“I’ll just take the first room,” I announce and the tremor in my voice betrays me. I don’t trust myself in a bed with this man. I’m liable to be the one who makes the first move.
“Hold on.” He pulls me close again and kisses the top of my head. “Go ahead. You can stay here. I’ll take the room beside it. Just don’t be too alarmed if I pop in to grab some of my clothes in the closet.”
“No. I can’t steal your room.”
“I insist.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Hang on.” He heads back down the hall and brings my suitcase back with him, resting it on an upholstered bench at the foot of the bed. Returning to me, he runs his hand down my back and presses me into his hips. I instantly feel the thick length of his semi hard-on, although I get the sense that his move was more of an innocent gesture than anything. “Sleep well, Belle. See you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
“Holler if you need anything. I’ll be in the room you missed.”
“Thanks.”
Knox pulls the bedroom door closed behind him as he leaves, and I pop open my suitcase, changing into an oversized t-shirt. After brushing my teeth, I turn down the dimmer switch and climb into bed. His bed. With the covers around me, I feel so at home in this room that I close my eyes and soon drift off, promising that I’ll wake up early enough to take a long run along the beach.
13
Knox
My eyes snap open at the crack of dawn. I’m alert and well-rested from a dreamless sleep. I’m well aware that it’s the first time I’ve slept in this room, and the thought quickly brings me back to the fact that Isabelle is in my bed. Right away, blood rushes to my groin, adding to my morning hard-on. It doesn’t help that I prefer to sleep in the nude. Reaching my hand down my body, I close my fist around the shaft, giving it some relief. I can’t remember the last time I went this long without a good fuck. I’m used to fucking every decent looking woman that flirts with me, but everything is different now.
I haven’t been with a soul since I had my sweet little best friend in that storage room at the engagement party. I don’t want anyone else anymore either. It’s the strangest thing to me, that my dick is in agreement. Knowing that she’s in my bed right now, her tight little body tucked under my covers, all my cock wants is her. But I already agreed to keep my hands off of her this weekend. She has a point about keeping things low key while her parents, Pops, and other guests are here. But they don’t need to know what goes on in my pool house.
Getting out of bed, I quickly use the master bathroom, then I slip on a pair of sweatpants from my travel bag. I try to convince myself that my visit to her room is innocent, coming from a place of concern for her wellbeing. But I’m lying to myself. I’m going in there to find out if she’s awake and aroused, and if she is, I want her under me, with her sweet, tight cunt wrapped around me like a hot fist.
At the door, I turn the knob and quietly push it open. She’s asleep. Curled up with her arms wrapped around one of my pillows, and her head resting on another. Waking her is not an option. Not after her admission that she hasn’t been sleeping since I’ve been back in her life. My stomach was all twisted up in knots last night after she told me. It’s those types of brutally honest confessions that make me afraid that I’ll lose her eventually. I’m doing my best to give her all the space she needs.
Pulling the door closed, I head back to my room and throw on a t-shirt. There’s a coffee machine in the small kitchen here in the pool house, but I prefer the one up at the main house. Pops is sure to be up by now too, so I’ll check in on him while Isabelle gets her beauty rest.
I find him sipping an espresso on the second story balcony of the main house.
“Good morning,” he greets me. “I see you made it.”
“Hey Pops. Got in pretty late and decided not to disturb you.”
“Good call. I fell asleep early.” He leans to one side and looks past where I’m standing. “Did you bring Isabelle with you?”
“I did. She’s still asleep. We’re staying in the pool house.” He puts down the espresso mug and grins at me but doesn’t comment on our sleeping arrangements. I leave it alone as well. “How are you feeling?”
“You’re not going to start that so soon, are you?”
“I don’t know what you mean. Start what?”
“Try not to coddle me just because I’m old and sick. I’ve got a lot of life left in me. And to answer your question this once, I’m doing fine.”
I shake my head and smile. It’s good to know he still has a positive outlook on things. “What’s on the agenda today? Do you need anything set up in the meantime?”
“It’s well in hand. Tandy and Joseph will be up here this afternoon. Everyone else is still asleep. The event staff are preparing breakfast, and they have a bar-b-q cookout planned for this evening. The McCutcheons next door invited us to their tag football game later. Until then, kick back and relax. I’ll be here.”
“Sounds good,” I answer, and turn to head to the kitchen. “I need a coffee. I’ll be back.”
A text from Foster changes everything. As Isabelle is still asleep, I decide to deal with it right away to put that side of me off to the side.
Foster: Happy long weekend, dude.
Me: Yeah, you too.
Foster: How’s the Hamptons?
Me: Same
Foster: Isabelle doing okay?
Me:
