Chapter20
My Other Idiot Brother
TED
Iwatch her cross her arms defensively, her brows furrowed. "Bossy much, Tedipedia? I don't have to do what you say." Despite Goldie’s words, she stays put, her gaze rooted to mine.
What I did, eats at me. Not only because it was the best sex of my fucking life, but because I can’t help but feel I took advantage of her.
Sure, she pushed me in the rest of the way into a heaven beyond my wildest dreams, but I know she hadn’t meant to wake up in my bed with my dick partially in her.
Idiot I am, I didn’t even think to find a contraceptive. Not that I have any. It’s been two years since I had a sexual partner, and it only lasted a couple weeks.
And then the way I let go, talking to her in such a filthy way. . . I mean sure, it’s how I operate, or it is with her. But I’ve been so mean to her. I shouldn’t have said all that to her, even if it did make her shake and scream. It should have been sweet and doting, but I couldn’t help but challenge her, push her past her limits.
Oh witchtits, I want to make her do it again though.
But she shouldn’t even be here. I should have kicked her out for the same reason I made her promise to stay away from my brothers.
How the fuck does she have me confused, guilty, all while rolling in ecstasy? Like how my heart keeps skipping beats seeing her seated at the kitchen ready for me to feed her after what we did.
I lift the skillet off the gas stove top, reducing the gap between us. "You're damn right, blondie. You are going to sit down and eat the breakfast I'm making for you, instead of eating whatever slop you think is saving you money. And we are going to talk this out, or there will be consequences."
I'm close enough now to see her pupils dilate, her breath hitching. The proximity sends a jolt of warmth through me, my gaze hard on hers.
I have to keep focused or other things will grow hard.
A visible shudder runs through her, a blush creeping up her cheeks, and she swallows hard. "Consequences?" she asks, her voice barely audible. I feel a smirk pulling at the corner of my mouth.
Oh cream puff, I rather think you would enjoy them.
Ignoring the question, I reach behind me to pull out a chair for her, my expression unchanging. "Coffee or tea?" I manage to grind out, my tone on the rougher side.
She glares back, attempting to outmatch my stern look. "Coffee." Her voice is determined.
Her reluctance is evident even as she finally takes a seat. I pour her a mug of coffee and slide it across to her along with cream and sugar.
She reacts with a defiant huff. I can tell she doesn't appreciate the assumption, but I also know she likes her coffee sweet.
In response, she dumps in cream and sugar with a look that dares me to comment. I hold my tongue.
When I serve her breakfast, her eyes light up at the sight of hot pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a bowl of fruit.
The sound she makes as she bites into the pancake is more satisfying than I thought it'd be. She seems to find solace in the food, her demeanor shifting with each bite.
As she's halfway through, I realize I've lost myself observing her, my own breakfast is untouched.
"What?" Goldie suddenly straightens, looking defensive and oddly adorable.
A part of me fights the urge to tease her further, but I can't resist. "You like my food."
"I like food," she corrects me quickly. The way she brushes off my comment only makes me want to dig deeper, but for now, I let her enjoy her breakfast. She woke up, about to be violated by me. I’m not a monster, though I seriously considered giving into a dark, selfish side of me.
Pushing that aside before my body takes over again, I focus.
I set my coffee down. “Blondie, you couldn’t have gotten in here last night. Not without breaking a window or something. I checked, and this place is as locked up as it was last night.”
She continues to chew, but her face draws into a deep frown. “Ithasto be sleepwalking. Nothing else makes sense. Unless you are kidnapping and then gaslighting me about it.” Goldie narrows her eyes at me in blatant suspicion.
