Chapter 10

This chapter contains mature themes. Read at your own risk. Enjoy❤️

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"I miss you," he said with a serious tone. I looked at him, he wasn't looking at me but playing with the foam in the bathtub. I scoffed and asked, "..Miss? Or Missed?"

Walker didn't respond and I didn't want him to. I didn't want to know what he meant. It's just drunken bubbles. I went into the shower cubicle to check if the water was okay. "The water is warm now," I told him. Suddenly there were arms around my waist and a body pressed to mine, "What are you doing?"

He didn't respond and only held me closer. I could feel everything against my back and it made my heart mad. What does he think he's doing?!

I tried to pry his hands off, "..You're wetting my clothes." Water seeped into my clothes. He leaned close to my ear, "Then take them off. Take a shower with me," he slurred. What the fuck?! I shivered, "I-I've already showered." "Then take another one, you're already wet," his lips grazed my ear and it felt hot.

My heart felt like it was about to explode. The heat from his body made me dizzy. One hand around my waist slipped under my shirt and the other held my chin gently. He turned my face towards him, "I'm...going to kiss you. You can push me away now, if not I'll do whatever I want," his lips grazed my cheek.

The place his lips touched burned, "Your brother is in the other room," I told him, hoping that he would let go. Walker planted soft kisses on my cheek and the corner of my lips, "We're in the bathroom. He can't hear us," he responded.

I groaned, "Are you drunk? Or have you been playing this whole time?" I asked because he seemed very sober. Walker chuckled, "You won't believe how drunk I am right now. And I'm not hearing a no," he said and his hand moved up to my rib cage.

Do I want him to stop? I asked myself. If I were to tell him no, this opportunity wouldn't come again until maybe another month...That's frustrating. I'd been dreaming for this moment and the time we would have done it was ruined by me.

He pressed his size against my ass. I felt his length and the hardness. I wanted to reach behind me and touch him, but I controlled myself. "Destiny..." my name rolled off his tongue like honey, and my body coursed with excitement.

I bit my lip and unconsciously rubbed against him. Walker shivered and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't have time to breathe as he shoved his tongue inside my mouth. He kissed me hungrily, searching every inch of my mouth. His hands held my breasts, completely covering them and his hips moved against my ass. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers buried in his wet hair.

He pulled away and turned me around to face him. Our lips connected again. God I missed this, I thought and grabbed his hair again. My other hand felt hot against his body. Walker groaned as I touched him down there. It was hot and stiff.

Walker buried his face in my neck, his hips moving as I wrapped my fingers around him. He then grabbed my hand, " Not yet," his breath was hot on my lips. Then in one swift moment, he took off my clothes and I was fully naked in front of him.

Because it'd been a while since we did it I felt shy and wanted to cover myself, but Walker grabbed my hands and held them behind me, "Don't be shy on me now, Destiny. Not after five years," he said and pressed his lips against mine again.

I felt myself drowning in his warmth, " I..can't breathe...Walker," I gasped in between. Walker released my hands and grabbed my ass, pulling me flush against him. He trailed kisses down my neck and lifted me a little to attach his lips to my breast.

A loud moan came from my lips as he tortured my nipples mercilessly. I wrapped my arms around him. His thigh between my legs rubbed my center. I cried out, begging him as I felt overstimulated. Walker didn't listen and continued until he was satisfied. By then I was dripping between my legs.

Walker turned off the shower, carried me out of the bathroom, and dropped me on the bed. He kissed me again, this time rougher than before. I wrapped my legs around his waist pressing him against me. I moaned and buried my hands in his hair while he rubbed against me. His movements became faster and faster. My center throbbed with pleasure. I threw my head back moaning.

But just when I was close, he sat up and grabbed my legs together and put them on his left shoulder, "I'm sorry. I'm only going to use your thighs. I'm not sober enough to go all the way," he mumbled and slid his leaking hardness between my thighs.

