Laying claims

Chelsea

I knew I would go crazy if I had to spend another day in the same house with my step brother who went around the house with his denim pants riding low on his hips. He was good looking and he carried himself with the air of one who was good looking and knew it. He was arrogant too. He had looked in my eyes and had concluded that I desired him. It was one of the most daring things I had ever had a man do to me. But I knew I was not damned because he was hot. I was damned because he knew now that I wanted him desperately.

He had heard me moan his name and he had not spared me when he said it.

I was sure I had never been as embarrassed and angry at the same time as I had been when he had made me look into his eyes only to tell me how he had heard me moan his name.

I could have denied it then but it was no use. He had walked off when he finally let me go and I had stood there, wondering where he had come from and where in the hell he had gotten the amount of arrogance which he possessed.

It was easy, I needed to get a boyfriend. If I came home with a boyfriend and introduced him to everyone, then I was sure to never feel anything for him again, not when I had a boyfriend who would be the centre of my attention.

Aldrich came to pick me up after my lectures because I had called dad to report that my car had broken down. It was a awkward drive home for me and I tried a bit too hard to not make an eyes contact with him.

***

Days later, everything changed. Aldrich picked me up twice from school as the perfect big brother and that was the last time I had a guy ask me out or have the admirers send me flowers.

It didn't take long for me to figure that it had something to do with Aldrich. The plan had been to say yes to one of my many admirers.

"I have a feeling you've done or said something about me in school." I accused when I found him alone on the balcony. Dad had gone out with Auntie Naomi and he was alone, in his low riding jeans and his bare chest.

"What do you mean?" he asked curtly. I felt the anger rising in my chest at his response.

"What did you do to keep the guys away from me?" I asked again, hiding my irritation.

He turned to me this time and smiled.

"You don't understand me so much, Chel, do you?" he asked. I snorted.

"You have not answered me. Does this have anything to do with you?", I asked him this time even more sternly.

He didn't respond immediately, his hand went to his biceps and he ran ran his hands on them admiringly. I stood watching with indignation.

When he had finished, he started speaking slowly, making sure that he had each word sink in.

"I don't know what you're thinking, Chel, but has it ever crossed your mind that you're mine?"

He asked. I stumbled back and regarded him, if only to ascertain that he was not mad.

"Yeah, you think I want to see these boys chase after what is mine?", He asked, this time, he had covered up whatever space was between us. I could feel his breath now on my face, yet I lacked the will to move back.

"I've never wanted to keep a girl as much as I want to keep you, Chel. Whatever it takes to see that you remain mine, I'll do it."

It was the last thing my befuddled mind could comprehend before he took my lips in his, kissing me like it was all he was worth. I did not want to, but when his arms came around me, molding me gently to his hard frame, I lost the will to protest or want anything else beside what he was ready to give me. I leaned into him, abandoning what was left of my sanity and ditching my anger as I opened my mouth to entertain his tongue fully as he stroked mine with a strength and passion I had never felt. The kiss was short but when he let me go, I was trembling, and I felt the moistness between my legs, the heat had pooled in my innards and he was smiling.

Maybe he had proved a point, maybe he had shown that I could not resist him and that meant he could have me whenever he wanted to.

But it was hard to feel remorse over the passion I had just let myself feel. It was difficult to bring myself to get angry again.

He let go of my waist slowly and then muttered,

"I'm Sure I'd be able to get you to climax just by kissing you."

I took a deep sigh, not trusting myself enough to speak.

"I like how your body responds to my smallest touch, Chel, it's a sign that your body belongs to me."

He said. I didn't say anything. When I was sure enough of what to say, I would sure speak.

"Tell me, Chel. What do you think about me when you touch yourself? How vivid are your imaginations, girl?"

The words were more like a growl.

"I don't touch myself thinking of you."

He leaned back from me.

"Then it has to be the dreams. I was not wrong the first time. Tell me, what do I do to you in these dreams?"

He looked genuinely curious and I swallowed saliva again for the umpteenth time.

"Tell me, Chel. Do you like the things I do to you in these dreams?"

His hand started to reach for my face, the doorknob clicked and the door came open.