Restless Spirits

“I will, and then you’ll see.” She nodded.

“I’m sure I will.”

She narrowed her eyes, scowling as she stalked out of the living room and down the hall.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly.

The ride to his house was silent. The discord between them made him uneasy. He pulled into his driveway, put the car in park, and took her hand.

“Listen. I don’t want to spend our whole night like this. I’m sorry if my response upset you.”

“How could it not? You’re telling me you think I’m imagining things.”

“I didn’t say that, D. I just offered up some logical explanations.”

She huffed. “Right.”

He brushed the soft skin of her hand with his thumb. “Truce?”

“Sure.”

The lackluster tone didn’t instill confidence. At least she’s not pulling away.

“I’ll even make your favorite. My mom’s lasagna.”

She peered at him from beneath the strands of hair that obscured half her face. “With extra cheese?”

“Hmm, maybe you’re redeemable after all.”

They left the car, and he carried her bag up to the front door.

“If you want to veg on the couch, I’ll get everything ready,” he said as he unlocked the door and allowed her to enter before him.

“Sounds amazing. I’ve been working nonstop this entire week.” She plopped down on his brown couch. He locked the door and headed to his bathroom. Getting the Jacuzzi bath started, he stripped off his clothing, replacing the suit with jeans and a T-shirt. Relaxed, he shut off the water and started up the bubbles.

The sight of Demi dozing on the couch made him smile. He walked over and sank down on the edge of a cushion, caressing her face with his knuckles.

“Wake up, honey. Your bath is ready.”

“Hmm.” Her eyelids fluttered open.

“Tired?”

“I just rested my eyes for a minute, and I was out.”

“Take your time in the bath, but try not to drown, please. My parents would kill me.”

“Smooth, Romeo.” She sat up, and he buried his hand in her hair, bringing her in for a kiss.

“I’d miss you every second of every day,” he whispered against her lips.

“That’s better.” Her voice warbled, and he smirked. He stood and offered her a hand, helping her onto her feet. The sway of her hips and the curve of her ass hypnotized him as she walked away. His jeans grew tight, and he thought of cold showers. He made the lasagna on cruise control, grateful for the brain break the process provided. Sliding the pan in the preheated oven, he decided to check on Demi. He crossed his threshold and froze. Demi lay sprawled across his maroon bedspread on a thick chocolate-brown towel, nude.

His dick hardened. Careful not to wake her, he crept across the room to the bed. He bent over and ran his fingers down her back, marveling at the softness and the beautiful contrast of their skin tones. She sighed, and he ghosted over her plump ass, easing his fingers between her legs. He smiled, trailing a finger down her slit. He spread her lips and teased the pinkness, coaxing moisture as he primed her body. Soft moans spilled from her pouty lips, and she ground against his questing fingers.

Her sticky, sweet liquid began to flow, making his mouth water. He eased a finger inside her tight sheath and grunted. Her breathing increased, and she whimpered. “P-Pierce.”

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” He hooked his finger, and she gasped. “Feel good?”