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My hand ran down along my body, over my chest and my stomach, dipping between my legs. I sucked in a hard breath when my fingers slid against either side of my clit, the nub already swollen with the barrages of dirty thoughts I’d had today.
Something else took over. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself. I started to rub my clit, and as I did I imagined Creed was here, doing it for me. I pictured him naked, standing behind me, his arms curled around me in a possessive display of ownership, one wrapped around my chest, helping keep me upright, and the other dipped low to rest between my thighs.
The movement of my fingers sped up, my hips rocking in a natural rhythm that showed just how badly my body wanted more. My heartbeat sped up, my breathing coming up short. My body cried out for another release, and it was like I was on the orgasm fast track.
Time ceased to matter to me as I chased the high only an orgasm could bring. I had to use my other hand to brace myself on the shower wall while touching myself. Heat gathered deep within me, a familiar pressure building in my lower half. The more I touched myself, the more unbearable that pressure became—until I had no choice but to let it out.
The pleasure exploded within me, and I cried out, unable to stop myself. The shower swallowed up any sounds I made, and my knees damn near gave out. I panted, slow to regain control of myself, even slower in pulling my hand away.
I turned my face up to the showerhead, letting the water hit me in the face for a few seconds before reaching and turning it off. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel, drying myself before wrapping it around my body. Once my hair was brushed, I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, looking for a new set of clothes.
The moment I walked out of the bathroom, however, someone else strolled in. Creed froze when he saw me in the towel, his dark stare traveling up to notice my wet hair. He wore a black button-down shirt, its sleeves buttoned at his wrists, along with a pair of black dress pants. His typical wardrobe, I’d learned from living with him. Always looking good.
And if there was girl kryptonite, it was a handsome man in dress clothes.
“Did you…” He trailed off, but whether that was because he didn’t want to say it or because he was too busy eyeing me up in the towel was up in the air.
I knew what he meant, though, and I nodded once. “Yeah.”
“I don’t know how it’s going to affect you, but I bought you a whole bunch of stuff.” He gestured toward the door, and even though it was probably the last thing he wanted to do, he turned and walked away.
Though I should get dressed first, I followed him instead. I went with him to the kitchen, where he’d placed all the grocery bags from his trip out. Creed had stepped aside, and he motioned for me to take a look, so I did. I went through the bags, finding a bit of everything. Chocolate, candy, even some pre-baked stuff like brownies and cupcakes.
He’d gotten all of this because I might not feel well because of the pill? That was kind of sweet. I’d never had anyone do something like this for me—but then again, I’d never had amazing sex with someone before, either.
“You always liked sugar when you weren’t feeling well,” Creed spoke as I turned around to look at him. “If you don’t like that stuff anymore, give me a list and I’ll run back out.”
I couldn’t help it; I grinned at him. “I still do. Thank you, Creed.” I went to hug him, feeling grateful… and, frankly, maybe still a little frisky after my time in the shower, but Creed took a step back, avoiding my advance. I gave him a strange look at that.
Was he regretting what we did? Were all those words for nothing?
“I don’t—” Creed changed tactics, and as he let out a calm breath, he went on, “If I let you close to me, there’s only one thing I’ll want to do—and your appointment with the doctor isn’t until Monday.”
Oh. So he avoided my hug, avoided touching me altogether, because if I touched him, he’d lose all control and want to fuck me again? I liked that, I liked that a whole lot better than the alternative I’d thought up before.
Shrugging, I acted like it didn’t bother me. “You know, there is such a thing as condoms—” Normally I wouldn’t have had the balls to say something like that, but what was normal had flown out of the window the moment I’d felt Creed’s mouth on mine that Friday night.
Creed’s stare narrowed at me, as if the suggestion of condoms personally offended him.
“Never mind. Well, uh, thank you for all the sweets,” I said, and I turned away from him, returning to my room to change. Maybe it was a guy thing. Or maybe it was just a Creed thing. Maybe he wanted to always come inside me and make me wear his cum the rest of the day, like he’d done today.
There were worse things to be forced to do. I guess I didn’t mind it. If anything, knowing his cum had stained my panties today had made me crazy in one particular way—and by crazy, I meant horny.
That said, I needed to find a balance. I needed to still pay attention in my classes. I’d find the midpoint after a bit of practice.
I got dressed in pajamas—we weren’t going anywhere tonight, so there was no point in putting jeans or leggings on. Nice, comfortable pajamas. And what was more, Creed waited on me hand and foot. I wasn’t feeling the effects of the pill yet, but if he wanted to spoil me by making me whatever dinner I wanted, I wasn’t going to complain.
What I did want to complain about was the lack of touching. How he avoided being close to me. How, even when we were sitting on the couch later that night, he kept at least a foot between us, sometimes two.
It was torture, okay? The worst kind of torture, now that I had admitted to myself that I might have feelings for the man, stepbrother or not. It was like, all I wanted to do was throw myself at him, to feel his body above mine and give into him again.
But, alas, that was thelastthing we could do. It sucked.
Come Saturday, I was feeling a little under the weather. Creed, though he still kept his distance from me, was more caring than I thought he’d be. He didn’t stop at food and snacks. He made sure I was drinking water throughout the day, even helped me study for a small test I had next week in one of my classes. He did everything he could for me. I never wanted to have another caretaker ever again.
Keeping distance between us was less hard as the weekend wore on, mostly because I wasn’t at one hundred percent. When the effects of the pill wore off, though, I knew I’d want to jump his bones again. Honestly, I didn’t think that desire would go away anytime soon, if ever.
Creed was an attractive guy. Drop dead gorgeous, the kind of man you could easily imagine pouring liquid chocolate on and licking every inch of his body to get it off. The intensity that radiated off him made his good looks even more powerful. I swore, he could give spontaneous orgasms simply by giving that smoldering glare.
