Page 22 of Fourth Wall

“Chill, firecracker. I have it under control.” He had that smug look on his face, and I looked at the deep scruff on his jawline that was a cross between a small beard and stubble. His hair definitely was long enough to be pulled into a bun but not so long and stringy that it looked gross.

We drove back to where Tatum and Gianna lived with Elio and Julian.

“I appreciate your effort, Christian, but we cannot live with our friends,” I told him as we drove into their neighborhood.

He just chuckled, the melodic tone filling the otherwise quiet car. “We aren’t living with our friends, Maeve.” Fuck, when he said my name, it was a combination of both sweet and salty. It was powerful and commanding.

“Christian,” I responded barely audibly, “I cannot afford a house in this neighborhood. It is far too expensive. Plus, we sent the real estate agent home.”

We pulled up to a house on the same cul-de-sac that our friends were on. In fact, it was just at the end of the block. It didn’t have the same glamorous views that Julian or Elio had, but it still was on a little hillside and overlooked the Pacific Ocean. The house was beautiful. It had pale blue slats and a large porch that was oddly familiar to the one at my parents’ house.The landscaping wasn’t complete, but the house looked almost new.

“What is this?” I looked around as he parked the car and then promptly crossed my arms over my chest. “Seriously, Christian. This is way out of my price range. It isn’t even funny.”

He got out of the car and opened my door, where I sat there like a toddler throwing my fit.

“Get out of the car, Maeve.” There he went again with my name.

“No.” He reached down and extended his hand for me to grab, but I just stuck out my lower lip at him.

“Maeve, if you do that to me, I will do more than just take you into this house.” His tone was low. His stance was both irritated and erotic, sending a shiver down my spine.

“What would you do?” I wanted to test him. I knew what I was doing, and quite frankly, I didn’t care.

“Maeeeveee,” he murmured in a “don’t test me” tone.

“What?” I looked up at him with a large, doe-eyed expression.

He leaned down on his haunches, so I was now face-to-face with him as I sat in the passenger side of the car.

“Maeve.” He said my name like it was a full sentence. “I would take that lower lip that you’re sticking out, open your mouth wide, and shove it full of my cock to shut you up. I would fill you up so deep with my cum that you would be choking on your words.”

Stunned.

I was shocked. I didn’t have words. It was so carnal and alluring. I had never heard anyone speak so dirty. I hated that I liked it too.

I blinked a few times before getting out of the seat, pushing past him, and walking toward the house. I had to take some deep breaths to center myself before I could speak again. I could feelthe wetness in my panties, and I had no desire to share this little fact with Christian.

“Well, are you coming to show me whatever this is?” I finally managed to get the words out of my mouth while I squeezed my thighs closed tightly.

He laughed again and then got up from where he squatted and walked over to me. He reached out to my hand, and I looked down at it.

“Take it, firecracker.” I begrudgingly grabbed his hand. Even worse, I hated that his hands were an almost perfect fit in mine. I was joking. They weren’t *almost* perfect. Quite frankly, they were simply the perfect fit.

“Close your eyes,” he requested.

I rolled my eyes, which made him chuckle, and then shut them. He guided me onto what felt like the porch, and then I heard a key open the door. We walked a few steps to what I could only assume was inside the house.

“Okay, open up.”

I was stunned. The house was beautiful. Gosh, even beautiful wasn’t a strong enough word to describe it, though. It had dark wooden accents. It was comfortable with hints of feeling quite coastal too. There was a large living room area, and the kitchen was bright and inviting. It was modern, but it wasn’t like the apartment that felt bare and sterile. This felt almost lived in, yet it was brand new.

I paused in the middle of the room and looked down, realizing I still held Christian’s hand. He must not have noticed or cared and started guiding me up the stairs;stairs with a baby gate at the bottom that was perfect for a four-year-old toddler.

“Christian?” He ignored me and guided me up the stairs. There were two rooms on one side of the house. He led me into the first one. It was painted light pink and had a small toddlerbed. It was full of Barbie toys and large organization cube units for toys and clothes.

“What the—” I walked into the room, pulling my hand away from Christian, completely stunned.

I quickly turned to Christian, who was merely smilingnonchalantly in the doorframe.

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