Page 11 of Fourth Wall

“It's okay not to be okay with it, too.” She stretched out on the curb, letting her long legs out from under her. She grabbed a cheese puff from the bag I was holding and looked up at the sky as it started to turn pink, indicating the sun was setting.

“Who did you come here with? In college, you said earlier?” She looked over at me like my question scared her.

“Tyler was in law school. We were together and had a group of friends we all hung out with. They were his age, so a few years older than me.” She shook her head and laughed, but it wasn’t the same type of laughter that sang melodies in my mind every night. “Once we split, they obviously all decided to stay friends with him, and suddenly, I was left with no one. I realized quicklythat all my friends took his side, which was ridiculous since he was the one who cheated on me. I was the doting wife stuck at home.” She fumbled with her fingers, dusting some of the puff off them. But I could see her thoughts spiraling.

“I am so sorry.” I grabbed a cheese puff at the same time she did, and our fingers very gently touched. Both of us immediately looked at each other. No way did she feel the same thing I did when our skin touched. It was a chemical feeling that made me forget about everything else around me. It was dangerous and brought my entire guard down.

“Do you think he’ll come and do something dangerous tonight?,” she hesitantly asked and looked at me, fear distinctly prominent in her blues.

“No. That’s why I’m around, firecracker.” I gave her a little wink, and she playfully shoved me.

“This is fucking disgusting, though. I cannot get over how much dog piss we’re sitting on.” I looked down at the curb. Julian's bougie ways had really started to rub off on me because ten years ago Christian would happily enjoy sitting on a curb drinking a forty with a hot girl. This time, real laughter exploded from Maeve’s little body.

“I guess I never thought of it like that.” She continued to laugh as it echoed.

“Let’s go. You can finish the beer in the car.” I pointed at her snacks and bottle, not giving a fuck about any open bottle law. In my line of work with the Marchetti men, we were always above the law.

Once we got back into the car, I pulled out and continued to drive to the casita where I was staying. When Tatum moved out, I decided to take over her lease since I was staying at Julian’s at the time. It wasn’t far from where Maeve’s guesthouse was.

“You never told me why you call me firecracker?” She looked over at me as I pulled into the driveway in the back and threw the car into park.

I turned to look at her as she slowly licked the cheese off her fingers. She shoved each one in and out of her mouth as she lapped around it, using her tongue so erotically to get the fucking cheese dust off her fingers.

“What are you staring at?” Maeve asked. If this was how good her mouth looked working her fingers, I couldn’t imagine how those pretty pink lips would look wrapped around me while her blond hair fell down her bare back.

“Are you going to somehow scold me for not using a fork on these puffs?” She laughed, but her voice only made me harder. I felt my cock twitch at the mental image of her and quickly shoved that image out of my head.Get your mind back in the game and go inside to get your bag. Let’s get this night over with.

But she just kept doing it with her tongue, darting it in and out of her mouth. The moment she let out a little moan, she looked up and closed her eyes, and I about fucking lost it right there. I could have come in my damn pants watching her dirty little mouth wrapped around her fingers. I grabbed a cheese puff from the bag before popping it into my mouth. My hands were decorated with the same dust she was sucking off.

With her eyes closed and her tongue wrapped around her fingers, I yanked them out of her mouth and shoved my fingers to the back of her throat, making her gag.

A small sensual gasp left her lips, and her eyes opened to look at me. They were hooded, darkening as they locked with mine. I shook my head when I saw her hand reach up to pull my fingers out of her mouth.

“If you’re going to sit there and tease me, then be agood girland open wide for me,” I demanded, full of dangerous craving.

She very slowly took my fingers into her mouth and parted her lips ever so slightly as she grabbed my wrist. I thrust my fingers deep into her so that her pretty little mouth would be full of me. I watched as she looked down at my black pants, and she saw how fucking hard she made me.

With a tantalizing gesture, she grazed her teeth along the dusty surface, savoring every morsel before delicately consuming it, all while I continued to delve deeper into her mouth with my fingers. There was no music, no ambient noise, absolutely nothing but the small pants she let out occasionally as she sucked my fingers raw.

This was it. This was my responsibility, just like any other task Julian had bestowed upon me. Tonight, my mission was clear—ensure her safety. Yet here I stood, exploiting a vulnerable girl. Withdrawing my fingers, I opened the door, refusing to glance back. If I did, I feared that the desire etched upon her face might weaken my resolve.

We parked at her house, and as I approached, I cast a playful glance back at her as she exited the car. "Don't let your jaw hit the floor, Maeve. It's not a flattering look," I quipped, chuckling to myself as I got out of the car Amid my laughter, her muttered, "Jerk," only served to fuel my amusement.

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Maeve

I didn’t know what that was. I had no idea what just happened, but it was so fucking hot that I would do it again a thousand times over. I wasn’t a prude, but I also hadn’t been with anyone since my divorce. Licking cheese puff dust off while Christian’s fingers fucked my mouth was the most action I had gotten inyears, and it was by far the most erotic thing I could have ever wanted without even asking for it.

I also was reaching the end of my 40oz and was feeling quite tipsy at this point. I felt guilty for drinking around Christian, but honestly, what happened with Tyler and his summons fucked with my brain. I didn't know how to shut off the thoughts that swirled around, so I had to drink.

Add along with the fact that I was now stuck with this bodyguard who basically finger-fucked me in my mouth…for the entire night.

When did Christian become so hot? I mean, he had always been around our group of friends, but like when did I start fantasizing about how much longer I could go without the taste of his fingers in my mouth? His fucking fingers. I couldn’t imagine what…

No. I was not imagining. Couldn’t. He was my friend, and he was being supportive. Besides, I lashed out at him earlier in the bathroom, and we hadn't addressed it yet. He admitted he was sober, while I on the other hand, was undeniably intoxicated, to the point where I could not drive a car. Let's just tally this up as another potential mistake on my already extensive list of blunders today.

“Thanks for driving me.” I slammed the door shut, heading to the guesthouse and fiddling with the handle.

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