“She doesn’t know what she’s missing,” she says in a decidedly odd tone, lowering her eyes toward the floor. “Or how lucky she is to have you.”
I keep still wanting to thank her again for helping me out, but she’s quick to wave goodbye without saying a word, leaving me alone in the room.
***
The curtains are open, sun filtering through the apartment with the smell of coffee lingering in the air. The living room is covered in magazines, paperwork, box
es, and samples of things. It’s one giant mess. My OCD has kicked in, but I have things that require urgent attention.
Throwing my bag and keys on top of the kitchen table, my feet move toward the bathroom where I can hear the water running. She’s singing loudly and off-key to some random song.
“Tell it to my heart, tell me I’m the only one…”
“Zoey,” I call.
She stops singing, peeping her head out of the shower curtain. “Oh, hey. You’re home.”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know what else to say, and with a moment of awkward silence, she moves her head back around and continues to shower quietly.
There’re two things I could do here—walk away and get the sleep I need or strip and join her in the shower. Letting out a sigh, I know I have to fix whatever this weird vibe is between us.
Stripping will mean I get laid.
Winning.
I remove my clothes tossing them into the dirty clothes hamper that sits near the door and pull the curtain aside watching her stand in the wet completely naked. Fuck. I get hard just looking at her naked. It seems like forever since we’ve been sexual. I’m also quick to notice that her body looks more toned from the copious amounts of exercise she’s been doing.
Without saying a word, I climb in and stand underneath the water ignoring her just to goad some sort of reaction. She’s watching me intently, mouth screwed with her evenly sculpted brows furrowing with anger. “You’re breaking the rules.”
“Rules? What rules?”
“We’re supposed to hold off until the wedding.”
I laugh it off, grabbing the soap and lathering my body. “I briefly recall you mentioning that but chose not to listen. The answer is no.”
“No?”
“No,” I state, turning to face her. I know her well enough to know she has her sex eyes on—the ones that pretended to be uninterested but down below, her pussy is soaking wet ready for me to enter and fuck her like crazy.
“I’m serious, Drew.”
I rest my hand against the wall, pinning her against it. “I’m serious, Zoey. I’m going to fuck you now. You’re going to come. I’m going to come. I fucking miss you, and you have no say.”
Her mouth opens to speak, and I’m quick to place my hand over it kissing her wet neck while I press my body against hers. With a weak attempt, she tells me again to stop, but her body is begging for it—nipples hard and skin crawling with goosebumps as she waits for me to enter her. I fucking miss her so much and am unable to control myself any longer. My hips buckle forward, and with my over-sensitive cock throbbing in the palm of my hand, I circle her entrance ready to fuck her senselessly.
Against the wet, white tiles, her body slides when I thrust myself in and out keeping in rhythm with her loud moans. She’s almost there, her pussy dripping wet making that noise that drives me to the brink of insanity.
I bring her wrists together and lift them above her head, exposing her body—a beautiful canvas that belongs to me, and in only four more weeks will be mine until death do us part. I wish she knew what she does to me, how she makes me feel, and give up these stupid games of trying to fit in with what society says. Yeah, society may tell you to hold off until the wedding night, but I don’t give a goddamn fuck.
The fire rises within me, the pounding in my chest mirroring the aching throb building as every second passes. My skin is hot, steam rising above the warm water that settles against my body. I’m fading, slowly, sinking deeper into her until the fireball barrels throughout my entire body reaching every peak, every inch, as a loud groan escapes my mouth the same time I bury my face into her neck.
I see only red light peeking through my closed eyes as the rush overcomes me causing my mind to blissfully ignore her pushing my chest away. Opening my eyes, blinking away the water from my lashes, I see her staring back at me with a gratified expression—her flushed cheeks a dead giveaway that she peaked at the same time. When she comes down from the high, her face changes to a look of discontent.
“I told you I wanted to wait.”
I’m unable to hide the satisfied smile on my face. “C’mon, that’s never going to happen. Plus, I didn’t hear you complaining after what looked like a very intense orgasm.”