I rolled off the couch and sighed as my entire back ached from sleeping on it. I rubbed my eyes and looked outside the window, seeing the sun just coming up. The sky was filled with hues of pink and purple. I looked at my watch, seeing it was seven. I slept longer than I intended to.
"Morning," April spoke up from the hallway, and I turned my gaze to her. She was wearing her pajamas and holding a towel in her hands. She looked still half asleep as she leaned on the wall. "Do you mind if I shower first? I normally shower at this time since you are usually out of the house by now."
I shook my head, waving a hand at her. "No, go right ahead."
I could hear her footsteps receding down the hallway and the bathroom door shut. I looked around the living room and the few boxes of her clothes that April had brought with her. April didn't have a lot of stuff when she moved in, but she had plenty of clothes.
The move-in was quicker than I anticipated. I expected April to drag her feet about moving or at least complain more, but she didn't. She'd been willing. Which told me she had been worried about everything going on with Ivan. She would have dragged her feet if she hadn't thought it was a problem.
I lived in a one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment, so she had taken the bedroom. I wanted her to be more comfortable, and I was fine taking the couch. I didn't expect that this would be going on long anyway.
I rolled my neck and pulled myself up, heading into the large kitchen. It was a chef's kitchen with lots of space and plenty of cabinets. I enjoyed it because I genuinely love cooking. If I hadn't been a firefighter, it was my backup plan.
I started my expresso and rubbed at my eyes. I tossed and turned a lot last night. I couldn't seem to turn my mind off since April moved in. It had only been a few days, but I was trying hard to accommodate her and give her space. But it was hard to do sometimes with how little space I had.
We ran into each other constantly, and I was trying to laugh most of it off. I tried to get out of the house early so she had her space in the morning, and when I got home, she often had dinner ready and let me have my own space.
My phone rang, and I glanced at it. It was Cayden. I'm sure he was calling to check in again in April, as he'd been doing almost every day. I answered it. "Hello?"
"Hey, how are things going?"
"We're doing fine," I said, pulling out the milk and creamer for April. I started another cup.
"Is she comfortable? You guys have been living together for a few days now."
I turned, grabbed a banana, and started to peel it. "As comfortable as she can be for someone new to the pack and freshly married after a divorce."
I could hear Cayden sigh. "You're not making me feel better about this. You think I love the idea of her having to be married to keep her here?"
"She's safe, Cayden. No one gets in or out of this apartment without me knowing. The rest will take time."
He sighed heavily. "I know. I just worry about her. I know she's going through a lot. I just don't want a repeat of what happened with Riley. She's my sister, Weslie. I screwed everything up the first time, and I don't want to this time."
"There won't be a repeat like what happened with Riley," I said, hearing my espresso machine beep. I turned, pushing the start button. "But you can't keep worrying about it like this. Your sister is going to catch on, and it won't help her feel safe if she knows you're worried."
I heard him sigh again. "I'm trying. But god, I feel like I'm failing her."
I leaned on the counter, looking back towards the hallway. I understood that feeling because it's how I felt.
"I get it," I ran a hand over my face. "I have to get ready for work. I'll have April call you when she gets out of the shower."
I ended the line and took a few sips of my drink before starting April's. I left it on the counter, made my way down to the hallway, and grabbed a towel for myself.
I heard the door to the bathroom open, and the smell of fresh flowers filled the space. My cock suddenly jerked, knowing the scent. "Bathroom is yours."
I turned around, watching April enter the bedroom. The towel was loose as it was wrapped around her, and I could see a tattoo across her back. My eyes widened, and she shut the door behind her before I could see it better. I swallowed, feeling the heat rise in the pit of my stomach.
Fuck.
I turned to the bathroom, stepped inside, and shut the door. The scent was stronger in her, and my cock ached at it. It jerked to attention, and I shifted my feet as I hung my towel up.
April had her morning cleaning routine laid out on the large counter on the left side with her brush and her toothbrush. She kept the space clean, which I was grateful for.
The shower was a walk-in marble shower. I started taking my clothes off and flipped the water on. Her scent was ten times stronger in the shower.
I stepped under the jets, trying to push the thoughts aside, but the scent stuck around. It was the same as when she was younger. It filled my sheets and my clothes. I loved how her scent clung to everything when she left my room. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't jerked off to her scent.
She always smelled of fresh flowers and lemons. I remember wrapping my arms around her and inhaling the intoxicating scent. I used to miss it when I moved here. I'd lay in bed dreaming of that scent, wishing I had brought something with me that smelt like her.
