A feeling of discomfort takes over as I can feel the irritation radiating off of the man I gave my virginity to just last night. Keep it the fuck together, James.
“Brandon is a pretentious Mama’s boy with zero fucking swag. What is Gab going to do with that?” James interjects and I already feel my anxiety rising at his response.
“Language,” Mom admonishes with a look that says ‘you may be thirty but I will still take you over my knee.’ “And I think he’s adorable.”
“Oh my gosh!” Monica squeals and claps her hands. “Let’s have him over for dinner.”
“No!” I say quickly and I chastise myself at my knee jerk reaction. “I just mean…don’t invite him over for me. I’m not interested.”
“Oh, come on, he’s super cute, Gab. If I was a couple years younger…” Monica tucks her hair behind both ears and shoots me an exaggerated wink.
“I’m just not interested. Monica, I’ve been home for five seconds. I haven’t seen you guys in months, I’m not trying to sit through an uncomfortable dinner tonight with someone I haven’t seen since I was sixteen. Can I even get in the door before you’re trying to fix me up with someone?” I try my best to laugh it off but I know I sound annoyed. I stand up, the pie completely forgotten. “I’m going to take my stuff upstairs; I’ll be right back.” I grab my things and begin dragging it upstairs when I feel James’ hands over my own, taking my luggage from me. I follow him up the long spiral staircase to the second floor where my room is located.
I toss my purse on my reading chair, a white suede chaise that is easily the softest thing that I’ve ever sat on, besides James’ mouth. I drop to the bed and look up at James and am surprised to see the look of want in his eyes that seems to ignite the need inside of me.
No, I mouth at him.
He runs his tongue over his teeth and takes a deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth before taking a few steps towards me. I back up on the bed, scooting my butt up towards the pillows and putting my hand out to stop him from advancing.
I shake my head, my eyes wide and unblinking as my heart pounds in my chest at the idea of anyone catching us in an intimate moment.
Not to mention my door is wide fucking open.
“James,” I whisper when he’s close enough to hear me. “Don’t. It’s too risky.”
“Don’t give a fuck.” His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow at me. His blue eyes heat my skin and when he runs his tongue over his lips, my clit flutters in response.
“But…”
He grabs my face and rubs his nose over mine and then down the side of my face. “You interested in that nerd next door, Princess?”
I roll my eyes despite the ache growing aggressively between my legs as I realize why he’s suddenly feeling reckless enough to behave this way. “Jealous, much?”
Not pleased with my response, his hand squeezes my jaw. “It’s a question, don’t make me ask you again.”
“No.”
“You sure? Have you ever been interested? I haven’t been around in a while, so I don’t know about the neighborhood boys that grew into men that may be interested in this,” he says as he grabs me between my legs. “Which belongs to me.”
I glance at the door and try to listen for my parents and Monica, and thankfully I can faintly hear the white noise of them talking.
“What would you say if I told you I was?” I raise an eyebrow at him. I know I’m going down a dark road, taunting him while there’s no hope for either of us releasing the tension I’m creating.
“I would remind you that he has no idea of what you like or how to please you. That only I know how to make your body come alive.” He lowers his face to mine. My breath quickens and I try my best to control it. A smug grin slowly creeps onto his face and I am annoyed at myself for being so easily affected.
“You’re going to get us caught,” I whisper as I hear Monica’s voice clearer than I did a few minutes ago.
He takes a step back and I hop off the bed just as Monica calls my name. I don’t even have a chance to respond before she’s skipping into my room. “Do you want to go downtown tonight? It’s stopped snowing and I think it’ll be fun. You have a fake, right?” She looks at James and scrunches her nose. “Sisters night. You’re not invited.”
“I have no interest in going with you two anywhere.” He rolls his eyes as he backs out of the doorway but not before shooting me a dark, almost sinister look.
James: You look fucking sexy as hell. I’m getting hard just looking at you.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I saw the text message notification from James, but it certainly wasn’t that. I almost choke on my vodka soda when I see the words on my screen. He’s here?
Much to Monica’s confusion, James was willing to drive us downtown for the night, but what’s odd is we’re at a different bar than where he dropped us, so how does he know where we are? I haven’t talked to him since we got here because catching up with my older sister has actually been fun and Monica would be all over my shit if I was consistently texting. Thankfully, we ran into Monica’s friend and they’re catching up, allowing me a chance to check my phone and reply to his message without prying eyes.
Me: You’re here?
James: Yes.
Me: How did you know where we were?
James: Big brother’s intuition?
I fight the smile playing on my lips.
James: You forget we all share our location with each other?
I shake my head remembering that little fact and also that I may need to turn mine off so Monica and our parents don’t know quite how much time I’m spending with James once we go back to New York.
James: Get away from Mon.
Me: Are you insane? James, no. There could be anyone here that knows us. People from high school. Not just Monica.
James: I’m sorry where in my previous message did you see a question mark?
Me: This is a bad idea.
James: No shit, but I need you. I’m like a fucking addict and I’m starved for my next fix of you.
It feels like it’s gotten about ten degrees hotter just reading his words. I lean over to Monica. “Running to the bathroom.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“No, no I’m good. Stay with your friend. Want me to grab you another drink?”
“Please!” She points at her half drunk beer that I’m sure will be gone by the time I get back. I slide out of the booth and pull my short off-the-shoulder sweater dress down in case it had ridden up. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right ways, hitting me mid-thigh and exposing a sliver of skin before my knee high heeled boots. I curled my hair in tight curls but they had fallen being in this hot club and I’m sporting more wavy hair that looks like I’ve just been thoroughly fucked.
I’m moving through the club slowly, not sure where James is but I’m sure I can feel his eyes on me. I pull out my phone to text him when I feel someone in my space. I look up half expecting to see him standing in front of me when it’s a guy I don’t recognize. The remixed sounds of Doja Cat are blaring through the speakers and I wish we were back in New York so I could grind my ass all over James’ dick but I smile realizing he’d probably make that fantasy happen just like all the others.