Shadows (14 page)

"That waste of space, has made me hateful.
I've done my best to give him everything he needs in life, but he
took her from me. I tried to move past that by giving him a chance
with my company and changing his life for the better, but he threw
that in my face. He broke our arrangement. I will not stand here
and watch him throw his life away for some leech. She's beneath the
both of you and I will not watch her take you for granted. She's
using you. Do not let her fool you. I know her kind too well." His
voice booms across the room. I have never felt so small in my
life.

"I said get out!" Isa screams at him. Theron
steps towards him, but his gram stops him. She places her hand on
his chest. "Not now. Okay? He'll get his, just not now." She hangs
her head low as I watch Thomas stomp off to his car.

"I hate him." Theron is breathing hard and his
hands are balled in to fists at his sides.

"I know. Don't let him get to you, dear. He's
not worth it." Isa rubs his back trying to comfort him and turns to
face me. "I'm very sorry you had to see that…I'm really tired now.
I think I'll call it a night." Stepping up onto the stairs, she
grabs on the handrail. Her back is to us, but I notice her
shoulders drop. This is the first time, I've noticed how thin and
frail she looks. Thomas must really take everything out of
her.

"Night, Gram. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, dear. It's not your fault. Take
this pretty girl back to your place and spoil her. I'm old and I
need my beauty sleep."

"Yes, ma'am. Come on, beautiful. Dinner will
be here soon."

As we walk back to the guest house Theron
takes me by the waist and spins me to look at him. His gorgeous
eyes look worried and his brow is furrowed. "Don't let what my dad
said get to you. Promise me."

"I promise."

He searches my eyes for a moment. I think he’s
looking for the truth that lies beneath my words. He must find it
because, he kisses my cheek and we walk into the house.

I opt for a shower. Today has been a long and
rather odd day. I've made the decision to move in with in him and
now his dad thinks I'm some kind of leech. I'm not that kind of
person and I shouldn’t let it bother me, but it's pecking away
quietly in the back of my mind. I'm glad I texted Anne earlier.
Turning the shower on, I step under the waterfall. I really need to
ask Theron how to work all the knobs and levers. My eyes are closed
and I'm enjoying the water flow over me as I rinse the last of the
conditioner out of my hair. I hear a tap on the glass and I
jump.

"What the hell?" My hand is covering my heart
as I spy Theron through the door.

"I just wanted to let you know the pizza is
here. What were you thinking about? You really jumped." He's trying
his best not to laugh at me and is suppressing a smile. That's
twice he's surprised me today.

"I was just rinsing the soap out of my hair.
I'll be right out."

"Okay, beautiful. I'll be in the
kitchen."

I turn off the shower and quickly dry off. I
throw on an oversized t-shirt and brush my hair. I walk barefoot
into the kitchen, my feet padding on the hardwood floor.

"There you are. I almost started without you.
I thought we could eat on the couch tonight." Theron motions me
over by him and pats the cushion beside him. He has pizza, plates,
and drinks already set up on the ottoman. I fix myself a plate and
take a bite of the pizza.

"This is delicious. It's got ham and pineapple
on it. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess?" He shrugs his shoulders at me.
"About my dad, I really am sorry."

"Let it go. You shouldn’t have to apologize
for someone else." I take a sip of my drink and decide I should let
him know about my plans tomorrow. My car! I forgot about my car.
Paul was supposed to drop it off at my parents, but I didn’t see it
there. "Theron, where's my car? It wasn't at my
parents."

"Oh, I called Paul while you were in the room
with your dad. Since you're going to be living here now, I figured
you would need your car dropped off here instead. Is that
okay?"

"Yes, that's fine. I was hoping to have it by
tomorrow morning."

"Why? Are you planning on leaving me in the
morning?" He genuinely looks nervous as he runs his hands through
his hair.

