Page 19 of Rise & Fall

I unconsciously take my fingers and rub against the wet spot on my underwear.God, does that feel good.I start to breathe heavier and I know I shouldn’t do this. But I can’t stop. He had me so worked up out there, it’d be a crime to let my need suffer for the rest of the night.

So I turn on the faucet, allowing the sound of water running to fill the room as I pull my fingers under my panty line and press until I feel the puddle. I’m so wet. I run two fingers up and down, buckling as I hit my clit.

More.

My heart rate kicks up and I breathe a little louder. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, even by myself. I look at myself in the mirror, one hand balancing myself against the counter and the other pleasuring my pussy. I find my entrance and push my fingers in as deep as they can go, and I gasp at the feeling.

My eyes are staring at my reflection as I pump my fingers in and out, not even realizing a moan escapes my mouth but it feels so fucking good. I’m almost there, I can feel my orgasm building deep and thundering in me, closer and closer. Of course I’m on edge. Anyone who looks at a man as attractive as Nolan and sharesthatmuch space with himneedsto be on edge.

I rub my thumb against my clit and right as I feel the explosion about to go off inside me, there’s a knock at the door.

“Dakota? Dinner’s ready.” Nolan’s deep and calculated voice shocks me and before I can finish what I started, I pull my fingers frantically out of me. My pussy still dripping wet and in more need now than I was before. Being edged fucking sucks.

“Coming,” I holler back, realizing that my choice of words is poor as I, in fact, did not come.

How much of that did he hear? I wash my hands off in the still running water before pulling my new jeans on and taking a deep breath.

I can’t believe I fucking did that.

I walk over to the dinner table, the girls already sitting down and digging in. But Nolan is sitting at the table, staring right at me as he sips his beer, frustratingly.

Be cool, Dakota. He didn’t hear a thing.

Shame coats my face in a light pink flush. What was I thinking? But I try to push it down as we sit around the table and eat dinner as non-awkwardly as we can.

“All done! That was super-duper good, Dad!” Aria shouts after she jumps down from her chair.

“Yeah, I’m so full,” Em announces following Aria, bouncing out of her chair.

“You girls head back to Aria’s room. I expect DJ and Em have to leave soon, so go play while you can.” Nolan stands up from his seat and reaches to grab the plates.

I give Em a little nod, then look at my phone to see it’s almost six. We really should head out soon.

Suddenly, the feeling of shame rushes through me again, now that it’s just Nolan and me. I can’t believe I let my need take over to the point where satisfaction mattered more than my surroundings. And as if I didn’t already feel weird about being here to begin with, I’m now almost positive he knows what went down in his bathroom.

“Thank you for making dinner for us.” I push myself back from the table and take my dish to the kitchen, following Nolan. I set the dishes in the sink.

The girls run off back to Aria’s room through the hallway, and the moment the door slams shut, Nolan turns on the faucet to start rinsing the dishes.

“Can I help?” I ask, standing next to him and grabbing a drying towel.

My breath hitches the moment he turns to look at me with his feverish, dark eyes.

“So you’ll offer help, but you’re not really good at asking for it?” he whispers over to me. I’m standing at his side as he slides me a wet plate. I take it between the towel to dry it off and set it in the rack next to the sink.

“What do you mean?” I ask on a shaky breath. I have to practically crane my neck to look at him.

“You know what I mean, Dakota.” He hands me the next plate to dry as he speaks to me somewhat playfully, but also in a way that makes me feel intimidated by him.

Idoknow what he means, confirming that he did hear what I was attempting to do in the bathroom.

“Did the girls—”

“No, they were occupied with those silly little animals they’re obsessed with.” He chuckles as he moves away from the sink, turning off the water and dropping his arms to his side. My body tenses when he leans against the opposite counter. I set down the towel and force myself to look at him.

“I’m sorry, Nolan. I don’t know what I was thinking,” I admit as I cross my arms. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now.

“I do. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of. But I have to admit, I am a gentleman, Dakota, and you can’t do that again.” His tone is dark and rough, almost demanding. His arms flex as he leans back on them, his hands gripping the edge of the countertop.