I inhaled slowly, feeling my cock pulse. A shiver ran down my spine, and I placed a hand on the tile wall.
I thought of so many memories. Us gaming at the house, her sitting on my lap. I would hold her so close, feeling her relax in my arms. Her sunbathing by the pool, her legs sprayed out with her arms stretched out. She always had such a golden tan, and her skin seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. Her arms wrapped around me while she made out in my car, her grinding down on me. We never had sex, but we weren't entirely innocent.
I placed my hands on the wall and scowled. This was bad. Thinking about her this way was not going to help me. This was only going to make me want her more than I already did. And that couldn't happen. That was all in the past, and it needed to stay there.
I took a deep breath in, but it didn't help. My mind continued to think about all the times I had her with me. I remembered how her mouth felt against mine and how she would travel her hands up my chest. Her nails would scrap against my skin softly before she would lean back and smile at me. God, that smile.
I reached a hand down, rubbing my fist softly down my cock. I held back a groan, not remembering the last time I had jerked off. I never needed to. I could get any girl I wanted.
I had a lineup of women I could have, but since April returned, I hadn't even glanced at one. A part of me suddenly couldn't even acknowledge them anymore. My eyes were glued to April.
I tightened my hold, rocking my fist up my cock again and gliding it down. I closed my eyes and thought of her.
My mind traveled to her walking down the hallway just a moment ago. It was a split second, but I saw plenty.
She had long legs, and on her left calf, she had a tattoo. They were smooth, and they lead up to her wonderfully formed ass. The towel gave little to the imagination. Her back was bare, giving me a view of a boutique of flowers. It was a beautiful tattoo made of black and white.
Her hair was soaking wet, water trailed onto the towel, and as she moved, her ass swayed.
I grunted, tightening my hold on my cock, sliding my hand in harder jerks. I groaned, leaning against the wall.
I thought of her grinding on me in the car. She knew how to sway her lips and always did it with a vixen smile. We knew better than to go farther, but we certainly played with the line. April was young, and sometimes, I wondered if she did it without realizing it. We often teased each other, pushing our boundaries.
I imagined her taking her shirt off just before she got into her chair to suntan. The way she pulled at the fabric and pulled it over her head. The way she shimmied her skirt down over her ass, letting the skirt drop. April was a virgin, but she knew damn well what she was doing. And she would turn, bending over, giving me a perfect view of her ass.
I felt the sensation hit me like a rock, and I came hard. I ground my teeth together, panting as I leaned on the wall.
The room was foggy, and her scent still lingered around. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted her so badly. I looked down at my hand, knowing that this was all I would ever get—jerking myself off rather than sinking myself into her.
I quickly cleaned myself up and scrubbed at my hair. After that, I stepped out and found April wasn't in the bedroom. I wandered down the hallway towards the kitchen to see if she had left.
I found April standing in the kitchen in front of the fridge. My eyes automatically went to her outfit. She was wearing a short black dress that stopped just inches below her ass. The dress hitched up slightly, and I could see the outline of a thong.
Fuck. Me.
My wolf growled with want, and my cock suddenly jerked. I quickly tightened the towel around my waist, praying it didn't rise. The last thing I needed was for her to see that, decide she wasn't comfortable here anymore, and move out.
I cleared my throat, and April stood back up quickly, fixing her dress by tugging it down slightly.
"Shit. Didn't see you there, sorry. Do you have any fruit?"
"We," I said, correcting her. While this was my house, it was hers as well now, and I wanted her to know that. "And no, we don't. I can get some after work."
She made a pouting expression and sighed. "Well, that sucks. Fruit goes well with eggs."
I glanced over to the pan, where she had some scrambled eggs made up.
"You didn't have to make breakfast."
"You made my coffee. It was only fair." She shut the fridge and turned back to the stove.
I gave her a soft smile. "I made you coffee because I was making my own."
"And I was making myself breakfast. Come sit."
I didn't think I could. My cock hurt now, and as she moved, my eyes went to her butt. Plenty of thoughts roamed my mind.
What would it feel like to sink into her? Would she be so tight that I’d never wanted to leave? Was April a moaner? Or did she whimper? What was her favorite position?
Suddenly my hand job didn't seem like it helped because my cock felt like it was going to pop. My cock jerked, and I moved, stepping out of her view. I tried to hide it a little better, but it was noticeable now. It was rock fucking hard again.
How the fuck was I going to survive this?