I roll over and pick up my phone. I powered it off after I got home because I had a fear that they’d try and call me or send texts. I was worried they’d demand to know where I’d gone, but part of me worried that they wouldn’t notice I left. When I turn on my phone, I’m relieved that there are messages. I’m so tempted to click them, but I put my phone back down knowing I’ll give in to temptation and respond. I don’t know what the right thing to say would be, but what I don’t want to do is say something I’ll regret. Why does this have to be so hard?
The past few years have been hard enough and now it’s like we’ve come to a point where something has to give. I want to tell myself to move on, but it’s never worked before. Maybe when I see them with someone else it will help me get there. The idea rips at my soul and I know it’s messed up on my part. I’m upset about them seeing other women, but here I am, making out with them.
A loud bang on my front door has me sitting up in bed.
“Nellie. I know you’re in there,” Elijah bellows.
Not only does he know I’m here, but everyone else in the building knows it, too. I throw my feet over the side of the bed as he keeps banging on the door. I know he won’t stop until I answer because Elijah is a bulldozer. Owen is the one with a little more finesse, but both of these things work on me.
I make it down my hallway toward my front door when it suddenly flies open before I even get there. I watch as Elijah pulls the key from the door and tucks it into his pocket. I stand there shocked for a moment until his eyes land on me.
“You were about to answer the door like that?” He kicks my door closed, and when it slams the whole thing shakes.
“You have a key to my place?” I throw back at him, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes fall to my breasts and I see that me folding my arms has only pushed my boobs up more and made them almost slip out of the robe I’m wearing. I don’t have anything on underneath it because I just put it on after my bath.
“Yeah, I got a copy.” He shrugs as if he’s saying something as simple as offering to get me a coffee.
“And how did you do that?” I try hard to stay pissed, but I keep thinking about how I’m practically naked in front of him. I can feel my hard nipples trying to get Elijah’s attention. Hell, my whole body wants his attention.
“That’s part of the problem. Even with a key, an alarm should be going off. I borrowed yours off Harlow’s keyring and made a copy before I returned it.” He takes a few steps toward me. Just like in the bathroom earlier, I retreat until I’m pressed up against the wall. “Anyone could have done that. Why don’t you have an alarm?” He runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “Fuck, I should have made sure you had one. I’m sorry, baby girl, I’ll fix it.”
I know him well enough to know he didn’t borrow Harlow’s key. He stole it. “Are you going to tell me why you have a key to my place?” I don’t understand his need to go to so much trouble to get it.
“You always dress like this when you’re home alone?” His eyes roam over my body and I feel every part of me tighten. My lips tingle as I think about our kiss.
“I just got out of the bath.” I try to close my robe a little more, but it’s no use. The thing is too small, but Harlow got it for me forever ago and I love it.
“Did you think about me while you were in the bathtub?” He moves closer to me. “Or did you think about my brother?”
I stare up at him and my heart starts to race inside my chest. He doesn’t look pissed that I kissed Owen, and my breathing grows heavy. He has me caged against the wall and there’s no avoiding him or trying to run as he fills up all the space around me.
“Elijah.” His name comes out as a whimper.
“I know, baby girl. When I stroke my cock it’s getting harder to get myself there. I’m angry because it’s not your hand wrapped around me or your warm tight pussy gripping me.” My mouth falls open and I can’t believe he said that. “I’m going to fix that for you.”
His lips are on mine just before I feel his tongue enter my mouth. He tugs at my robe and it comes undone. He needs no invitation as one hand grips my hip and the other slides down between my legs and to my clit. He rubs his thick fingers back and forth and I moan into his mouth. My body’s still on edge from this afternoon and I can’t control myself.