Pleasure Unbound

I’d been living with Cain and Eli for almost two months now, and we had settled into a pretty comfortable routine. Living with dudes was different than I expected, and with those two, it was starting to feel more like family.

It had felt a little weird for the first week or so, but after that, it felt like my home too.

I loved their brick ranch-style home that was nestled on a tree-lined street in Silver Spring. The houses weren’t far apart, yet not on top of one another either. They had a fairly large backyard with a privacy fence around it, along with a deck that was right off of the kitchen that had a kick-ass hot tub/Jacuzzi combination.

We split the chores up, and took turns cooking dinner. Both Cain and Eli were great cooks and had taken me under their wings in the kitchen. I figured getting a little domestic training, compliments of my roomies, was an additional perk in our living arrangement.

Eli was just getting home from work, still dressed in his office ensemble as I was packing up some ingredients. And I say ensemble, because with Eli? That’s exactly what it was. The guy dressed better than most brides do on their wedding day.

He came into the kitchen, loosening up his white tie, watching me as I put a box of angel hair pasta, tomato sauce, and fresh mushrooms in a box I planned on hauling over to Darin’s. Because tonight, I was cooking for my man, and I was eager to show him my new awesome kitchen skills.

“So, I see you intend to get to your man’s heart through his stomach tonight, eh?” he teased. “Don’t forget the Parmesan cheese,” he reminded me.

“Yeah thanks, Eli,” I replied, grabbing it from the fridge. “With any luck, you won’t see me for breakfast,” I said with a grin.

Eli scoffed playfully. “I’m betting you two don’t make it through dinner with those tight little shorts you’ve got going there,” he remarked, picking up the stack of mail I’d placed on the kitchen table and sorting through it. “Which, by the way, you rock,” he winked, giving me some of his flirtatiousness that I’d come to enjoy.

“Trust me,” I replied, smiling, “I won’t be offended one damn bit if he prefers me to my cooking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

“I know you don’t care for Darin,” I remarked, grabbing the package of chicken breasts out of the sink where I had them thawing. “But so far, he’s the closest thing to a steady relationship that I’ve had…ever. I mean, it’s not just about the sex, you know?”

Eli sighed and looked up from the stack of mail.

“He’s a cheater, Paige,” he deadpanned. “He cheated on Darcy like it was easy. And I don’t like the fact that you’re going over there, getting all excited to play house for the night. Okay? There, I’ve said it.” He shrugged, “Once a cheater-”

“I know, I know,” I interrupted. “Always a cheater. I’ve heard it before.”

I tossed a bag of mixed salad greens into the box and gave Eli a peck on the cheek. “I love that you’re protective over me. It’s something that I’m not used to, I guess,” I said softly, looking up at him. “But I need to explore this relationship because it just might be right for me, okay?”

He studied me for a second, and let out a soft chuckle while shaking his head.

“Where’s Maddox?” he asked, referring to Cain by his last name, which was how he always addressed him for some reason.

The fact that he had beat Cain home was pretty damn unusual, because Cain had mean ninja skills when it came to punctuality.

“Oh,” he left a note on the fridge. “Playing racquetball with Steve and Lance. You’re supposed to meet them at the club and make it a foursome.”

“Ah shit,” Eli said, looking up at the ceiling with a heavy sigh. “I’m fucking tired, and it’s Friday, and that means it’s chill time for me right there in front of the television. Does he not know this by now?”

I giggled at Eli’s over-dramatic, sulky tone, closing up the box holding what was going to be a scrumptious meal.

“So DVR whatever it is you’d be watching, dude,” I said with a shrug. “I mean, you did hear me when I said ‘foursome,’ right? As in four sweaty guys alone in a fiberglass-encased room with nothing to do except whack at their balls with their…” I lowered my voice to a theatrical whisper, “rackets?”

Eli gave me a playful swat as I passed him on my way out. “Brat,” he growled. “Drive safely.”

On my way out through the door though, I made sure to turn around with, “Oh, and try not to dent up any hardwood floors with your balls. I hear that’s frowned upon.” I gave him a stern look.