"No, babe. I need to go to work. I still have
bills I have to pay, and I need to catch up on my accounts." I
twirl a lock of my hair around my finger. I really don’t want to
upset him.

"I thought we talked about this. Don't let my
dad get to you. You don't need to go into work, beautiful. I'll
take care of you."

I set our plates on the ottoman. I take his
face into my hands, my palms resting on the sides of his face. "I
haven't let him bother me. I texted Anne earlier in the day to let
her know I would be returning. I don't want to wallow anymore. I
need to get back to my usual routine so I can move on with my
life…so I can move on with you." He closes his eyes and I softly
place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you sure? I like the idea of you staying
here better. How can I keep you if you are away from
me?"

"You can't put me in your pocket and hide me
away. I still have friends and a job. I need to get back to them."
He scoops me into his lap, my legs straddling his. "I guess you
will be needing a car to get to work tomorrow."

"I guess so."

"Well, then you my dear, Eve, are very
lucky."

"Why is that?" I ask with a playful
grin.

"Because I have the keys to Badass in my
pocket. If you can get them out, you can take my car in the
morning."

"What? Are you serious?" I squeal like a
little girl while trying to fish them out of his pockets. He's
making it difficult by trying to block my hands. He squeezes my
sides and I hysterically laugh. "It's not fair. You can’t tickle
me."

"Who said anything about fair?" Grabbing me
around the waist, he holds me with one hand and uses his other hand
to try and tickle my sides. I’m laughing so hard I can barely
breathe. Then I snort. My hands fly up to cover my face. I'm
completely embarrassed. He pulls my hands down with one of his
hands. His other hand is dangling the keys in front of me. I
scrunch my face up trying to understand why he's handing them over.
"Snorting while laughing is an automatic win."

"I didn’t know that was in the rules." I
snatch the keys from him.

"Oh, it is. It's rule number one. Any sexy
girl sitting in my lap, who snorts while laughing, automatically
earns the right to drive Badass. Hence, me handing over my keys to
you."

"Any sexy girl? That seems very
vague."

"Well, let’s get more specific. Any sexy girl
named Evelyn sitting in my lap wins."

I cut him off with a kiss to his lips. I
really like his playful side. I stand to put his keys in my purse
and he grabs my hand.

"Surely the keys to Badass are worth more than
a kiss?"

"Of course they are. I just need to put them
in my purse."

"You mean your giant luggage of a thing you
carry around?"

"It's not luggage. It's my purse!" He smacks
my ass as I walk away. I roll my eyes at him.

"Since you're insisting on working tomorrow,
shall we head to bed?"

"It's only eight Theron. How much sleep do you
think I need?"

"No one said anything about sleep beautiful.
I'll clean up dinner. I want you in our bed, naked, in ten minutes.
Go."

I don't hesitate. I turn around and quickly
pad down the hallway. Playful and in charge? I'll take this side of
Theron any day. I've done exactly what I was told. I'm staring at
the door, looking and listening for any kind of movement. I feel
nervous and excited at the same time. I'm biting the inside of my
cheek. Needing to calm down, I take a couple of deep breaths and
then I hear the click of the door.

"Close your eyes." I immediately comply and
bite my bottom lip. "That lip is mine to bite, not yours. Let it
go."

I slowly release my lip at his words. I hear a
drawer open and close. I can hear him breathing. I feel soft
material cover my eyes as he taps the back of my head with his
finger. I lift up so he can tie the material. It's soft and feels
like cotton. "What is that?"

"Shh. It's just a bandana. I'm improvising.
Don't question me again." His voice is firm. I swallow not knowing
what to say. "Since you've decided to leave me in the morning, I
have decided to make tonight so remarkable you'll have to squeeze
your legs together at just the thought of my name."

"Confident, aren't we?" Slap! I gasp. My
nipple is stinging as his hand leaves my breast. I'm so aroused. I
can feel the moisture pooling between my legs.

