“Zora.” Aria was the first one to rush into her arms as she walked through the door of Thomas’s house close to two in the morning.
“I’m fine, Aria.” She sighed but didn’t dare break away. She didn’t want to admit it but she needed the embrace from her friend.
“You had us worried, Zora.” Graham said as he caressed his wife back to ease her away. “Come on. I’ll make you some cocoa. I know you both don’t like coffee.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I just want to go to bed.”
“If you think you’re going to bed without feeling my raft , then you thought wrong.” She finally saw the rest of the Tucker clan appear. Thomas stood the closes, Micah behind him, and propped against the door frame of the kitchen was David. He looked so angry but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of them.
“I was stupid for running off and I could’ve been hurt or killed. Does that about sum it up? I really just want to sleep. I promise you can yell at me all day tomorrow but now I just need sleep.” She moved up the stairs and no one stopped her this time.
David was the first to move once she disappeared. He was so mad that he was shaking. He collected his coat from the closet and stuffed his arms into it.
“Where the hell are you going?” Thomas asked with a scowl.
“You’re not going to go see about her?” Micah asked. “It was your fault that she ran off.”
“The hell it was my fault! And you saw her walk in here just like I did. No regard for any of us, just a half ass apology.” He rolled his eyes and headed for the door. “Oh and let’s not forget the bruise on Summer’s arm.
“That’s bullshit.” Micah spat.
“Zora would never unless provoked.” Aria said with a questionable look on her face.
This was the same discussion they had when they arrived to the house and found that Zora wasn’t there and he was over it. “I’m going home.”
“It’s too damn late to be going down that mountain. You can sleep in the den or in the damn guest room but you’re not going out that door.”
“Don’t argue with him tonight, David. He hasn’t had any sleep and he didn’t get to lecture anyone tonight so it’s hopeless.” Graham said as he pulled Aria upstairs to his old bedroom. “Goodnight.” They called out as the door closed.
“I’ll go check on her before I head to my room.”
“No.” Thomas called out. “Just let her rest.”
“You’re right. I’ll just check on her in the morning before I leave out.” He moved up the stairs. “Goodnight, Pop. Not you, David.”
“What are you, eight?” David frowned as he removed his coat and put it back in the closet.
“Where’s Summer?” Thomas asked.
“She went home tonight, thankfully so since my father won’t allow me to leave.”
“She was hurt when she found out you were engaged.” Of course they were back on Zora.
“That’s not my problem, I never lead her on.” He started to pace the floor. I did kind of in the beginning but I fixed it. He really though he had fixed it. “That doesn’t give her the right to put her hands on Summer.”
“You know better than that.” His father’s frowned deepened and he knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with him when it came to those girls.
“Tell me what happen then, Dad? Oh, I forgot she’s innocent until proven guilty.”
Thomas dismissed that and moved on to a more important question. “Out of all the women you could’ve picked to play house with, you pick Summer McNeil. Why?”
“Where is all this coming from?” David stressed. “I know you have a soft spot for Zora but Summer is a great woman.”
“But is she the woman for you?”
“She’s the one I picked. She good enough for me and everyone needs to respect that.”
“Okay.” Thomas threw his hands up.
“Okay?” For some reason he thought the conversation would go on much longer. “Just okay?”
“It’s your life, son.” Thomas gripped him by the shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “Once you have kids of your own, then you’ll understand. Goodnight, son.”
Thomas patted his back before walking off to his bedroom.
David started to follow his father down the hall to the guest bedroom but something wouldn’t allow him to go there just yet...
He was at the door to his old bedroom before he even realized he was up the stairs. He raised his hand to knock but he didn’t want anyone to come see who was at her door. He also was sure that if he knocked that Zora would send him away. He turned the knob and pushed the door open to find her in bed with her back to him so she didn’t know exactly who it was.
“Go away.” He swore he never heard her voice so weak and that made a chill run down his spine. He walked into the room closing the door behind him.
“I said go away.” Zora flipped around to face the door and she saw who had entered her room. “I don’t want you in here.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“If anyone has the right to be mad then it should be me, don’t you think?”
“You came in here to fight?” She said in disbelief as she rose in the bed, sitting upright. The covers dropped around her waist showing off the strapless shirt she wore that exposed her hardening nipples from the chill of the room. His mouth went dry.
“No, I-” He rubbed his hands down his face. He wanted her to pull the damn cover back over her so he could think about why he was in there. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“Whatever.” She dropped back to the bed pulling the covers up to her waist and crossed her arms over her chest. “You can leave now.”
“I apologized now what about you?”
“What about me?” She frowned.
“Are you sorry?”
“Am I sorry for every trying to befriend you? Yes. Am I sorry for ever liking you? Yes. Am I sorry that I used to fantasize about you? Yes!” Before he knew what was happening, she shot out the bed storming past him to the door. “I’m even almost sorry I ever met you. Now, get out.” She snatched the door open and motioned her head for him to move out the door.
Just like that. The mood in the room switched. The heat that always burned between them was warming up.
He smiled. She was so damn hot for him that he doubted she even knew how much her body was calling to him. Her hand was clenching the doorknob and her thighs were pressed together obviously trying to relieve the steady throb of her clit from the sensations she had going through her body. Her nipples were so hard pressed against the thin cotton.
It would be so easy to suck the little pebbles through her shirt. Ah, his mouth watered at the thought. The little shorts she wore could be easily pushed aside to find her dripping wet for what she wanted. He had to get out of there!
Then why was he headed for her instead of the door.
“See, Zora. I can’t just leave like that.”
“You can and you will.” She all but gritted out. The hand at the doorknob was squeezing it harder and harder. He shook his head. He could think of better use for her hands.
“I think I need to hear more about those fantasies you said you have of me.”