Page 54 of Estranged Heart
“Silas?” The door closes behind her and Elijah holds me still, his breathing heavy as he shakes his head at me not to answer. I don’t say anything and she calls for me again, her clogs tapping against the kitchen floor. “Are you not here? Your car is out front.”
Sighing, she opens the fridge door and closes it before rummaging through the silverware drawers. “He must be sleeping,” she says to herself. She doesn’t move for a long time and then I hear the microwave turn on. She’s here for lunch. Why didn’t she tell me that?
Elijah presses his hand over my mouth and bucks his hips, fucking into me in a steady rhythm. His eyes are primal and I can’t help but get lost in them. Pleasure spirals inside me again, the sensations both overwhelming and not enough as they bring me closer to my orgasm. He fucks upward, slamming his bodyinto mine, pressing me tighter to the wall as he replaces his hand with his mouth. His kisses muffle my sounds and without thinking I slap my hand against the wall.
“Silas? Is that you?” Her voice gets closer and my body tenses. Elijah doesn’t stop pounding inside me, my hole squeezing around his twitching cock. I try to break free of his hold but he doesn’t let me, his mouth attacking mine while he’s spilling inside me. The warm liquid coats my insides and he wraps a large hand around my bouncing cock. His short, quick strokes are as off-kilter as his thrusts and tongue.
I pound my fists against his chest, biting back a scream as pleasure explodes inside me. I come so hard I nearly black out, my skin feeling fuzzy and like it’s not attached to me.
Who knew sex could be this earth-shattering? He was right about me loving my hole being touched. It’s like a drug I keep needing to come back to in order to experience my new favorite high. It’s taken me by surprise how much has changed in such a short amount of time. I wanted to start living, but hadn’t fully felt like I was until our last days spent together. I was going so many places at one time with Elijah only minutes ago, and didn’t even have to move.
This is easy. Easy and hard at the same time. I have no issues giving in to temptation, but I struggle to return to my life whenever he’s not here, and soon he’ll leave, taking the easy with him.
Stacey never enters the laundry room, her footsteps trailing toward her ringing phone instead. She curses under her breath before answering the phone. “Yeah, what happened?”
She slams her hand on the counter, sucking in a breath. “I’m just finishing up my lunch. I’ll be there in an hour.” She walks around the kitchen. “Fine, thirty minutes. It’s hard to work on an empty stomach, you know?”
Her voice grows quieter the further she’s away from us, and I can’t relax as long as she’s in the same room. I’m practically holding my breath. “Hold on. I have the list in my car.”
Elijah looks at me, face flushed and nostrils flaring from his panting. I lean my head against the wall and he buries his face in my neck, pressing his warm lips to my skin. The front door opens and as soon as it closes, he sets me on the ground. I hold on to the wall, trying to regain feeling in my legs.
“Fuck, that was close,” I say, searching for my clothes. “She wasn’t supposed to be home.”
Elijah tugs on his jeans and shirt, glancing out into the kitchen. “It was stupid and I’m the one who’s sorry this time. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Her being here reminded me that she gets to have you whenever she wants, and I just wanted to keep you as mine a little longer.”
My insides warm at his words and it’s so damn hard not to kiss him again. Stacey is so close and I still only need him. It doesn’t matter why anymore. Figuring out the reason won’t stop what’s happening between us, we’d still be where we are now. “We don’t have a lot of time. You stay in here until the coast is clear.” I quickly put on my clothes and run a hand through my hair. “I’m going to sneak into the back yard and pretend I was there all along.”
“You definitely look like you’ve been breaking a sweat.” He winks, cocking his head.
I roll my eyes. “And you’re not the only one at fault here. But man, did we prove bad ideas go hand in hand with good ones,” I say, walking back into the kitchen. As the knob on the front door twists, I hurry outside and wait until I see her entering the house to come back in.
“You’re home early,” I say, acting surprised to see her.
“There you are. I was calling for you. Thought you might’ve been napping.”
“Nope. Just doing yard work like I said I was going to do this morning.”
Her forehead lifts and she heads for the salad sitting on the island in the exact same spot Elijah fucked me. “Right. I must’ve forgotten. I only came home to eat since I forgot my lunch. I have to head back soon but I’m happy I get to see you before I go.”
“Look, Stacey. We really need to talk.”
She shakes her head, turning away from me. “I can’t, Silas.”
“We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other and I feel like that’s all we’ve done.”
“Whatever it is you feel like you have to tell me, don’t. Sometimes things are better off staying buried.”
“But Stace, I—”
She presses a finger to my mouth. “I already know, and I forgive you. You’re not well, Silas, and I knew something was off that first week I brought you home. You’re confused and experiencing rare side effects from the heart transplant. We can get you the help you need. We can go to counseling together. Whatever it takes.”
I swallow hard, stepping back. “I think it’s too late for all that.”
“Do you love her?”
“Her?” My throat constricts. What does she think she’s seen?
“Yeah. The person you went to meet at the lake. I saw you get in her car and couldn’t stay for the rest. I’m guessing it wasn’t the first time.”
