I didn’t think he could get any further inside me but the faster he thrusts, the deeper inside me his piercings hit. I shove my face into the crease of his neck and hope that my noises don’t carry downstairs to his family.
He comes on a long, low moan that sounds almost painful before stilling. His breaths are sharp and rapid as he comes back to me. He showers me with kisses, and I never want him to stop.
“Ares? Where are you?”
I can’t tell which one of the twins is hollering for Ares, but we probably don’t have a lot of time left. Ares grins at me before sliding his dick out of me and back into his pants. When he sets me back on the floor, he gets onto his knees.
“No, Ares,” I hiss. “Get up. You don’t have time. Later. Please.”
He shakes his head, his forehead braced against my stomach as he walks his fingers up my thighs under the fabric of my dress. “Shhhhh.”
Grabbing the elastic of my panties, he drags them down my legs. When they’re on the floor, he jerks his head so I step out of them. He nudges my legs apart and uses the panties to clean me up before folding them up and tucking them in his pocket.
I don’t have time to decide how I feel about it, or ask why he’s collecting my panties, but he clearly has a thing for my underwear, so I start planning a way to use that to my advantage in the future.
Maybe I’ll mail him a pair of my panties. Or perhaps I’ll hide a pair in his hockey bag for when he goes away on trips.
“You go back down first, I’ll come down in a few. I need to gather my thoughts.”
His face doesn’t suggest he’s upset anymore, and I don’t want him to feel crowded either, so I nod and head toward the door.
When I step out into the hall, I tug my dress down and hope the wind doesn’t pick up when I leave his house. The last thing I need is to flash his family on the way down to the car.
I shudder at the thought. How embarrassing for his family to think I didn’t wear any underwear to a family gathering.
I turn the corner, ready to face the rest of the de la Peñas, and almost walk into Athena. The relaxed, post-sex euphoria is short lived as my body seizes up on the spot.
She knows. There’s literally no way she doesn’t know. Her lips are pressed into a line and her perfectly sculpted brow is arched over her perfect eye as she jerks her chin to point behind me. “Is he feeling better now?”
I bite my lip, not wanting the self-conscious, hysterical laughter rattling in my chest to burst out of me. Managing a nod, I let out a little of the breath I’m holding.
“Good. I need to talk to him. Thanks for softening him up for me.” She sticks her tongue out and winks at me. “I can’t talk to him when he’s a bloodthirsty ball of anger.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. But I nod again and hurry past her, taking the stairs with caution so I don’t end up bare ass over head on the way down. At the bottom, I take one last look back up at Athena. She gestures for me to keep going, and as I return to the dining room, sans panties, I can only hope Ares won’t be mad at me for letting her go to him when he’s feeling like this.
CHAPTER29
Ares
“Why is your shirt still off?” Athena’s voice echoes around the sparsely decorated guest room. When I turn to face her, she nails me with a look that says she knows what I did in here with my girl. I don’t give a shit.
I’d bet she passed her on the stairs, too. “On second thought, why’s your shirt off at all?”
I raise a brow at her and she grunts. “I know what you did,hermanito. I figure you’re a pro at quickies, and there wasn’t much time for stripping down.”
I may be a pro at quickies, but that one was the best quickie of my entire life. I shrug. “I couldn’t breathe right with that thing on. I needed space.”
“From… your clothes?”
I fix her with a glare, and she puts both hands up. “Sorry, no judgment here.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” She plants her hands on her hips, and she’s not going anywhere any time soon. But I’m not ready to talk to her. I’m not ready to tell her what I know. And yet, that’s why my shirt is off, because this secret is in the darkest recesses of my chest, eating me from the inside out.
Maybe a problem shared is a problem halved. They wouldn’t say it so often if it wasn’t true, right? Fuck if I know.
What Idoknow is that Hen doesn’t need this in her life. This constant gnawing at her insides by a shitty secret of thecabróndownstairs that we shouldn’t be forced to keep
