Page 41 of An Unexpected Encounter

“Stepsister, not related by blood, so I can say it all I want. I can even remind you about that hot night in the hotel.” He licks his tongue across the bottom of his lip, and my pussy quivers.

I remember it well. If I didn’t feel like shit it would be one of the images I would use when I flick my bean.

“Zeke,” Eli chastises him as he steps in front of me, Gatorade in hand. “You need to try to drink some more.”

“I got you some soup. Is it okay if we eat with you?” Jay asks.

“You’re here, so I guess so. Didn’t take you for soup men.” I try to laugh, but my body hurts too much to do it.

“About that. It’s Mexican. If the smell is going to be too much, we can eat at the firehouse.” This man has been showing me his nurturing side all day, and now this. I’ve missed someone thinking about me and how something would make me feel. My mother would never care. She’d do it anyhow.

I take a sip of the Gatorade, the coolness of it soothing my burning throat. Throwing up can really do a number on you. Once I’m done, I set it down on the end table beside me.

“No, it’s fine, eat.” I take the soup from Jay, admiring how he placed a dish towel around the bowl so I wouldn’t burn myself.

Eli steps into the room, a bag in his hand, and takes a seat on the floor in front of the coffee table, using it as a table and also in my direct sight.

“Good idea bro.” Zeke remains on the couch but scoots forward, pulling the coffee table closer to him, gaining a glare from an annoyed Eli.

The smell of the food hits me as they open the containers. I barely have time to set the soup down on the coffee table before I take off, running down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door behind me.

I hear a gentle rap before Eli’s voice feels the air. “Princess, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just dying in here. Go back and eat, please. This is embarrassing as it is.” Another round of vomiting hits me, and I grip the rim of the toilet. I really need to call the doctor. This can’t be normal.

The squeaking of the door has my body tensing. No, please no, don’t come in here.

It’s what I want to say, but the words don’t come.

He steps over to the sink, turning on the water.

“Where’s your wash rags?”

“Under the sink,” I answer, my voice audibly out of breath, and I don’t care that it is. “What are you doing?”

“Shh,” he replies.

Opening the door, he reaches underneath and pulls out a rag, running it under the water before ringing it out.

He squats down beside me, running the cold rag along the back of my neck, soothing me in a way I didn’t even know I needed.

“Have you seen a doctor? They could prescribe you some nausea medication. But at the rate you’re getting sick, I think you’ll need some IV fluids too.”

He continues to rub the rag along my neck, and I drop my ass to the floor. For the moment, I think I’m done.

There’s nothing left inside of me. I’m just too fucking weak and tired to get up.

“I’m going to call the doctor tomorrow if I’m not feeling better.” It’s not a lie, I do plan to, just it’s going to be my OB, not my primary care.

“Let me help you up.” He stands, taking hold of my hands in his and pulls me up with him. I stumble and end up falling against his chest.

Fuck, he smells so good. I inhale his scent, reveling in the familiar scent of the cedarwood cologne he was wearing on the plane. He lets go, slipping his hands around my waist, pulling me tighter to him.

Tipping my head up, my eyes lock with his chocolate ones. My lips part slightly, and I let out a moan. All I can think about is how it felt to kiss him. How soft his lips felt, even though he kissed with such force.

Our heads begin to move closer together.

“Eli?” Zeke calls from the living room.

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