“Yes…” I replied, shaking my ass as I leant over putting the film on to play. “Is everything okay?”
I flipped my hair over my shoulder and stood up before taking a seat next to Elijah, allowing my hand to lay on his chest. Trapped in each other’s arms without a care in the world I thought the teasing would be fun, waiting for the opening credits to have rolled. I thought breakfast this morning was sufficient to satisfy his appetite, but he was a man. It seemed I was a regular staple to his diet; an addiction that couldn’t be sated. I ran my tongue across my lip before biting down, attempting to control the insatiable hunger.
“Enough,” he growled, grabbing me by the waist and flipped me over before he started to devour me.
His nips and caressing hands across the length of my body sent my senses into an overwhelmed thunderstorm. We were lost in one another; the film was just noise playing in the background.
That black lingerie had brought the heat up another level and given me an unexpected surge of energy in my actions.
“More…” I shouted as he undid his trousers and lifted his brow.
“I’ll give you more, Har,” he said before dripping the cooled chocolate and caramel over his erect cock.
I licked and sucked his long length in my mouth knowing I could never look at chocolate and caramel in the same way again, having tasted such a delight. It added an extra saltiness to the flavour; salted caramel had a real kick to it. Hot, fast, ravenous sex was what we both needed. We both needed to release that pent-up frustration together, achieving that sated reprieve.
“Fuck, Harlow.”
“Elijah.”
“Shower, now,” he commanded, grabbing my hand and dragging me up the stairs.
“Oh, you’re insatiable,” I said.
“That’s your doing.” He smirked. We washed one another of all the sticky residue. It was as if our connection had lifted to another level, as serenity took over and I let all my worries wash away at the same time.
Elijah beat me down the stairs as I chased after him. We were like a pair of love-struck teenagers. You wouldn’t have thought he was meant to be the older, mature one. We both just fit into our own little space together, perfection. I didn’t remember the last time I naturally felt so happy. I’m sure it may have something to have done with the mind-blowing orgasm helped in the process, truth be told, but it was just the combination of us both as I grabbed my old clothes to put them into the wash. I realised that I put my phone in the back pocket, remembering I had placed it there safely earlier on silent, as I noticed a text message flash on the screen. I quickly put the remains of a load of washing on to a spin cycle and headed back towards the living room. I grabbed my phone and loaded the screen as a noise left my throat I couldn’t even distinguish as my legs gave way and my world started to collapse around me. I looked around but everything was a daze as my heart thudded and I struggled to control my rapid breathing as it picked up in response, as I dropped to a pile on the floor. Elijah’s steps faltered and his wide eyes looked straight at me as he dropped to his knees and gathered me in his arms attempting to soothe me. I wished I could’ve gone and hidden away as uncontrollable sobs took over my body. I couldn’t believe how hard reality had hit as my hands trembled away reaching out in passing him the phone.
Johnny – I will be home shortly, just landed. Wanted to surprise you, but seems you had planned to do that yourself. Make sure Elijah is gone out of the house by the time I return.
What's this? Johnny wasn’t meant to be coming home yet. He said a few days? What’s changed?
I looked up at his gorgeous face, to reveal what I knew I was about to see, ashen and tear stained like mine. We both knew in our gut and our hearts that he knew. But how? Johnny had requested him to go, to leave and not be present when he returned. My heart was breaking, knowing we had to do this.
What other option did we have?
The house was Johnny’s, and I was here through no fault of my own, but one in which changed everything. I had grown to depend on Elijah more than I cared to admit, and I didn’t regret that decision at all.
I had to talk to him and see what had happened, see if I could figure out this whole knotted mess. Johnny needed to talk to me about how he felt and the reasoning behind it. I didn’t feel hopeful, I would’ve liked the answers with his blunt reaction. The only truth in the matter was that Elijah had my heart and the moment he walked out that door, he would take it with him.
Forty-Four
Elijah
Harlow had goneto place her clothes in the wash, chocolate would be a nightmare to get out of the white jumper as it was, but she hoped we caught it in time. If not, I knew I would buy a multitude of colours to spike those vivid memories back. Especially if she wanted to tease me again with that luscious body of hers. I wouldn’t be the one to have complained.
Never had I expected to have heard the noise that left her mouth, the noise that shattered every part within me and ripped me apart. My feet couldn’t seemed have to move fast enough to get to her side, as she slumped down against the wall. I wanted to take away whatever had caused that pain and make it disappear forever. With her expression downcast, no words had to be uttered, as her features screamed everything. The connection we had tethered already, made me sense with what she was trying to convey. Every single tear and look she had displayed, screamed it from the tallest rooftops.
He knew. The question of how he knew, though, I didn’t understand. As Harlow passed me her phone, I read the words written in front of me, and they tumbled through my mind. I knew deep down things were going to be different, those premature thoughts whilst she slept felt more of a premonition now. I attempted to hold back as much emotion as I could, it didn’t seem to be warranted anymore, instead a fear gathered within my stomach. I gathered Harlow in my arms, clinging to her as if my life depended on it.
Johnny had made a declaration and I knew Harlow had been aware that the issue didn’t stem between her and him. It was between him and me. The last thing I wanted was the guy code being declared by Johnny. I hadn’t tried to speak to him about it. It wasn’t like I hadn’t planned to, but now wasn’t the time to think about how to address Johnny. I would do that later. Now was about sorting how we’d deal with this.
As I created the distance between us and pulled back, I tried my hardest to gather my strength and composure. To get through this time, Harlow and I needed each other. With a small kiss placed against her lips, I stood up and held my hand out to her.
“Beautiful, let’s go and talk together.”
“Elijah, I have only just come back, and my heart is being torn in two directions. Johnny and your friendship have always existed, it’s been the one constant throughout our lives. How can I be the person who breaks that bond that you both share?”
I didn’t mean to retaliate but she had to understand her feelings came before anyone else’s.