Chapter 6
SCOTT'S POV
"Nothing, Dad. I was on my way to the art studio and slipped and fell," Eliana said. Damn, she's so good at lying. Jack rushed over to us to see if she was hurt.
"Eliana, you need to be more careful! What if you fell and hit your head or something? You should—"
"I should stop burying my head in my phone. I know, Dad, I know." Eliana completed Jack's sentence with a smile. It was obviously something he told her often. Seeing the bond between them—how my friend sees his Eliana as his little princess—hurts me even more.
"Come on, Scott, this way. We have to get her to her room. It looks like she hurt her head and her ankle." Jack ushered me toward Eliana's room. It felt weird holding her body this close after all we've done together. Stealing a glance at her, I caught her staring at me, smiling. She immediately turned away when she caught me looking.
Jack stopped at a door and opened it. It was Eliana's room. It looked girly—just how the room of a girl her age should look. I carried her over to her bed. She hurriedly hid something, but not before I caught a glimpse of what it was. It was a photo of me.
"Dad, can you help me get Aunt? I need one of those healing teas."
"Sure. I'll be right back." Jack hurried out of the room. I turned to leave as well, but she held me back.
"I got my dad to leave so it's just the two of us," she said with a smile. As if I cared about being alone with her. She's crazy—crazy in bed, too. Lord! Something was definitely wrong with me. Who was I kidding? I would never look at Eli as that little girl anymore, but as the woman I had a wild fuck with… the woman I still want to fuck. This wasn't right; I have to keep my distance.
"Too bad, Eliana, the last thing I want to do is spend time alone with you," I said as I pulled away from her and continued on my way to the door.
"Is it because you're afraid you would not be able to stop yourself from having sex with me again?"
"No, I could never have sex with you. Never." Although I spoke the words, my body said something different. She was right; I couldn't be close to her another minute, or I could end up doing something we'd both regret.
"You already have, Mr. Scott, and you fucked me real good," she said, getting off the bed and walking toward me.
"I see you are very good at what you do—lying. Have you thought of earning from this talent of yours?" She stopped immediately at my remark. Good; it seems she forgot her own lie.
"Are you so scared of my dad finding out about us?" Eliana asked in a soft voice.
"Yes," I admitted shamelessly. Truth is, if I could go back in time, I would never have spoken to her, let alone have sex with her. She nodded in understanding.
"What if I tell him about us?"
At those words, I rushed over to her, gripping her arms painfully and shaking her. Hopefully, some sense is shaken into her. "You wouldn't dare! Are you trying to threaten me? Was that supposed to be a threat, huh?!"
"Let go of me, Scott, you're hurting me," she said weakly. I immediately let go of her. Brushing my hands through my hair, I took deep breaths to put myself back together. "It's Mr. Scott to you, you hear me?" She nodded her agreement. I glanced at her one more time and walked out of the room.
On my way out, I heard her say, "You can't run from me forever, Mr. Scott." Maybe not forever, but for as long as it'll take to get rid of these feelings.
ELIANA'S POV
My newfound skill—lying—keeps coming through for me. I got my dad and Mr. Scott to believe I was badly hurt. Mr. Scott carried me to my room; I only wished it was for a different reason altogether.
"I see you are very good at what you do—lying. Have you thought of earning from this talent of yours?" Every word was said with disgust. I was actually happy about my lying skills for a second, but now, I feel disgusted. Was all of this worth it?
I cannot give up now, not after tasting victory. I cannot force him into accepting this thing between us, but I can give him a little push. I smiled as I watched him walk out on me.
"You can't run from me forever, Mr. Scott." He paused a bit, then continued on his way. Even if he tried, he'd never be able to stay away from me. I'll make sure of it.
Touching and pressing myself against Scott—'Mr. Scott'—had made me so horny. I'd anticipated sex with him, but that won't be possible. There's only one solution to this: my fingers, my imagination, and maybe a vibrator.
"Eliana, are you alright? Your dad told me—"
"I'm fine, Aunt. I just wanted to get Dad to stop fussing over me, so I asked him to go get you… sorry," I assured her.
After fussing over me and making sure I was okay, she left me. I went into my bathroom and started the bath. After taking off my clothes, I stood in front of the mirror. A soft smile spread across my lips.
I massaged my breasts with my hands, caressing and squeezing, wishing it was Scott's hands on my boobs. Oh, what it would feel like to have him in here with me, fucking me in front of the mirror while we both watched. A soft moan escaped my lips.
Walking over to the bathtub, I got in, letting the warm water caress my skin. The scent of the soap filled my nose. I continued my ministration on my breasts with one hand as I slid the other lower until my fingers were on my clit. I massaged my clit gently. Soon I was lifting my hips, arching my back due to the intense pleasure my fingers were giving me.
I closed my eyes, imagining my fingers were Scott's. I increased the motion of my fingers; I could feel the buildup of pleasure. For sanity's sake, I slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping slowly and then increasing the pace until I was moaning with reckless abandon.
Every pump of my fingers into my pussy reminded me of Scott's dick pounding into me. My moans grew louder, more frequent. I was close, so close. Taking the other hand from my breasts, I moved it to my clit, massaging faster while the fingers of the other hand pumped faster into my pussy until I was enveloped in the intensity of my climax.
I convulsed as pleasure so great rushed through my body, and I came with one name on my lips: "Scott."
