Page 79 of Bring me Back
“Quiet, Ms. Delos Santos. It’s my dinner time, now.”
Doorbell.
I heard it in the distance, a faraway dream. It rang again and my eyes flew open. A heavy hand weighed me down, right on my waist, keeping me close to his chest. A leg over mine. I felt his erection between my ass cheeks. I never slept with anyone, but I thought I was doing great. I fit so perfectly in his arms; I loved his house, his furniture, his taste. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of meal he had planned for breakfast. I hoped it wasn’t lasagna or risotto.
Doorbell.
I moaned, moving and making the man behind me move, too. “Dan,” I called.
“Hmm,” he replied.
“Dan, your doorbell.”
Like it was rehearsed, it rang once again. “See? Someone is at your door.”
“Tell them to leave.”
“I’m not answering your door.”
“Neither am I.”
I giggled. He held me closer, his hand roaming from my stomach to between my legs. Last night he said we weren’t going to do anything again since I was a little sore. After our little dinner date in the kitchen, we had a shower, and I might have used my hands on him. And then in the middle of the night he woke me up with kisses, and in a blink, he was inside of me again.
I was sore, sure. But it was a delicious kind of sore, throbbing in a way I didn’t mind one bit.
I felt the pad of his finger circling over my clit. I gasped at the same time the doorbell rang again.
“Dan…” I shook my head when he dipped a finger. “Go answer the door and tell them to fuck off.”
He chuckled behind me. “It’s like I’m a bad influence.”
“You are,” I agreed. “Here I am, naked in a much older man’s bed. What would the town of Bluehaven ever say to that?”
“The town of Bluehaven needs to go fuck themselves.”
“Great. Start saying that to whoever is at your door.” And the doorbell rang again, this time came accompanied by rushed knocks.
Dan stiffened, worried for the first time. Someone was too keen on talking to him. It was still early enough, and my senses flared. He removed his hand from me. I tried not to whine. With a quick movement, Dan checked his phone on the bedside, probably not finding anything as he tossed on the bed the next second. He fished his bottoms from the floor, and I watched, sitting up.
“I’ll get rid of them,” he guaranteed. “Don’t you dare get dressed.” As a warning, he kissed me quickly and then tweaked my nipple.
“Hey!” I slapped his hand away, but he laughed and left the room, jogging downstairs.
I let out a satisfied sigh. It was Sunday. We could stay naked for the rest of the day, if I told Dad.
About not coming home, not the naked thing.
I left the bed, searching for my phone, when I heard Daniel’s shout whisper. “What the hell are you doing here?”
It was something about the tone of his voice that made me stop. The way he whispered, clearly scared of me overhearing.
I knew how to keep quiet. I knew how not to meddle in people’s business.
Still, I tip-toed to the door and opened just a little to let the voices invade the bedroom.
“Are you fucking serious?” A woman’s voice called. “Who do you think you are?”
“Who do I think I am?” Daniel replied with more disdain than I’ve ever heard in his voice. “You need to get out ofmyhouse.”