He shook his head with a hard eye-roll, closing the door with one huge-ass grin on his face.

~~~

Eli had hit the nail on the head. Darin and I had just finished our salads when he followed me into the kitchen, where I bent over to check the Chicken Parmesan in the oven.

“Mmm,” he said, coming up behind me, and rubbing my ass with the palms of both hands. I straightened up, leaning back against his strong frame.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I can see those squats have made your glutes kind of epic there, babe,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered as his lips brushed against my lobe, and then his tongue lightly flicked the outer edge.

“I’ll take that as a compliment of the highest regard,” I replied, “I have a very strict trainer, you see.”

His arms encircled me, and I felt him nuzzle the back of my neck with his nose; he nipped gently at my skin. “How about you turn the oven down and we get a little exercise before the main course?”

I smiled against him, reaching over and turning the oven dial down to nearly nothing.

Darin lifted me up, and I immediately wrapped my bare legs around his torso, allowing him to carry me off to his king-sized bed where we enjoyed an hour of play that had very few boundaries.

We had just finished dinner, and I was loading the dishwasher, when his cell rang. He looked down at it.

“Gotta take this, babe,” he said, taking several long strides out of the kitchen. I figured it was probably something with the bureau. Darin was so committed to the FBI and loved his new assignment as Intern Coordinator. He was a master of motivation; that was for damn sure.

I heard his voice raised a bit from the living room, just enough to hear him say, “I told you, Lisa, not tonight. I’m busy, babe.”

Umm…?

My ears immediately went into ‘eavesdrop’ mode, a skill I had honed growing up, as a result of all the boundaries I had crossed with my parents. They were forever disagreeing on how to handle discipline where I was concerned. I tiptoed closer to the hallway, straining to hear his side of the conversation.

“Tomorrow then, babe. Yeah, I’ve got to go now. Uh huh…Okay… miss you, too.”

What the hell?

I’m not much of a game player-with emotions, that is. I joined Darin in the living room right as he tossed his cell on the table.

“Who was that?” I asked point-blank.

He immediately looked over at me as if I had somehow crossed an arbitrary line with him.

“That was a friend of mine,” he replied, without batting an eye. “You probably know her from the program, Lisa Benedict.”

I did know her. Tall, blonde, big boobs. She was doing an internship at Quantico as well. She was another of Darin’s coachees.

“So what? Are you fucking her too?” I blurted. “I mean, I couldn’t help hearing part of your conversation,” I said, feeling my face flush.

He looked at me directly, not masking his expression. “Hey, Paige, I mean, come on here. You and me? We’re not exclusive or anything,” he said, his tone clipped. “I don’t nose into your business, and by the same token, I don’t expect you to be nosing into mine.”

I walked over to where he was standing, and made sure that my eyes met up with his.

“Huh,” I raised my shoulders and let them fall. “So you’re just my trainer who likes to keep it…physical. I get it. I mean, I kind of thought we had a little something going, but I’m so glad you took the time to clear that up.”

“Hey,” he replied, his hands outstretched, as if pleading his case to me. “We’ve never discussed exclusivity, and…I’m not at a place right now where I even want to consider it. Well, I mean, not with you at any rate, Paige. I mean, you’re a knock-out and all, babe, but I don’t see me getting serious with someone at the bureau…ever. It’s just not a good idea.”

Oh, I was pissed now. Royally.

“Well,” I said, nodding my head slowly. “I can see why not getting into anything serious with someone at the bureau is a good idea. However, fucking everyone at the bureau seems like a great one. God, why didn’t I think of that?” I gave him my best clueless look, “I guess I must’ve been absent the day you went over that one.”

He shrugged and nodded. “I thought you knew the score, doll. I mean, it’s not like I ever took you out on a date or anything. I figured you understood what this was about.”

Fuck you.

“Why don’t you call Lisa back, Darin? Let her know your schedule for tonight has just been freed up.”

I grabbed my purse from the sofa, and he made no move whatsoever to stop me.

“Cocksucker,” I breathed out on a harsh breath, as I pushed the door of his apartment open, taking the tattered remnants of my pride with me.