"You're testing your limits, I see. May I
suggest that you don’t?" He palms by breast rolling my nipples
between his thumb and forefinger. My back arches pushing more of my
breasts into his hand. His hand leaves my body and I'm left aching
for his touch. My nipples are now erect and stinging from pleasure.
I feel his breath on my neck as he whispers in my ear, "I want to
try something I haven't done before. This might be
cold."

I hear what I think is the snap of a plastic
lid. I let out a shocked gasp as I feel cold syrup drizzle over my
breasts and down my stomach. He circles my belly button before
continuing to drizzle it farther south. "I think we need some right
here." Theron spreads my legs apart with his knee pinning my left
leg open with his knee, and my right leg with his hand. "Deep
breath, beautiful." It's so cold. I feel the syrup drizzle across
my wet slit. Taking his finger he runs them front to back sliding
across my clit, making sure to hit my hard bundle of nerves with a
flick of his fingers.

"Ah!" It's sticky and cold, but I can feel it
melting from the heat emanating from my body. I feel his hands
start to smear the syrup across my breasts. "Chocolate syrup? Isn't
that a little cliché?" Slap! A loud moan escapes my body. My nipple
is electrified from the rough touch of his hand.

"Don't question me again. I will not hesitate
to flip you over and take it out on your ass." I whimper from the
thought. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He wraps his hand around
the base of my neck, his grip is firm, but not hard or painful. His
lips press against mine. I open to him, his tongue dominates my
mouth. He ends the kiss and places another one softly against my
forehead. "The idea of chocolate syrup may be cliché, but I am not.
This is butterscotch."

A soft smile forms on my face. Butterscotch
syrup isn't so different from chocolate, but I don't question his
logic. I feel his lips on my breast, sucking my nipple into his
mouth while his fingers are pulling and tugging expertly on my
other breast. Sucking and licking at the butterscotch he has
smeared across my body, his mouth and fingers move back and forth
between my breasts and down to my belly button. I feel his tongue
trail down the center between my legs. The anticipation is killing
me. Spreading me open with his fingers, he flattens his tongue,
licking and circling my clit. His tongue slips into my pussy and my
hips jump up to meet him.

"My two favorite things, butterscotch and your
pussy. God, you taste so good." He slowly slides two fingers in and
out of me. "Open your mouth." His fingers brush against my bottom
lip as I close my mouth around them. A moan escapes me as I circle
them with my tongue sucking off every bit of the sweet sticky
syrup. Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he sucks them into his.
"Sweet, salty and all mine."

I feel him move from the bed. I hear another
drawer open and then I hear the sweet sound of foil ripping. Yes! I
can't take much more. I need him. I feel his hands grip my waist
and he flips me over. "On your knees. Put your arms out in front of
you and lay your face down on the bed." I kneel, spreading my legs
so he can see how wet he makes me. Bending at the waist, I lay my
shoulders and face on the bed. I turn my head so my cheek is
resting on the mattress with my arms straight in front of me. I
feel his hands caress my thighs and cup my cheeks. Then, I feel a
whoosh of air. Smack! My ass is stinging from where his hand has
undoubtedly left a mark. “Mine." His fingers graze my slit. I'm
panting, waiting for his next move. I feel his tip slide between my
wet lips, pushing on my clit before he slams into me.

"Theron!" He stills. His hand reaches under me
and pinches my nipple. It's just slightly painful. I gasp. Sliding
his cock out of my body, he slams back into me again. Fuck. It's so
incredibly deep and hard.

"You're so wet. You feel like silk wrapping
around my cock." He pulls almost completely out and slowly slides
back in. The change of speeds consumes me. I don't know what's
coming next and the anticipation is only heightening my need for
him. He starts a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of me as his
hand slide around to find my clit. He flicks my bundle of nerves,
and I see a slight glimmer of stars out the corner of my eyes. My
electrified nerves are pushing me to climax, I have no idea how
much longer I can hold it back.