Page 20 of Six Wishes

CHAPTER10

The world knows you

Van

I am out of breath and don’t feel capable of pulling out of Chloe’s warm pussy. I need to stay like this for a while longer. I don’t remember the last time I was this blissed out after having sex. Chloe’s got some magic pussy for sure.

“Somebody’s here,” she struggles to bring her arms down from above her head, but my own arms are still stretched up, and my entire body is holding her prisoner.

“What?” I got high once in my first year in college, and this is about how I felt.

“There’s som…” she starts to say, but then I hear it too. Noise coming from the kitchen. There’s definitely someone in my house.

“Fuck,” I attempt to lift myself off her without hurting her. My entire body is one giant noodle. When my still sort of hard cock slips out of her, I hiss as the cool air hits me. “Are you okay?” I think to ask when I see that she winces a little.

“I think so. But I’m scared,” her eyes go toward the doorway. “Who is that?”

“I’ll go look. Don’t move from this room until I tell you it’s safe, okay?” I manage to roll out of bed, then rush over to the dresser to grab my shorts and pull them on.

“Can I… or you…?” Chloe looks almost embarrassed when she puts her arms out for me to untie the bikini bottoms I restrained her wrists with before ravishing her body.

“Baby,” I drop to my knees in front of the bed, “you were amazing.” I give her a quick kiss on the mouth all while working on my knots. Seems like I was a little extra zealous when I made them. “I’ll tell you all about how amazing as soon as I figure out what the fuck is happening out there, okay?” I whisper against her mouth, and she gives me a worried nod.

I finally have her untied, and I hand her the clothes she removed earlier. When she’s done dressing, I eye her up and down. The top part is good since she has the zip-up hoodie on, even though it’s a tad cropped, and I can almost see the skin of her stomach every time she moves her arms.

The bottoms are what the problem is. She pulled her shorts on, and they are so fucking short that I don’t know how I’m supposed to protect her from any possible danger when she’s half naked like that. I won’t be able to focus.

I am just about to run into my closet and grab a pair of my sweatpants for her when I hear another noise from the kitchen. What the fuck is going on?

I put a finger up to my lips, motioning for Chloe to be quiet. I then start creeping down the hallway, feeling like I’m doing something illegal in my own house. At the last minute, I do a detour in one of the spare bedrooms where I got a hockey stick stashed by the door.

I take a deep breath and decide to go all Mel Gibson in Braveheart, when he was screaming off at the top of his lungs that he wanted freedom. That’s me right now, except that I just want the intruder out of my house.

“What the fuck are you doing?” my friend Zach’s voice throws me off. And that’s when I remember that he’d told me he’d stop by after visiting with his sister tonight.

“Dude,” I put the hockey stick down and lean against the kitchen counter. “How the fuck did you get into my house?”

“Through your front door,” he points toward it like it’s obvious. “I rang the doorbell, banged on the door, I got nothing. I tried the doorknob, and,” he turns around in a big circle, “here I am.”

Movement from behind me seems to get his attention, and I turn to look, knowing already what I am going to see. Chloe is standing at the entrance to the kitchen, looking all hot as all fuck and also very unsure of herself.

I put an arm out for her to come to me, and she slides right under, tucking herself against my side. If I were a lesser person, I’d freak out right about now about how perfectly well she fits against me.

“Ah, Chloe Montgomery,” Zach’s face brightens to new levels, and I want to punch off his face the grin he’s giving her. “It is so good to meet you in person!” He puts a hand out and she does the same, then they shake.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” she sounds confused, and so am I.

“Zach Cavanaugh,” he points to his chest. “I’m your man’s best friend, even though he wouldn’t claim me as such. And you don’t know me,” Zach laughs. “But the world knows you by now.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snap in impatience. Zach’s always had this talent of not minding his own business, and messing around when he thought people might be getting aggravated by his presence. He gets off on that shit, I swear.

“When’s the last time you checked your social media, Van?” Zach eyes me curiously. “And you too, Chloe, now that I think of it.”

Choe slips from under my arm, scrambling to find her cell phone. I don’t move because I’m assuming she’ll tell me what this is about.

“Oh no,” she starts chanting. “No, no, no!”

“What’s going on, Chlo?” I watch her carefully, now starting to get a little worried.

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