14. Chris

The past week of my life went like clockwork: a few hours of sleep, business meetings, traveling here and there, and fucking Gianna senseless, getting rid of the tensions in my body.

Ever since Gianna and I started this, I have felt good and more alive than I have ever felt in years.

I turn to look at her, her hair scattered on the pillow. She’s naked beneath the sheets after waking up an hour ago. She chews on her lower lip, looking thoughtful as she presses her phone.

I stroke her hair. “What’s wrong?”

She looks up from her phone and grins when she meets my eyes. My heart flutters at her heartwarming smile. It feels so good to finally be one of the people she’s pleased to see.

“Nala hasn’t returned my calls nor replied to my texts in days. Which is unusual.”

“I will have one of my guys check up on her today.”

Her face lights up. “Really?”

“Of course, I’m worried about my sister as well.” It’s been days since I’ve heard from her, which is strange because Nala would always send a simple text filled with good wishes for my day every morning. I havent received her text for four days now. I never cherished it when she sent it, and now I miss it.

I lean down to peck G on the lips, but she turns her head away. I already brushed my teeth this morning, so it surely can’t be my breath.

“Whats wrong, Gianna?” I ask in concern, wondering if I’ve done something to offend her.

She looks a bit embarrassed. “I—I just need a shower. I feel dirty.”

I don’t smell anything but the musk of the evidence of our arousal from last night. Nothing else. And it isn’t unpleasant in any way.

“Why don’t we shower together?” I suggest as I go to boop her on the nose.

She swats my hand away. “Just so you can have your way with me again?”

“It’s not my fault. You make me insatiable.”

She rolls her eyes, smiling.

“Okay, I promise to be on good behavior,” I insist.

“Yeah, right.” She climbs out of bed in all her naked glory.

She steps into her bathroom and starts the water for a bath. I drink in the sight of her naked figure, taking notice that her breasts seem fuller, her nipples pink. My mouth salivates. She’s really the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.

She settles into the warm bath, and I join her immediately. “Let me bathe you,” she says.

She soaps up my toned chest, caressing my muscles. I shiver, relishing her touch on my body. She soaps down my chest and abdomen until she touches my softened member, which springs to life in her hands.

I hiss, surprised by her action. Her expression gives nothing away. She soaps my cock with such precision and concentration that I know she is doing it on purpose. She continues washing it, but it’s more like stroking it. However, she pays no heed to my moan and the growing hardness of her hand.

“What are you doing?” I groan.

She shrugs, not even bothering to meet my eyes. “Bathing you,” she says as if I just asked a ridiculous question.

“You know what you are doing…”

Her eyes finally meet mine. “What?”

“I’ve had enough.” Like a man possessed, I lift her up and sit her on the edge of the bathtub with her back to the cold marble wall.

“Chris,” she whines, giggling.

I swallow her whine with a passionate kiss that she returns with matching enthusiasm.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I whisper against her lips, and she obeys. She cradles my hips with her legs. My hands explore every inch of her body, every tender curve, until my fingers brush her clit, and she bucks. “Always so wet and ready for me.”

Without warning, I slowly slide into her and bury myself to the hilt.

I can’t help but marvel at how incredible she feels stretched around me. She is absolutely perfect. It takes a lot of control not to come right there and then.

My balls slap against her cunt, making her moan uncontrollably. I slowly slide out of her, only to drive into her. She clenches around me, and her fingernails sink into my shoulders as she clings to me. The expression on her face is rapturous.

“Chris,” she gasps. “Fuck me hard.

What she doesn’t know is that I will give her anything she wants. Everything about her is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I need to show her and make her feel it. There’s so much I need to give her.

I let go of the last of my restraint and started to pound into her with reckless abandon. She claws at me and cries with pleasure.

I lean down and kiss her, tasting her sweet mouth. I dont know if I will ever stop wanting her.

My fingers expertly teased her nipples until I slid my hand between her thighs, striking her clit. I don’t relent in my thrusts as I make sure to hit her cervix.

She hums and presses her body closer to mine, driving me insane with desire. Her pussy grips me like a vice, signaling that she will soon climax. I clench my jaw and ease my pace marginally. She cries, her nails digging painfully into my arm.

“I want to hear you scream for me,” I growl as I thrust into her.

As if the magic word has been said, she cries out. “Chris… fuck!” She shivers as she pulses around me.

I want to burst at the feel of her, taking her like this, rough, in the bath, showing her my strength and need.

I drive into her with long, sharp thrusts, feeling my balls tighten.

The muscles in my pelvis jerk in a sharp involuntary manner as I pump my cum into her depths. “Oh fuck, Gianna,” I gasp.

A long, low groan ripples from me, and I slam into her until my body calms. I grunt and bury my face in her neck, peppering kisses along her shoulder. “You—you are fantastic,” I mutter against the juncture of her shoulder.

