“Come for me, beautiful.” I breathe into her folds, one hand holding her hip, the other pinching her nipple. Her back arches, muscles tightening as she cries out, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and collapses back onto the table, panting and boneless. I’m almost as undone as she is and drop my head to her quivering belly.
Pounding on the door brings us both to our feet.
“Greer—it’s me,” Will calls.
I freeze, my hands on her shoulders.
“Fuck!”
My gaze travels from Greer’s flushed face to the enormous bulge in my jeans.
“Damn. Quick. You go into the bathroom and get, umm, yourself,”—Greer waves her hand in the general direction of my cock—“under control. I’ll stall him.” In seconds, she’s pulled her shorts up her legs and straightened her top. “Calm your farm. I’ll be there in a minute,” she calls to Will, whipping her hair out of the ponytail and into a messy bun as she walks. I dart into the bathroom before she has time to open the door.
“What took you so long?” I hear Will grumbling as footsteps move down the hall. “I’ve been trying to get hold of Josh. He hasn’t returned my messages. Have you heard from him?” Their conversation is muffled by the door, but I can make out what they’re saying.
“Yes, actually. He’s here. In the … in the bathroom. We’ve been going over the blueprints for his house.” Even through the bathroom door, I can hear the stammer in Greer’s voice. I can’t believe Will hasn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. She had an unmistakable glow about her as she went to let him in. Thank God he’s generally oblivious to what’s going on around him.
“Really? You’re finished already? Can I see?”
“Well, it’s up to Josh.”
He bangs on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, Josh. Get yourself out here. I want to see your new house. Which you should own in the next couple of days. At a substantial discount, by the way. Negotiated by yours truly, courtesy of that tree. No need to thank me.”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call, flushing the toilet to make it look believable.
I lean against the sink in the bathroom and splash cold water on my face before taking a couple of big gulps to calm myself down.
It’s a fortunate thing my cock shrivelled fast at the fear of being caught with my face between Greer’s legs. Christ that was close. Saved by the pounding on the door. Another minute and I would’ve been balls deep in a whole load of trouble. I should be relieved. What I am is disappointed. Which is not even a little bit okay.
I check my face in the mirror, and what I see looking back at me is a sordid mess of guilt, unresolved lust and a big chunk of self-loathing. I only hope Greer doesn’t hate me as much as I hate myself right now. Although, if she does, that might work in my favour.
The idea of standing next to Will and looking at Greer in what feels like an obvious state of orgasm-induced bliss is horrifying. Luckily, Greer manages to convince him to wait until we get to their parents’ place to look at the plans she’s come up with, using the excuse that she can explain them to everyone at once.
Greer takes a minute to change her clothes—thank God she puts on jeans instead of those tiny shorts—and we head off with Will driving so Greer and I can ‘celebrate’ with a drink. Except I can’t think of a much better celebration than the one we’ve already had. Oh. Wait. I can. One. It doesn’t involve champagne. And it absolutely can’t happen.
When we arrive, the plans are immediately spread out over the massive dining room table, and everyone gathers around as Greer explains what they’re looking at. Of course, the whole family gush over them. Because they’re brilliant. And because that’s the kind of family they are. There is total love and support, which I’m grateful extends to me. And I can’t ever do anything to jeopardise my place here.
Stella leaps straight into asking about colours and finishes and tiles, while Harry beams like he’d done the damn things himself.
Champagne is opened. Greer and I are congratulated, and there’s lots of excited chatter around the table.
“In other news, Josh will be moving in with me until his house is finished,” Will announces as things start to calm down. “I’ll send a save the date for the big moving in party. Put it in your diary, people.”
After dinner, we all head to the media room to kill zombies, leaving Stella to clean up at her insistence. I feel guilty, but Stella is never happier than when she’s taking care of her family. At least there’s not much to clean with dinner being a barbeque.
I need to talk to Greer about what happened at her place. When I see her head towards the bathroom, I leap at the opportunity, excuse myself and intercept her, detouring us into her childhood bedroom.
“We need to talk.” As soon as the door closes, I realise my mistake. Being in a bedroom with Greer is not a good idea. Especially with the door closed. My skin feels too tight, right along with my jeans. I have to keep thinking with my head, and not the other parts of me.
“About?” As if she doesn’t know. She takes a step towards me, and I back up. It's clear from her expression she’s enjoying making me uncomfortable.
“About what happened earlier. At your flat. Greer, it can’t happen again.”
“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?” she says with a flirty challenge in her voice.
If my face reflects my feelings, I must look guilty as all hell. And conflicted.
“No. That’s not what I’m saying … ”
