“All done?” Thorin asks from across the room where he’s applying the top coat on the freshly painted wall that Seth and Bane destroyed. Zeke dragged in the trunk where we kept extra weapons and was currently kneeling in front of it as he neatly folded her clothes and placed them inside.
It isn’t much, but it was all we could give her.
Zeke unsurprisingly hadn’t cared much about losing his bedroom to Aurelia, but Thorin and I knew better than to call him out on the reason why.
Sounds drift down the stairs from the first floor, telling me that Aurelia is finally awake. After she came back from her run with Zeke a couple of days ago, she’s been spending the night in her loft and lost in her head during the day. I know she hasn’t been sleeping either because I could hear her up there pacing when she was supposed to be sleeping.
Something had spooked her, and for whatever reason she and Zeke had been hush-hush about it.
“The mattress should have been delivered by now,” I announce as I head for the door. The plastic protecting the floor rustles beneath my feet as I maneuver around all the equipment. “I’m going to take the truck into town and pick it up.”
“Take Aurelia with you, will you?” Thorin suggests while meeting my gaze. “She’s been itching to go back, and we’re running out of excuses for why she can’t.”
Sticking to the script already written, I smirk and reply, “Was going to do that anyway.”
“Cool. Zeke and I will finish up here and clear out the room to get it ready for your return. That cool with you, Zeke?”
It was a performance meant for him so that Thorin and I could divide and conquer and get to the bottom of whatever happened between Aurelia and him on their run. Thorin would talk to Zeke without Aurelia’s presence to deter him while I probed Aurelia without Zeke around.
It’s been three weeks since Zeke woke up, and we’re still running interference. Admittedly, we’d underestimated Zeke’s stubbornness because it was clear he was interested in Aurelia but his fear of her won’t let him fully realize that attraction.
Zeke, who already looked ready to bolt the moment he heard Aurelia upstairs, gritted his teeth and nodded. It’s been like this for two days.
While Aurelia has been lost in her head, Zeke has been avoiding us all.
I leave the room and head upstairs where Aurelia is barefoot in the kitchen singing and dancing to no music while wearing only one of my muscle tees. It’s the liveliest I’ve seen her since I left her in Zeke’s brief care, and I’ve spent two days wrangling back my possessive urge to fuck him up for upsetting her.
On the other hand, I’ve also had to quell the desire to spank her thoroughly for regressing him.
Hence, the reason we were separating them. At least for a few hours.
She doesn’t hear or see me as I approach her from behind. She has the can of coffee beans in hand, and it looks as if she’s getting ready to start a pot.
I move in behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, enjoying her gasp of surprise when she feels my morning wood digging into her spine.
“How is it that you’ve never danced for me?” I whisper in her ear.
“Khalil,” she greets with a smile. “Good morning to you too.”
I don’t respond as I curve my hand around her thigh in a possessive grip. “Answer me.”
“I-I didn’t know you wanted me to dance for you.”
Slowly, I trail my hand up toward her pussy. I can already feel the heat coming from it, so I’m not surprised to find her wet when I finally tease her lips. They’re no longer as smooth as they were when she first arrived, and I realize quickly it’s the reason for all of her squirming.
“No, don’t. I need to shave,” she whines.
Snorting, I ignore her protests and push two fingers inside her. “And I promise you, Goldilocks. I don’t give a shit. There’s no pussy on this planet more perfect than yours.” She doesn’t reply, but I can tell she’s still uneasy, so I use my free hand to shove my shirt that she’s wearing up her body until it’s bunched under her chin. She’s naked underneath, causing her nipples toharden to pinpoints from the cool air meeting her flushed skin. “And these tits,” I continue as I palm one. “I love your fucking tits. Beautiful.”
“What else?” she urges, enjoying the praise but not truly needing it. Aurelia knows she’s the shit.
“This ass of yours keeps my head on a swivel. Some days I just want to take a bite out of it.”
“That’s not quite how I imagined it going, Khalil Poverly.”
“Oh, you want me to eat your ass, Goldilocks?”
“I wouldn’t say no.”
