“Fuck!” we cried out in unison. The bottles in my hands fell to the floor again as I stayed kneeling and rubbed my forehead, which now ached from the collision.
“Sorry about that.”
I glanced up to find Nate running his fingers back and forth over the spot on his forehead mine struck.
He was shirtless, with dark hair smattered across his chest.
God, his chest. I had visions of it dancing behind my eyes for months. During the night we spent together, I became very well acquainted with the ridges of his body.
As Nate stood, I came face-to-face with my favorite part of him. Clad in a pair of gray basketball shorts, his impressive cock was hugged by the jersey material. While his chest was a memory I couldn’t shake free, his cock was something I added to my female spank bank.
“Can I hand these to you?” he asked as I continued to kneel in front of him.
“Uh, yes,” I replied, fumbling with both my words and the three bottles of water in my hands. I gripped them against my body, and Nate stacked the bottles he retrieved on top of them. I hoped the dim light of the hallway didn’t illuminate the fact that my nipples were standing at attention. One of his fingers brushed against me through the soft fabric of my shirt as he slipped his hand away from the plastic.
There was nothing I could do to stop the gasp that escaped my lips or the sudden pool of moisture between my legs. Avoiding his eyes, I thanked him for the help.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. When I heard the door shut, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t one of my girls.”
“It’s all right. Clearly, I wasn’t paying attention, and juggling has never been my strong suit.” I giggled, and Nate joined me.
“Do you, uh… want me to help you carry those to your room?”
Hurriedly, I said, “No. No, I can do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I replied with a sassy roll of my eyes. If he had any idea how many bottles I usually carried from storage to the bar area on the weekends, he’d laugh at his own question.
“All right, well, I’ll leave you to it.”
I step around him and make my way toward the stairs, only to peer at him over my shoulder. He turned his body to watch me go, and his eyes were trained on my ass.
Smirking, I asked if he needed anything while I was “downstairs.” My lady bits thought I was referring to a repeat performance from last year and practically purred in anticipation. Unfortunately, I simply meant if he needed any food.
“No, thanks. I’m okay.”
Nodding, I began to ascend the stairs, then stopped once again and stared at him from over the railing. I felt a little bad for how I’d spoken to him earlier this evening when he visited my room. I’d still been miffed he didn’t remember our time together. But I knew, for the next three weeks, I needed to do my best to let it all go and act like the polite host Autumn would be. And maybe when I decided to tell him about our hookup, he’d take it better than if I was being a complete bitch to him.
“Goodnight, Nathaniel.”
“Goodnight, Alexandra.”
Chapter Six – Nate
Sleep was elusive most of the night. Every time I shut my eyes, flashes of images that made absolutely no sense bombarded me. People I didn’t recognize, because their faces were nothing more than a blur, and places that continued to glitch. I chalked it up to the fact that I called Alex “Alexandra.” I knew based on staying with her family for so long that it was her full first name, but I never called her that, nor had she asked me to use that version. But in the visions that haunted me, the name Alexandra kept echoing in my head.
I’d almost given up on catching some shut-eye by the time my bedroom illuminated with the morning sun, but somehow the images stopped around that time, and I was able to fall asleep. I was hopeful for a few hours, because my daughters woke up notoriously early.
The sound of clanging startled me, and I woke with a jolt, tossing the pillow off my face. Groaning, I thought back to the amazing dream I’d been having, centered on Alex’s nipples that peeked through her shirt last night. The thing had been so threadbare I could make out the puckered tips and outline of her areola. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen, especially because it hadn’t been on purpose.
Glancing down, I noticed my cock tented the sheets, painfully erect from imagining all the things I wanted to do to her nipples.
“Fuck, get your head on straight,” I uttered to myself as I pushed away the covers and sat up in bed.
After a horrific cold shower, I tugged on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before leaving my room. My daughters weren’t in their rooms, so I went to investigate the rest of the place. Fear was in the forefront of my mind, but I tried my best to push it aside. The girls were smart enough to know better than to leave the house without me. I never had to worry about them in the past.
The last stair creaked as I stepped on the board, and that was when I noticed the soft hum of music off in the distance. Following the noise, I made my way toward the kitchen, not expecting what greeted my eyes. Alex stood at the range wearing a pair of jean shorts that frayed just beneath the curves of her ass. She tied a loose-fitting black tank top at the back and tucked into itself.