After a few seconds of both of us catching our breaths, I slide out of her and let myself back into the bath.

“My legs feel like jelly, courtesy of someone…” She joins me in the bath. I lather the soap along her light olive skin and wash the evidence of what we did away. She does the same for me.

After what seems like an eternity, we step out of the bath. I place her robe around her shoulders and wrap my waist with a towel. I suddenly pick her up in my arms, ignoring her protests that she can walk now.

I freeze in my steps when I spot Nala in Gianna’s room holding some presents. She hasnt seen me yet, but she will soon.

How would I explain this?

Gianna must have noticed my dazed state. “What’s wrong?” She asks.

Nala finally looks up, her smile dying as she takes in the state of our undress and compromising position.

“Chris? Gianna?” she says, clearly shocked.

On hearing Nala’s voice, Gianna follows my gaze, and she stiffens in my arms.

“What the fuck!” Nala exclaims, still trying to put two and two together. The confusion and disbelief are clear on her face.

The wrapped present falls to the floor, and she shakes her head. “I can’t believe this.” She storms out.

Gianna steps down from my arms, looking terribly worried. “What am I going to do now?” She panics. I hold her by the arm and lean down to her height. “I will talk to her.”

“But—” she tries to protest, but I end up assuring her.

“I will fix this. Trust me.”

I sit her down on the bed. “Now get dressed while I go talk some sense into my sister.”

I walk out of the room and see Nala pacing the living room. My footsteps alert her to my presence.

I’m taken aback by the rage in her eyes. She has never looked so angry like this. She points to Giannas room in anger. “Whats the meaning of what I just saw in there?”

“You know what you saw,” I simply say. Theres no point denying it.

She gives me an incredulous look. “You are not even ashamed of your actions?”

“Why should I be? You are talking as if I committed a grave sin.”

“Yes, you did!” she fires. “I dont have a problem with you fucking around, but when you do it with my best friend, thats when we have a problem.”

“Your best friend is an adult who can make decisions for herself. Stop treating her like a child,” I retort.

“A child? If someone is behaving like a child here, its you. How can you add her to your list of conquests? My best friend!” She’s practically yelling.

“Who says I have a list? Why do you make me out to be a bad guy all the time?”

“Because you are. You clearly dont care about her, and yet you slept with her. You literally have no respect for her or me.” There’s betrayal in my sister’s eyes.

“Now, Nala, calm down.” I try to reach for her, but she places her hand between us.

“Dont come near me,” she says through gritted teeth.

I had never imagined what her reaction would be when she found out about Gianna and me, but it wouldn’t have been this.

“Im sure you dont even know today is her birthday despite the fact that I told you a week ago,” she spits at me.

Something close to guilt settles in my chest because shes right. I had forgotten.

How could I have forgotten?

I had the perfect plan for her birthday, but I havent been able to bring it to life because of how busy Ive been.

“See,” she points out, shaking her head. “I thought you loved me, but I guess pleasure blinds you so much that you have absolutely no respect for me or my feelings, causing you to bang my best friend!”

“Why are you getting so annoyed? I didnt force her into anything.” I wasn’t expecting to have to defend myself so brutally.

“You didn’t need to. She has always been a little too much in— she cuts herself off, her eyes widening in a way that suggests shes not supposed to say that.

“Shes what?” I wanted to know what she was about to say, especially if it was what I thought she was about to say.

She shakes her head. “You shouldnt have done this, Chris. You really shouldnt have.”

Her words and reactions make me wonder if I had done something wrong without knowing. Shes not the first to have gotten angry with me over her. Luke also did.

“Stay away from her and cut whatever situation you guys have, if you want us to be okay.” An ultimatum.

“You are laying down conditions because I slept with your friend? You can’t be serious.” I can’t help but sound incredulous.

She shakes her head again. “You are always so clueless. So clueless,” she repeats, muttering to herself. She grabs her purse from the sofa and dashes for the door.

“Where are you going? We are not done talking,” I call out.

All I receive in response is her slamming the door after her.

Gianna dressed in comfy sweats runs into her living room panting. She looks around confusedly. “Wheres Nala? Were you able to talk to her?”

“She wants nothing to do with me unless I end this.”

She gulps and places one of her hands on her left hip. “What a great day.”

“Its your birthday. It should be special.”

“I dont celebrate my birthday.” She runs her hands through her hair. “Im sorry, but I would love to be left alone right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she says.

I go to her room and take out the shirts I forgot in her apartment the last time I spent the night here. I put it on with my discarded pants from last night.

When I head for the door, she doesnt even spare me a glance or wave goodbye. That hurts.

It hurts to be rejected, and it hurts that I have nobody on my side who is ready to listen to me. They are all mad at me for getting with Gianna. But what they dont understand is that I tried hard to resist until I couldnt anymore.

And now Im dealing with several confusing feelings.