We had never tried this before so I was shocked when he started moving and the pressure and friction felt good. It felt like we were having sex. The sounds were erotic and his sliding between my wetness turned me on even more. Walker groaned in pleasure as he drove me to my high. His name spilled from my lips like prayers as I begged him to go faster.

Soon I was a trembling mess, the heat in my belly swelled and I came undone at his mercy. Soon after Walker spilled himself on my tummy and both of us rode our high together.

After that, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When I opened my eyes, it was morning, and the space beside me was empty. I felt a bit disappointed, but it didn't last long because I heard voices coming from the living room. I stretched and got out of bed, noticing that I was fully clothed and felt clean. It must have been Walker.

I stepped out of the room and headed to the kitchen. Walker was pouring coffee into two mugs, and Blake was sitting at the counter. "She's not taking my calls anymore. I'm not shocked that Grandma had something to do with it..." Blake said. "How about you go to her workplace? Check up on her," Walker suggested.

They didn't notice my presence until I sat down beside Blake. "Morning," I greeted, startling him a bit. He jumped, "Christ, you scared me," he replied. I smiled and asked, "How was your night?"

Blake sighed, "Not good," he admitted. "Why?" I probed, and just then, Walker placed a glass of juice in front of me. "Aren't you going to ask about my night?" he asked with a knowing smile.

Because of post-nut clarity, I couldn't look Wlaker in the eyes. Stupid right? I wasn't this shy after our wedding night. I couldn't understand myself.

Maybe it's because of our strained relationship. I don't know. "Why should I?" I replied.

"That's mean," Walker joked, gently rubbing my cheek with his thumb. His touch felt cool against my skin. "I wasn't being nice," I scoffed, swatting his hand away playfully. Walker leaned over and kissed my forehead. I was surprised and blushed.

How am I the only one feeling awkward? I envy his ability to sweep things under the rug. Or maybe he's trying to use this to build our relationship?

Blake cleared his throat, "What's this? Have you two finally made up?" he asked. Walker scoffed, "We weren't quarreling before." I had nothing to say. We weren't quarreling but that didn't mean there wasn't something going on. Anybody with two eyes could tell that our relationship was strained.

I quietly sipped my juice while Blake hummed, "There's been some heavy tension between you two for the past two years, but I can't feel it anymore," he remarked.

Neither Walker nor I said anything in response. Blake smiled. "I'm really glad. It must have been tough," he added. Walker pushed one of the cups toward him and said, "Drink and leave." Blake clicked his tongue and replied, "So mean. Anyway, congratulations, Destiny. I heard the news," he said, turning to me with a big grin. I smiled back, "Thank you."

Walker passed me a plate of pancakes and asked, "Is this enough?" I nodded, "It's okay. But aren't you supposed to be at work?" I inquired, addressing both of them.

Blake sighed, "I have something to take care of first. Can you drop me off on your way? I need to talk to Emily." My ears perked up. "Who's Emily? Is she just another one of your flings?" I asked.

He laughed, "I told you I was done with that. My frivolous days are over. Emily is my girlfriend," he replied enthusiastically, although his eyes betrayed him. "That's surprising. I never thought this day would come," I said, genuinely surprised.

Walker sat beside me and remarked, "Grandma told him to break up with her." I frowned at that. "Why?"

"You know how Grandma is—nobody is ever good enough for her," Blake muttered as he stuffed some pancake into his mouth.

"That old—never mind. So what now? Are you going to break up with her?" I asked, feeling annoyed. Blake shrugged, "I don't want to. But I think Emily has already decided that. She hasn't been picking up my calls or replying to my texts since yesterday. At first, I thought it was strange, but when Grandma called us to her office, I realized she must have done something." He sighed and hung his head.

"Now I understand how Walker felt. I like her, and I don't want to lose her. But what can I do if she has already made up her mind?" he sounded genuinely sad. I patted him on the back and said, "Well, you never know until you see her."

"Yeah," he replied.