Sitting back in my chair, I watch her. She thinks I got what I wanted. Not a chance. Not even close.
“You’ve no idea what I’ve got. Now, eat your food. You’ll be no good to Kerry half-starved. Now, eat.” We stare at each other, and she doesn’t make a move to put a single bite in her mouth. “Do you want me to come over there, put you over my knee? I can if it’ll get you to do what I want.” I’m not really into BDSM, but just to have her curvy body over my lap with my hand on her bottom, I’m more than happy to oblige.
She glares at me, but starts to eat more food.
Good to know.
She doesn’t like the thought of being spanked.
Finishing my own food, I watch her.
I don’t like seeing her this way.
Completely withdrawn.
This isn’t why I came to her home.
Of course, I have my reasons for coming here and not all of them are in order to help her. First, I want this barrier that has been erected between us to come down. Second, I want her to trust me. I’m not going to run off and shout from the rooftops that she’s struggling. She’s twenty years old, dealing with a sister that is clearly in a bad place. I get it. She needs help.
Also, I want her again.
Simple as that.
I want her beneath me, above me, taking me deep in her pussy and to finish what we started six months ago.
With the food finished, Kerry doesn’t come back out, and Faye doesn’t make a move to go see her.
After a silent coffee, I know it’s time for me to leave.
Finishing the last drops of the shitty coffee, I stand up.
She jumps and quickly gets to her feet.
“I’m going to head out. See me to the door.”
Faye nods and walks ahead of me. I’ve got no problem with that. I like to watch, and she is a sight to behold, curvy ass and all.
With her gaze straight ahead, she doesn’t see how close I get. Just as she’s about to hit the door, I grab her arm and turn her so that she has no choice but to face me. Pressing her back against the door, I wrap my fingers around her neck, tilting her head back so she has to look at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Tell me you don’t feel this.” I press my body against hers, rubbing my rock-hard cock on her stomach. I watch as she bites into her bottom lip. The action is so tempting and sexy I can’t resist tasting.
Kissing her lips, sliding my tongue against her mouth before plunging in, I hear her gasp followed by a moan.
She’s so fucking tempting.
With my other hand, I cup her breast. They’re so soft and she’s not wearing a padded bra, so I can feel the hard bud of her nipple against my palm.
Tweaking the nipple, I rub against her.
I want inside her so badly I can taste it.
“Please,” she says, a little breathlessly.
I can’t help it. Deepening the kiss, I run a hand down her thigh to capture her knee. The skirt is too obstructive, so I lift it up to her waist and go back to lift her thigh up against mine. The movement puts my cock right near her sweet pussy, and damn, I want inside her.
She will belong to me.
I will own this body. It’s just a matter of time.
With every ounce of strength I can muster, I kiss her one final time and take a step back.
“Tell me you’re not wet right now. That you don’t want me to take you to bed and fuck you so hard you can’t think straight.” Keeping both hands on her face, I smile down at her. “Because if you can, then I’ll walk away and never bother you again. We both know that you want me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With that, I move her out of the way of the door, open it, and leave.