Chapter 7: Matias
Soft footsteps sounded down the hall, but I ignored them. I'd hoped she was going to stay in her room the rest of the night, but it seemed like that was a hope in vain. I breathed slow and deep to gain some kind of clarity, trying to get the memory of her pale, soft curves flashing me out of my mind. I felt bad for scaring her in the shower, but if I was being honest with myself that remorse was slowly being buried by the image of full breasts topped with hard pink nipples.
"Matias?" Her soft voice and a few knocks on my door sounded in my room.
I held back a sigh of resignation as I got up to answer the door, and nearly swallowed my tongue when I got a good look at her. Only years of practice at hiding my true self kept my jaw from falling to the floor while my eyes raked over her.
The shorts and tank top of Cami's that I'd left for her sure as hell did not look like that on my sister. Her legs were completely bare, the curves of her hips plainly visible and I was sure that if she turned I'd be able to easily get a peek of her ass cheeks. The shirt hugged her figure tight, leaving nothing, including the peaks of her tits, to the imagination. She looked good enough to eat, and I bet she tasted twice as sweet as she looked.
Thank god I'd put on pajama pants tonight, because I was getting harder by the millisecond just looking at her. Not that the pants were doing much to obsure my reaction, but it was better than the briefs I usually wore. I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet her big eyes. I could've sworn I saw a twinkle of triumph lighting them for a moment but must have imagined it.
"What do you need, angelita?" The nickname popped out of me unbidden. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on it, just like the first time I'd used it.
"I was just wondering if I could get a glass of water."
"Of course. Help yourself to anything you want or need in this house." You won't be able to find anything I don't want you seeing anyway, I added to myself. I had a secret room in the basement that was only accessible by a secret code and a drop of my blood. Biometric technology was a marvelous thing.
"Oh. Thanks," she said, sounding slightly unsure. I watched her wringing her hands for a second before giving in.
"Alright, come on. I'll help you out." I brushed past her, taking a deep breath and relishing just how damn good she smelled. I was doing my best to fight my attraction to her, but I was afraid that she would be the one thing to break my usually iron-clad self control.
I could hear her following me down the stairs and into the kitchen as I walked over to my cabinets to grab her a glass. I turned and held it out to her, watching as she came closer to take it from me. Our fingers brushed, and sparks bit at my skin at the touch.
"Water's in the fridge," I bit out in a gruff voice.
She nodded, turning from me to fill her glass. I bit back a groan as my suspicions were confirmed- I could indeed see her ass nearly falling out of the shorts. She opened the fridge door and reached up to grab the pitcher, my mouth going dry as her shirt lifted even more to bare the skin of her back. Her body stretched out before me, and all I could think about was pressing against her to feel it.
She shut the door, and the noise brought me back to the present. She stared at me over the edge of the cup as she drank, and I stared right back. Not for the first time I wondered to myself what the fuck I was doing, taking her with me and bringing her here. I knew which head I'd been thinking with, but it didn't explain this feeling I had that not only would I never let her go, but that I'd kill anyone that tried to take her from me. It was irrational goddammit, but I wasn't going to worry about it right now.
My biggest concern at the moment was getting her some clothes that actually fit. Because if I had to watch her walk around like this all the time there was no way in hell I'd survive.
"You good now?" She nodded at my inquiry, and I saw a look in her eyes that told me she wanted to ask me about a thousand questions. "Not tonight, Kiara. You need some rest after everything you've been through. Tomorrow you can ask me whatever you want."
She studied me, debating for a moment, then nodded again. "You're probably right. Thank you again, by the way. I don't know..." She trailed off and swallowed hard. I walked over to her, ignoring my brain telling me not to touch. I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she was looking at me with those beautiful eyes of hers before I spoke.
"Please, don't thank me. My world is not a pretty one, and I'm sorry that you've had to be a witness to any of it. Now come on, let's get you to bed."
I turned her and pressed my hand against her lower back, her skin warm and soft under my touch. I fought the desire to run my hand over every inch I could reach, instead pulling my hand away as she started walking. I followed her to her door and watched as she got herself comfortable in bed. I could feel a pull towards her, something primal inside me bursting to pick her up and carry her to my own bed, to see her long blonde hair spread out all around us. She gave me a small smile and I nodded once at her before shutting the door and pressing a button just above the molding that would automatically lock the door and window to her room.
She seemed sweet enough but I wanted to make sure she stayed put for the night. Especially since I had to run out for a while; I didn't need her trying to run off out here in the middle of nowhere. She had a small half-bath attached to her room, so she'd be good for the night. Blowing air out of my mouth, I forced myself to walk away and get the shit taken care of that I needed to.
I was sitting at the kitchen table waiting patiently when Kiara finally made her way down in the early afternoon the next day. Her hair was a giant nest and her shorts were slightly sideways, and it was fucking cute.
