by Nikki Chase
Eli slides his hands down my back and grabs me by the ass, lifting me up until I’m sitting on the countertop with him between my legs.
His kiss is an assault on my senses. I can do nothing but give in and try to endure it as every nerve ending in my body lights up, sparked into life by his touch and craving for more.
“Sorry,” Eli says as he pulls away. “You were just crying, and I’m getting carried away. I can’t help it. I can’t—”
“Shut up.” I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him close, mashing our lips together. Breathlessly, I tell him, “Shut up, and kiss me again.”
Eli continues his ravishing assault, his hands on my ass squeezing my cheeks roughly. “I can’t stop at just kissing you, princess.”
“Then, don’t.” Wrapping my arms around him, I scoot myself closer toward the edge of the countertop and press myself against the bulge in his jeans. I smirk when I feel how hard he is.
“Are you sure? Here?” he asks as he looks behind his back.
“Yeah. What’s wrong? Are you scared?” I challenge him, rubbing myself against the hard cock under his jeans.
“Oh, you’re in trouble, princess.” Eli’s eyes light up.
I cry out as he strips me naked in record speed. The stone countertop feels cold underneath my skin. Eli’s strong hands grab my thighs, spreading them and pulling me toward the edge, making me fall on my bare back.
The sound of him undoing his fly fills my ears, and I know there’s no going back after this.
I can’t not be honest with him, especially when he’s inside me. After this, he’ll know I wasn’t just pretending in the cabin. He’ll know the truth about the way I feel.
This could turn out disastrous, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m a slave to Eli. I always have been.
He lines the head of his cock up and stares at me as he slams into me, impaling me on his dick. I gasp. He groans, then smirks as he watches me.
He slides in and out of me, his movements frantic as I writhe on the countertop, the stone warming up to my body temperature as Eli fucks me.
“You’re mine,” he says, his dark eyes flashing with intensity. He wraps his fingers around my throat and holds me down. “Say it.”
Only Eli can make me feel this vulnerable. I’m naked and he’s clothed. I’m weak and he’s strong.
But, it’s not just physical. The way he stares at me … I feel like he’s looking straight into my soul, speaking to the center of my being.
I can’t say no to him. I can never say no to him. I should’ve known that.
“I’m yours, Eli,” I say.
“Good.” He smirks. “I don’t take that lightly. Tell me you won’t try to run away from me again.”
I gasp in some air. It’s getting hard to breathe, and I don’t know if it’s because of the intensity with which Eli’s fucking me, his hand curled around my neck, or the truth choking me.
“Say it,” he orders.
“I won’t try to run away from you again,” I say.
It’s true. I don’t think I can, anyway.
But, I think Eli will tell me to leave, to go as far away from him as I can, once he learns the truth, once he finds out I’ve been keeping a secret from him.
Eli surges inside of me, his thick cock tearing me in two, fucking me so hard and fast it feels like he can’t wait to claim my body, like he’s hell-bent on marking me as his and owning me.
And even though I’m terrified I’ll only hurt him and deprive him of what he needs, I can’t deny I want the same thing.
Eli presses the pad of his thumb on my clit, rubbing me furiously as he plunges into me again and again. I wrap my legs around him, pumping up to meet his thrusts as moans escape my lips.
I watch Eli’s face scrunch up in ecstasy until I can’t take it anymore. I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as I let go, grabbing onto his arms as my orgasm takes over, jolts of pleasure shooting up and down my body. Eli grunts as he continues to fuck me until he reaches his own peak.
When I finally catch up with my breath and open my eyes again, I realize my vision’s blurry and my cheeks are wet.
Eli’s looking at me with concern. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “That was amazing.”
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you, won’t you?” he asks.
“Of course.”
But I don’t think he’ll ever hurt my body—not in any meaningful way. He may hurt the rest of me, though.
I’m afraid I won’t ever recover from that, but I don’t know how I can escape that fate.
Eli
I pull out of her and watch as my thick cum drips out of her. She looks so beautiful like this, her body and soul in complete surrender.
She belongs with me. She’d better know that by now. If she doesn’t, I’ll drive that into her head again and again, as many times as it takes.
I pull her up until she’s sitting on the edge of the countertop, her body limp in my arms.
“Answer me when I call you, okay?” I ask.
Sophia nods as her lips curl up into a smile. There’s a sadness in her eyes, and as much as I wish I could fuck that thing out of her, it hasn’t worked.
“Princess, is there anything you want to tell me?”
She shakes her head.
I wish I could believe her. I wish there was a way to get her to tell me what’s wrong because something obviously is.
But maybe this is enough for one day. Maybe I shouldn’t push my luck. Most importantly, I probably shouldn’t force her past her limit.
“Okay,” I say. “But if there’s anything you want to tell me … any time at all … please do. I’ll hear you out.”
“Okay.” Sophia blinks, and the cloud over her green eyes goes away, just like that.
She’s hiding. I don’t like the fact that she feels the need to do that.
But I should take this slow. I need to be careful.
She acts like nothing can break her, but she probably cries when nobody’s looking. She doesn’t like anyone knowing she’s just as fragile as everybody else.
