The Last Thing She Wants (Chestnut Hills #1)

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ellie

My eyes drifted open at the warm scent of coffee calling me. Scanning the room, I took in the standard cream walls littered with posters ranging from vintage movies to plant anatomy.

Moaning, I stretched my limbs. I couldn’t help but relish in the soreness I felt between my legs as a result of the night’s festivities.

I was on a high during our drive home. The time spent with his family was welcoming and the faint familiarity made me miss my parents. Through the longing for the comfort of my family, I found myself more than content in the presence of his. Patty kindly taught me about flower gardening and told me stories about Theo’s childhood; and the sibling relationship of Thalia and Theo was something I’d always been jealous of as an only child.

In that warmth, my decision to be with Theo only became more solidified. Any hesitations I may have had before slipped away and the moment I stepped through his door. I was on a mission. Objective: me and him, sans pants .

My favorite part, though, was after, when at two in the morning we made pizza rolls and nachos. Cuddling, we watched How I Met Your Mother reruns and snacked in bed. Never had I been so peacefully content in a man’s presence, and never had a man prioritized spending time with me.

A half-clothed Adonis walked lightly into the room carrying a large wooden tray.

“I thought I heard you,” he settled the breakfast tray. Adorably, he’d arranged two cups of coffee, a plate of fruit, two Belgian waffles, and a fresh tulip. Leaning in, he paused just before kissing me and whispered, “I’d know that moan anywhere.”

Giggling, I took in the thoughtful arrangement in front of me. “You didn’t have to do this, babe.” I said the last word with uncertainty, having not yet used it with him.

“Babe?” his question was both curious and surprised.

Shrugging away the question, I cut into the waffle soaked in butter and syrup. The contradicting sweetness and saltiness coated my tongue and my eyes rolled back in delight. His eyes never left me as he took a sip of coffee. We held eye contact for what felt like both eternity and simultaneously not long enough.

“Do you have plans for the day before your gig?” he asked, referencing my show with the Assets this evening.

Inexplicably, the question deflated my heart a little and I couldn’t pinpoint why. Suddenly, I felt guilty for taking up too much of his time. “I don’t. I can head out after we finish eating, though, so you can enjoy your day off.”

To ease the sting of rejection and show him I was unfazed, I offered him a small smile .

He stole my attention by placing his hand on my wrist. In a serious tone, he leveled his gaze at mine. “Ellie, that’s not what I meant at all. I would love nothing more than to spend my day with you.”

“With me? Doing what?”

“Anything you want. You want to spend all day in bed? Done, I have some ice cream to sustain us for a few hours. You want to lie on the floor and listen to old records? We could do that. You want to drive around and stop at every coffee shop we pass to try their espresso and croissants? That might be a terrible idea, given I get a little lout on too much caffeine, but for you, I’d do it.”

His light and playful tone brought a smile to my face, but it was the intention that made my eyes swim with tears. Realizing my switch in demeanor, he moved the tray from the bed and pulled me in close. Concern coated his face as he rubbed my arms, attempting to comfort me.

“Hey, what happened? Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head and leaned into him. His comforting touch urged my tears to flow freely. “I don’t…no one has wanted to spend time with me like that. You just want to be around me?”

“Of course I do. What do you mean? You’re my favorite person. Who ever made you feel like that?” While at first reassuring, he grew angry—not at me, but at the unknown person.

“My ex…he just—he actively tried to not spend time with me.” I laughed at the anger that began bubbling up. “I’m actually pretty sure he hated me, despite always begging me to stay. One time he even demanded I be at the apartment–I cut a visit with my parents short because he was in a rage. When I showed up and he was nowhere to be seen. He was mad I was with my parents instead of with him, then, do you know where he was when I got back? At the bar. He said he didn’t want to be around me because I made him resent his life, but that he didn’t want me to be around anyone else either.”

Realizing how ridiculous my words sounded, I shook my head. Finally, I realized what he’d done to me, how he’d altered my brain chemistry to think I was unworthy.

Theo’s jaw went slack, and his mouth sat slightly open. “Ellie, I am so sorry—God, I am so sorry that happened to you. You never should have had to go through that.” Pulling me into his lap, he caressed my thigh while placing kisses along my neck. “You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. You make my life brighter and everyday more exciting. And if I ever see that piece of shit again, I’m going to knock him flat on his ass for ever making you question that.”

My tears slowed at his words. With my face still wet with emotion, I pulled him in for a long kiss. Warmth began building at my center, and I tugged at his neck with need. He responded, knowing just what I wanted. Positioning me on his lap, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my ass as he stood. I giggled into his neck as he carried me down the hall, placing me on his bathroom counter.

“What are you doing?” I asked, gasping at the cool feel of the stone under me.

“Taking a shower,” he paused, turning the shower knob. A stream of water sputtered to life, and he walked back towards me. His eyes lit with purpose, “and I want you to join me.” He slid his hands around my waist, lifting the hem of my camisole. Taking his time, he removed it. At the release of the fabric, my breasts fell with a bounce. The movement that I’d always been self-conscious of now hypnotized him. Nearly immediately, he pulled a nipple into his mouth while palming the other .

He stepped back to remove his gray sweatpants—which should totally be illegal, by the way…at least in public. In other words, for my eyes only.

“I want your underwear gone, now,” he growled. The demand set me in motion, lifting my butt to remove the cotton thong. My eyes grew as his considerable length sprang free; a sight I decided I would never tire of.

Picking me up from the counter, he brought me into the warm stream of water, holding me firmly against the tile. He entered me with a groan and my eyes flitted shut. He placed the back of my knees over the crook of my elbows, bringing my legs up. The new position brought him in deeper.

I screamed at the new sensation as he bottomed out, something I’d never felt before. He sucked my neck in response, and our movements became feral.

“Fuck me hard, Theo,” I panted.

“I love when you use that pretty mouth of yours to say filthy things.”

Repeatedly, he thrusted into me, each movement harsher than the last. Through the roughness, I still felt the deep connection. The aggression conveyed a hunger, a need, and I loved it. As I bounced, his balls slapped against my ass. Our wet skin collided, creating a symphony of our movement. I dug my nails into his back, clawing at his skin as a way to silently ask for more, and he understood.

My inner walls pulsed, and electricity radiated from my core to my toes.

“Just like that, baby. I can feel how close you are.” Feeling myself near the edge, I whispered his name repeatedly. “That’s right. I want my name on your lips when you come. Remember who treats this pussy like it deserves. ”

Without notice, he dropped to his knees. His hands gripped my ass as he held me in place. In a smooth move, he swiped his tongue from my backside to my clit. Taking my screams as approval, he continued swiping his tongue back and forth.

“I want to taste you come undone on my tongue.”

Looking down, I watched through the drops of water. My vision began going black as he feasted on me.

“Theo,” I screamed breathlessly. Barely a minute passed, and I knew there was no more fighting it. In release, I shouted. “I’m coming, oh God Theo, I’m coming.”

My breathing slowed as he placed me down gently. Watching him move, I looked down to find that he had reached completion at the same time.

“I’ll never tire of hearing that.” Standing, he placed a kiss on my lips. Gently, he took a washcloth to me, gently scrubbing over each curve. Over each inch, as he rubbed and washed soap off of me, he placed a literal kiss of approval.