Page 27 of The Cabin-A Reverse Harem Romance
I hesitated, and that hesitation caused Elise to pull back. Her eyes wide, she stammered, “God, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me, Sean.”
I didn’t let her finish her apology. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. This time, when her lips opened for me, my tongue entered her mouth, raking across her teeth before intertwining with hers. She gasped, taking my face into her hands and lifting herself up to kiss me harder, deeper than before.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew I should stop before things got out of hand, or one of the guys walked in on us. I couldn’t force myself to pull away though, the feeling of her body against mine was like heaven. It sent the blood rushing straight down to my groin, making it hard to think about anything other than the feel of her full, round breasts pressed hard against my chest, and my cock pressing into her, straining against my pants, just begging for release.
God, I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking badly. I wanted her more than I’d wanted anything else in my life.
Footsteps dragged me quickly back to reality though. Suddenly, as if I was awakened from a dream, I remembered where we were, what we were doing – what we shouldn’t be doing – and I stepped back. Elise stared back at me, her eyes wider than before, her lips trembling, and a look of utter shock and fear painted upon her face. Neither one of us said anything.
“Dinner almost ready?” Chase asked.
“Yep, almost there,” I said, turning, and rushing back to the stove.
I stood with my back to him, facing away from Chase, which was a good thing. My face would have given my guilt away in a heartbeat. Chase had always been good at reading me and knew when something was up. I looked down into the churning boiling water – strangely, making me think of how my own insides felt in that moment. I saw that the noodles were more than done, they were overcooked, but they’d have to do. Elise stepped away from the sink and I drained the water, neither one of us looking at the other, and the tension and awkwardness filling the room was palpable.
“What’s going on in here?” Nolan’s voice piped up.
“Nothing,” Elise and I said at the same time.
We’d spoken in unison, and probably too quickly. Even to my ear, it sounded like two guilty people piping up to preemptively deny their guilt when nobody was accusing them of anything in the first place. I glanced over at her and noticed that her cheeks were flushed bright red. God, she wasn’t good at hiding this. Hell, neither was I. My erection would be obvious to everyone the moment I turned around, so I stayed near the sink and stove, purposely facing away from the guys.
“Okay,” Nolan said, sounding like he didn’t really believe us. “Dinner almost ready?”
“Yes, it’s done,” I snapped.
Elise dug through the cabinets and found the plates and silverware.
“I’m going to set the table,” she spoke softly.
Slipping from the room quietly, she left me alone with Chase and Nolan. I focused all my attention on draining and rinsing the pasta – a mindless task that I was suddenly very engrossed in. After that, still not daring to speak to, or look at them, I opened the sauce and mixed it into the pan, letting it warm up a bit on the stove. I took my sweet time, praying the hard-on in my jeans would die down before I had to face my friends. The last thing I wanted them to see was me standing there with a raging boner.
I’d just kissed Elise, my best friend’s baby sister. Fuck, if Aaron were alive – well, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t. Still, it wasn’t something I should have done. Even if he wasn’t alive to kick my ass, it was still wrong. I’d promised to take care of her, not take advantage of her. Not that I’d ever use her like that, I cared about her. I cared about her a lot. But she wasn’t in the right mindset right now, that was obvious. Having just broken up with Brad and dealing with all of the emotional fallout that goes along with that – not to mention the abuse – and then topping it off with the possibility she might be pregnant too, was way too much for one person to have to bear. I couldn’t imagine the weight of the stress on her shoulders.
I suddenly felt like a dick for kissing her during a time of emotional distress, and felt like maybe yeah, I had taken advantage of her and that situation. Even though she’d kissed me first, I shouldn’t have continued with things. I should have put a stop right there. I mentally kicked myself for not doing it, and for not being a stronger man.