I’ll get the truth out of her. But, it doesn’t have to be today.
“How’s your hangover?” I stroke Sophia’s long, fiery-red hair.
She turns to look at me, the blue glow cast by the TV screen making her appear as pale as a ghost. A pretty ghost I wouldn’t mind haunting me.
It’s getting dark and cold outside, but it’s nice and warm in here.
We’ve been sitting on the couch, watching some stupid rom-com. Sophia had seemed so sick when I got here; I thought it would be a good idea to take it easy.
But she looks as if she has just remembered about the hangover. She says, “It’s … gone.”
“I told you I had a great hangover cure.”
“That disgusting drink?” Sophia makes a face, scrunching up her nose in an unbelievably adorable way.
I laugh as I sling my arm around her shoulders and squeeze her close. “It was either that drink or the sex.”
“So when you said that you’d given your hangover cure to hundreds of people …” Sophia raises an eyebrow and gives me a look.
“I meant the drink,” I say. “Although, if you hate the drink that much, we could conduct experiments on how effective my cum is at curing your next hangover.”
Sophia giggles. “But, if it turns out that your cum is a better hangover cure, I’d feel pretty selfish about keeping it to myself. We’d have to bottle it up and sell it.”
“I’m cool with that, as long as you’re the one who … harvests it.”
Again, Sophia wrinkles her nose in disgust.
“Hey, you’re the one who came up with the idea,” I say, laughing.
We both turn to look at the door as it creaks open. Sophia’s parents enter and turn on the lights.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. York,” I greet them.
It takes them a few moments of awkward blinking and staring to recognize me.
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p; “Oh, hi, Elijah. How are you doing?” Mrs. York asks.
“Never been better,” I answer honestly. “How’s business? The weather’s horrible, so hot coffee should be selling better than hot cakes.”
Sophia’s parents laugh as they take off their coats and place their stuff on the long entry table by the door. Ah, corny jokes. Older people love them.
“I’ll have to write that one down,” Mr. York says. “But to answer your question, yes, business is really good.”
Mrs. York stops behind the couch we’re sitting on and presses her palm against Sophia’s forehead. “You look like you’re feeling better, honey.”
“Yeah,” Sophia answers.
“That’s great. I was worried you were going to catch a cold or something,” Mrs. York says. “Alright, we’re going upstairs to change. We have a dinner thing with the Smiths.”
“Do you want us to turn the lights back off?” Mr. York asks.
“Yeah. Thanks, Dad,” Sophia says.
As I watch Sophia’s parents walk up the stairs, I imagine us as a family. We’d spend birthdays and holidays together. They’d laugh as they play with our kids.
“What?” Sophia asks when she notices the dumb smile on my face.
“Nothing.”
She obviously doesn’t buy it but turns her attention back to the TV anyway while my mind conjures up images of our future together.
It’s strangely easy to come up with fantasies of a family life with Sophia, with the pitter-patter of little feet running all over the place.
Nicole would be the big sister, bossing the other kids around. Technically, she’d be their cousin, but they’d probably feel more like siblings.
When Sophia’s parents leave us alone in the house again, I lean closer toward her and stare at her, probably with another dumb smile on my face.
“What?” she asks, looking self-conscious.
“I want you to meet Nicole, my niece.”
Sophia falls silent. She studies my facial expression, doubt and anxiety written all over her beautiful features. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I answer quickly.
“It isn’t too soon?”
“Why would it be too soon?” I ask. “Sophia, I’ve been in love with you for seven years. Seven. Damn. Years. ”
She bites her bottom lip. “I … I don’t know. I’ve never … I’ve never dated anyone with a kid before. I don’t … I’m nervous about getting her involved.”
“It doesn’t have to be a big deal,” I gaze into her eyes.
I’m lying, of course.
It is a big deal. How can it not be?
Nicole’s a huge part of my life, and Sophia is, too. I don’t want to have to keep them separate.
Sophia’s gaze flickers. “What if … I don’t know. What if this doesn’t work out?” she asks softly.
“What doesn’t work out?” I ask, exasperated.
“This. Us.”
“Sophia, this will work out. I promise you. I told you, I’m not going to lose you for a second time.”
“I know that,” she says. “But what if there’s something … something unexpected? What if something were to happen to make everything fall apart?”
“I’m not going to let anything like that happen,” I say with finality.
“But—”
“Tell me what it is that’s worrying you. What’s so important that it could tear us apart?” I ask.
Sophia clams up.
“I know something’s bothering you. Please tell me what it is,” I plead.
“Nothing,” she insists. “I’m just … I don’t know. It’s been … Everything’s happening so quickly. What if it’s just the drama? What if it’s just the sex?”
I pull her into my arms. “Princess, please don’t be scared. I know it’s …
“I know how you feel, okay? I’m scared, too. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. Hell, for the past seven years, I’ve never felt anything about anybody at all. It has just been you this whole time.
“And now that this is happening for real, I’m terrified that something will go wrong, too. But that’s only because I want it to go right so badly. It’s fucking scary, I know.
