Page 28 of Decoded
Since the pacing is doing nothing for me, I yank open the door and follow the stone path over to the guest house. When I reach the small cottage-style building, I knock. There’s no answer, but Anna’s car is here and I’m so sure I can hear someone talking inside. I knock again, but still no answer. Debating whether I should let myself in or just give up and head back to the house, I decided to text my brothers.
Keaton
Hey Cam, what side of the law would I be on if I broke into a place I technically own?
Lincoln
Whatever the fuck you’re thinking about doing, don’t.
Keaton
I didn’t fucking ask you.
Camden
I’m not offering legal advice without more context.
Lincoln
In other words, don’t fucking do whatever stupid think you’re thinking about doing.
Keaton
I hate you both.
Deciding that since I own the place it’s not really breaking and entering, I move forward with my plan. Besides, Anna won’t press charges against me. Probably.
Twisting the doorknob, I creep inside like I’m a damn spy in some movie. The voices are coming from the bedroom, so I walk across the living room to the smaller space. As my hand goes to knock, I hear Anna moan and my whole body goes still.
“Right there, that feels so good. Yes. God, yes.” Sound continues to carry through the door. It’s so fucking hot hearing her like this, knowing she’s worked herself up, hopefully thinking of me.
I’ve never been so fucking hard.
Unbuckling my belt, I push my pants and boxer briefs past my ass and wrap my hand around my already leaking cock.
We’ll work ourselves up together.
We will get off together.
We will think of each other together.
I work myself in tandem to her noises, wishing it was her mouth, her pussy, her ass, anything of hers to replace my own touch. As she reaches her climax, she shouts my name. My fucking name that sounds like it was meant to be spoken from her lips. My body jerks and I look down to see my palm is covered in the sticky substance I so badly want to fill her with.
I know Anna hasn’t forgiven me yet. I know I don’t fucking deserve her forgiveness. But knowing she’s thinking of me givesme hope that what’s between us isn’t over. That knowledge makes it a little easier to walk away as I head back to my house.
I decided I would head back down to the guest house this morning, bringing with me the gift of coffee and a plan. Just as I make it to the front of her place, Anna steps out, taking my breath away. The warmer day temperatures of the day has her wearing a pink and white striped sundress that accentuates her large chest and hugs her hips. Her shoes are some strappy sandal type things with wedged heels that add a couple extra inches to her height, bringing her mouth even closer to mine. It takes everything in me to stop myself from crashing my lips down onto hers.
“Good morning,” I greet her cheerfully, extending the coffee in my hand.
“It was,” she mutters. “What do you want this morning, Mr. Fisher?”
“Just Keaton,” I say, correcting her and floating the cup around the air to bring her attention to it. She sighs and takes the cup from me, making my smile grow even wider. I’m counting that as a win.
Her deep pink lips sip the warm drink and a slight moan from her sends signals straight to my dick, conjuring memories ofhow fucking hot last night’s events were. She takes another sip, savoring the warm liquid. Never in my life did I think I would be jealous of a cup of coffee, but here we are.
“I wanted to offer you a ride to the office. Since we’re both going to and from the same place, I thought it made sense.”
“Umm, no, that’s okay.” I see her face flush slightly at my offer. “I think it’s best we keep things between us professional.”
