Page 51 of Only Ever Yours
“You’re fucking kidding, Jay?” My mouth would be hanging open right now if I weren’t shoveling spoons full of cereal in.
“I’m not fucking kidding, Ellie. You’re not bringing some motherfucker back to my house to fuck them.”
I huff my laugh. “Jaydon, I have a boyfriend… it wouldn’t be some random person.”
“I don’t give a fuck, Ellie,” he snaps, “no overnight guests.”
His hard stare burns into me.
Fine. Two can play that game.
“Okay then, that’s rule number one on my list also. So you can’t have any overnight guests, either.”
“It’s my house, Peachy… I can do what I want.” He pins me with a cocky glare.
“Jaydon. That’s not how this is gonna work. If I can’t have anyone stay over, then neither can you. I don’t want to hear you fucking some random when I have to be at work the next morning.”
He bites his lip to hide his grin and slowly rubs a hand across his bare chest. “Alright then, deal.” He continues on, looking at his list. “Rule number two… no eating my candy. Specifically, my Sno-Caps.”
I bust out laughing at that one. “Are you serious right now, Jay?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking serious, Ellie. Don’t touch my Sno-Caps.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Whatever. That's so immature. I can’t believe you’re serious… but okay. What’s next on your list?”
“Hmm… ahh, yes, rule number three… You have to make dinner at least once a week, for both of us to enjoy.”
“You’re ridiculous. I can’t eat your candy, but I have to make you dinner once a week?”
“Exactly… rules are rules, Peachy.”
Sitting my empty bowl down on the coffee table, I spin to face him, “Okay, well then you have to make us dinner at least once a week as well.” He grunts a displeased laugh. “Rules are rules, Jay.”
“Alright, deal. What else is on your list?” He raises an eyebrow.
Tapping my finger on my lips, I think for a second. “Hmm… oh! You have to wear clothes around the house. You can’t walk around here without a shirt on.” I wave my hand towards him, then grab my bowl and stand.
“Oh, come the fuck on, Ellie… did youevenhave a list?”
“Well, no, but I do now,” I smirk when I pass by him, feeling damn proud of myself on my way over to the sink to wash my bowl.
“Okay, well… what if Idowalk around without a shirt on?”
I grab the sponge and turn on the water, letting it warm up.
“We just made rules, Jay, so you have to abide by them.”
His scent surrounds me before I even hear him. I know he's close—too close.
Then I feel him, standing right behind me at the sink.
My hands freeze, and now I’ve forgotten what I was even standing here doing. He presses his bare chest into my back, and my pelvic bone presses into the counter. His strong arms go around me, caging me in. Then his hands slide down the length of my arms, caressing them until they slip beneath the hot dishwater. Large fingers find mine, and he slowly takes the bowl and sponge from my hands.
All I can think about is the heat from his strong body pressed into mine. My heart is racing, waiting for him to speak, for his next move. I’m not sure, but the suspense is killing me.
He slowly starts washing out the bowl I used, like it’s the most normal thing in the world, while I stand here, a total mess and frozen in place by his touch.
My pussy was already throbbing before from the mere sight of him. But now, feeling his solid muscles pressed against my back, it's making me drip, and I’m worried he might smell my arousal.