“But we’ll get through this together, okay? I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
Sophia tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes glassy with tears, reflecting the colors from the TV screen.
“I want to grow old with you, princess. I’ll do everything in my power to make that happen.”
Tears roll down her cheeks. She seems to cry a lot lately. I have no idea if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“You trust me, don’t you?” I ask as I wipe away her tears.
Sophia nods.
“Good. Let’s meet Nicole later this week, okay? We can do something totally low-key.” Looking around the room, I add, “We can watch a movie. That’s easy, right? Casual. We can make popcorn together beforehand. Does that sound like fun?”
“Yeah,” Sophia says, her lips curling up into a small smile.
“Great. It’s a date.”
Sophia
“What do you think about the movie Sophia picked?” Eli asks Nicole.
Somehow, despite my reluctance, he managed to talk me into meeting his niece. I don’t know how he did it. I’m almost convinced he’s a wizard.
I give Nicole a smile, which I hope doesn’t give away my nervousness too much.
“I like it,” Nicole says, adjusting her glasses.
“You do?” I ask.
“I want to watch the Frozen short,” she says. “My classmates say it’s good.”
“Oh, right. I almost forgot,” Eli explains. “There’s this short, twenty-minute thing that plays before the movie. She’s been talking about it for days.”
“Huh. I really picked a good one after all.” I smile as I check the writing on the popcorn packaging and make sure it’s not upside down as I place it inside the microwave.
“Yeah,” Nicole says. “Anything would be better than that troll movie they made us watch.”
“When she was stuck in school during the snow storm, they made her watch a movie,” Eli explains again.
I nod, glancing at the microwave and listening to the popping sound.
“It was so stupid,” Nicole says. She looks older than seven, the way pretty little girls appear more mature than their actual age.
“What was so stupid about it?” I ask.
“Oh, no. Not this again,” Eli complains playfully.
“Okay, so, they make the bad guys seem really bad, even though they just like to eat trolls,” Nicole says. “They don’t even eat that many trolls, even though they’re the apex predators, and eating trolls makes them super happy.”
I raise an eyebrow and give Eli a look. I mouth, “Apex predators?”
He grins. “She’s really into biology.”
I nod.
“If anything, the beginning of the movie shows the predators being responsible by not eating as many trolls as they can,” Nicole goes on.
“Sustainable farming,” I comment.
Nicole gives me a questioning look.
“Sustainable farming. That means eating only as much as you need so nature can replenish itself, so species’ don’t become extinct,” I say, not sure I’m explaining it in simple enough terms.
“Sustainable farming,” Nicole repeats, committing the term to memory.
“That’s right.” I smile.
There’s something about teaching something new and watching a kid absorb that knowledge that feels so satisfying.
“I also hate the princess,” Nicole adds.
“Oh?” I ask, glancing at the microwave to check on the popcorn.
“Yeah. Her friend spent a ton of time building a bunker and getting prepared for an attack. When it happens, she invites everyone into his bunker and takes all his stuff.” Nicole groans in frustration.
“That sounds annoying,” I comment. The popping in the m
icrowave is slowing and the air already smells like butter.
“I know!” Nicole exclaims. “What kind of a message does that send to kids?”
Eli gives me a look. “Sometimes, she doesn’t realize she’s a kid herself.”
I grin as I stop the microwave and take out the fat bag of hot popcorn.
As we move to the couch, I’m glad Eli chose to watch a movie tonight. It’s the perfect, low-stress way for Nicole and me to get to know each other.
She seems like quite the movie critic who’ll probably enjoy the activity.
And this way, if I have to disappear, hopefully she won’t notice me missing too much. We probably won’t be doing much talking tonight.
As the movie plays, Nicole sits herself between the two of us, a giant bowl of popcorn on her lap. The bright colors from the screen reflects on her glasses as she watches the screen, transfixed.
I turn to look at Eli and find him already gazing at me.
Damn it. Those eyes … They’ll be so difficult to forget, once I’m gone.
As the short starts to play, I glance outside. It’s snowing again, just like that day Eli and I met again in the cabin.
I don’t know how I feel about that meeting now.
Obviously, I’ve enjoyed my time with Eli. At the same time, a part of me wishes it has never happened because I can already feel my heart breaking.
But then again, the memories we have made … They’re priceless.
So yeah, I have plenty of conflicting emotions warring in my chest tonight.
I’ve already decided to tell Eli it’s over tonight.
I know, I know. It’s probably not a good idea to have that conversation with a child present.
But then again, that means I can walk away without Eli trying to chase after me and stop me. He has already told me his mom is staying over at her boyfriend’s tonight, so he’s the only one watching Nicole.
I thought about doing it over the phone, but that didn’t feel right. I wanted to say goodbye like an adult, to see Eli in person one last time.
Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to meet Nicole, knowing our short relationship is about to end. But without her as a distraction, I wouldn’t know how to face Eli in the first place.
Perhaps it’s selfish of me.
But … Oh well, at least after tonight, my selfishness won’t affect Eli or Nicole ever again.
