- CHAPTER FIVE -
Miles
Bacon splatters in the pan. A splash of oil flies onto my stomach, burning my belly with a hot singe.
“Fuck!” I pat at my stomach, quickly grabbing the tea towel and dabbing at the spot.
“Is everything ok in here?” Ellie says through a yawn.
My jaw drops, and suddenly the pain has died away.
“Holy shit…” I say, my voice crawling across to Ellie who’s dressed in nothing but skimpy panties and my old hockey jersey. “Baby, you look so fucking sexy.”
I glide across and sweep Ellie into my arms. She falls into me, and I allow her body to dip and drop close to the floor. She’s supported only by my arm and I smother a deep kiss to her soft, plump lips.
“Well, good morning to you, too,” Ellie says, her eyes tired.
Another loud crackle and splatter has me retreating to the frying pan and Ellie follows, wrapping her arms around my stomach from behind. After tending to the vicious bacon, I turn to face her.
Her cheeks are flushed with a hint of pink. Her eyes definitely look tired, but we were up all night… It’s as if she’s flushed or unwell.
“Watch it,” I warn. “This bacon is violent. Are you ok, sweetheart?”
“I’m fine. Just feeling a little off this morning…” Ellie pecks me on the lips and rests her face against my naked chest.
“Oh… Nothing a Johnson’s Breakfast of Champions won’t fix, hey?”
Ellie breathes deeply, stifling a hot chuckle and the hotness of her breath has my cock stirring again. He clearly hasn’t had enough and waking up next to Ellie’s naked body had him on high alert the second my eyes popped open.
I rarely wake up with such a jump in my step. I’ve put it down to getting old – the knees aren’t what they used to be. I can’t remember the last time I cooked fucking bacon and eggs for breakfast, let alone jolting upright in bed, ready for whatever they day brings.
That’s just what this woman does to me. She’s everything I’ve been missing in my life. Her aura in this lonely apartment has brought back the colour and sunshine. Her smiles brighten the place, lighting up the dark corners on my life like no other.
“Scrambled or fried eggs?” I place the bacon on some paper towel to allow the evil, splattering oil to soak in.
“Scrambled. Always scrambled.” Ellie chimes and pulls a seat at the tiny two-seater table in the corner of the kitchen. “Wow… You’re really doing your homework on this holiday.” Ellie finds another stack of brochures I’ve been studying, and when I look over, she’s plucked the Philadelphia brochure from the pile. “You could just do a massive road trip or something…”
I gulp down. The vile rising up my throat forces me to cough a spluttering gag. The force of it makes me hunch over, clutching my chest. I drop the tongs to the bench and Ellie’s straight to her feet and slapping me on the back.
“Are you ok?” Ellies gasps, worry pulling her eyes.
“Yeah,” I lie.
I’m not OK. One day, she’s going to find out what’s really going on.
I’ve promised myself I’m going to tell her, but I can’t bring myself to do it just yet. Not after last night. Not after we’ve finally got rid of the giant problem that is her brother.
There’s a reason I’ve got so many destination magazines laying around the place, but for as long as Ellie thinks I’m just planning a vacation, then I’m going to ride that wave until I can’t any longer. She doesn’t need to know… Not yet.
I recover from my coughing fit and we enjoy breakfast together, planning a trip in Philadelphia together. Ellie has amazing ideas, and all of her interests trump mine seven-fold. Relaxing in a day spa and enjoying a wine tasting sure as hell sounds a lot better than hiking up some random mountain for two days.
“Maybe I will hire you as my travel agent?” I say, popping the last piece of bacon into my mouth.
Ellie leans across and kisses me.
“I’d be your anything if you asked me too,” Ellie says.
I smile, and when my phone pings, Ellie stands up and clears the plates.
“Shit!” I call out, looking at my phone. “Is that the time? I’ve got to go!”
Ellie searches for a clock on the wall, but I’ve never got around to putting one up. When I quickly tell her the time, she’s panicked and rushes to get dressed too.
“I have to be at the coffee shop in fifteen minutes!” Ellie gasps, racing in front of me to my bedroom.
I watch her ass bounce as we jog up the hallway. With every step, her round cheeks briefly peek out from under the hockey jersey, teasing my eyes. The luscious sight of her curvy booty tingles my groin, and when she breaks into my room and removes the jersey, shaking her dark hair with a sexy, slow motion like movement, I move in behind her and press my crotch against her lacey panties.
“How quick do you think we can be?” I growl into her ear, reaching down for a handful of her rounded ass.
Ellie collapses to the bed with her hands to support her. She’s bent over and my hands search her rear, grabbing and slapping with hungry desire stiffening my cock.
“Don’t you have to be at training?” Ellie moans, her head bobbing between the gap between her arms.
I slap her ass gently, watching it wobble before my eyes. “Yeah… But I can be quick…”