Cute! I could barely believe I'd even had the thought. I knew that things had changed the moment I saw her, but damn. I chuckled to myself, and she gave me a look.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," I responded. Pointing to a big bag on the table, I changed the subject. "That bag has more clothes for you, stuff that will actually fit you. There's also toiletries and other necessities, but if I missed something or you need anything in particular, just let me know and I'll get it for you. No questions asked."
"Matias... you didn't need to do this." She went over to the bag and opened it, taking out one of the sweaters from the top. It was a light gray color, and the moment I'd seen it for some reason I knew it would be perfect for her. She slipped it on over her head and it fit her just the way I'd imagined. It fell to mid-thigh and just barely skimmed her curves, and even though she was mostly hidden from my view for some reason it was almost more enticing than just the tank top and shorts.
Could this woman wear anything that wouldn't turn me on?
She ran her hands over her body, feeling how soft the material was and heat blasted through me, followed by a hint of jealousy that it wasn't my hands following that path. She looked up at me, her face unreadable. She took just a couple steps towards me and then flung herself across the rest of the distance, prompting me to stand and catch her in my arms. She collided with me, pressing her face into my neck and wrapping her arms and legs around me as much as possible while I tightened my grip.
Fuck, she felt good in my arms. I let out a slight growl when I felt her lips press softly to my skin, my cock jerking in reaction to the small touch.
"Thank you Matias, really. This is so much more than I ever expected."
Her quiet words were whispered along my skin, and I closed my eyes tight to not let the beast roaring at the bars of the cage out.
"You're welcome." Those were the only words I could get out. I moved my hands from around her waist to her thighs, doing my best not to notice how firm the muscles there were, moving so that she could slide down my body in torturous and fucking amazing way.
She dropped her feet to the floor and before she turned away from me I noticed the flush on her cheeks. At least I'm not the only one affected, I thought with a pleased smile.
"There's a few breakfast burritos in the microwave if you're hungry," I mentioned as I sat back down. She rushed over to grab a couple and then sat across from me at the table. I watched with amusement as she scarfed the first one down and started on the second more slowly.
"What's so funny?" Kiara's words were muffled since she still had a mouthful of food, but I was able to understand her.
"Nothing little one," I commented dryly while she took another giant bite. her cheeks flushed with the nickname, and I liked the way it looked. I vowed to do more thing s just to see the color rise on those cheeks. But for now... "I know you have questions for me Kiara. Feel free to ask them. I may not answer, but you may ask whatever you wish."
She chewed, looking up at the ceiling as she thought. I watched her neck move as she wallowed, and my hands itched to reach out and trace her fair skin. I could only imagine how it would look, my tan fingers tracing a path down the pale skin. Then farther, down to the swell of her tits that I could just barely see underneath her sweater. And if I looked closely enough, I swore I could see her nipples through the soft material.
Kiara's loud voice broke my train of thought and I jerked my eyes up to her green ones filled with laughter.
I cleared my throat. "Sorry, what did you ask?"
Biting her lip, she decided to not say anything about my obvious perusal of her. "Did you lock me in my room last night?"
"Because I can." She did not like that answer. Her face scrunched up, annoyance and protest filling it before I interrupted what was sure to be a tirade. "I'm fucking with you angelita. I locked you in because I didn't want you to try to run away. You have no shoes, no real clothes, and nowhere to go. Plus, we're in bum fuck Egypt."
"I'm not an idiot, Matias. And I'm not a pushover. If I didn't want to be here, I would've fought coming with you at the house. You don't need to lock me in. I'm not going anywhere." With that declaration, she shoved the last bite of her burrito in her mouth.
She obviously didn't care what I thought about her eating habits, and even though I usually didn't give a shit one way or the other, I found her enthusiasm endearing.
"We'll see. Any other questions?"
"What am I supposed to do while I'm here?"
Me. The word nearly left my lips, and while it was true, I didn't think she was ready to hear that yet. So I cleared my throat, and answered with something safer.
"Cooking, cleaning, whatever you want to do- within reason," I added quickly before she got any crazy ideas.
"What if you train me?"
Like that one.
"No." My answer was firm, but it didn't stop her from pouting.
"Aw, come on. I might as well learn some self-defense, at least."
"Well it's not like you're always going to be around to protect me," she sassed with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh angelita, I plan to never let you out of my sight." I couldn't stop the growled confession, and her eyes grew wide. I wanted to kiss that surprised look right off her face, so instead I stood and started walking away. "Take your stuff upstairs and get it organized. Then I'll show you around a little more."
I heard her grumbling behind me, but when I took a peek behind me I saw she was doing as I'd said. I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my lips at how much fun I knew this was going to be.
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