Chapter 3 Ice cream

We returned to the Rhodes mansion after dinner; the drive there was somber and tense. It was quite embarrassing for me, but honestly, rather than usual, my mother was blacked out from drinking and being held up by my dad. Kaz chose to drive back to the house in his own car, and for that, I am incredibly grateful. When we eventually got to the house, I practically ran from my parents' house in the car. Bodhi assisted my dad in removing my mother from the car and carrying her upstairs, but he was too occupied kissing my dad's behind. I decided not to wait around and went straight to my room because I was itching to take off this constricting outfit. It's a peculiar feeling when you feel like the walls are slowly closing in on you. I virtually yanked my necklace off my neck. I was in my bathroom, standing in my underwear, my chest heaving from the effort of attempting to breathe. I have panic attacks frequently. I believe it's simply a result of pretending to be normal during the day and then brutally breaking free at night, then picking myself up to start over the next day. Gripping the edges of my sink with my hands, I gazed through the mirror at my own shattered reflection. My eyes saw my healing injuries, and that's something I'll never get. Bodhi says he loves me, but he's seen my bruises and hasn't yet asked my father about them. I find it disgusting that he doesn't find it offensive that another guy touches me violently. Is it foolish of me to hope that my fiancé will keep me safe? I was slightly shocked when I heard my bedroom door open, but I knew it was my fiancé since I could hear the hockey game on TV. He speaks about having sex with hockey virtually every day, so he would if he could. Before leaving my bathroom, I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then, I reached for my sleeping gown and put it on. Even though I could feel Bodhi staring at me, I ignored him as I settled into our bed. He inquired, "What did you think of dinner?" "It was...interesting." I muttered, not mentioning that his dad had his hand between my legs. "Are you excited that your brother gets to be at our wedding?" I turned to properly face him and asked, What's up with all these questions? "Of course, he's my big brother." I answered. "I get that, but isn't he a criminal?" He replies. I looked at him fiercely, ready to flip the fuck out. Words, cruel words, wanted to pour out of my mouth. He is completely ignorant of both my brother and my family. "My brother went to jail because he was protecting me." I told him, emotion spilling into my voice. He attempts to say, "But your dad said-" "You know what? Since you believe in my dad so much, maybe you should marry him instead." My body practically levitated off my bed as I spewed out. Reaching for my robe, which was propped up on the couch, I made my way to the door. "Great, now you're mad." He blows out, and as I turned to look at him, his eyes were still fixed on the television. I can't pretend that it doesn't bother me that he just doesn't care enough about himself to listen to the issues and sentiments of his future bride, but by this point, I had grown accustomed to it. An asshole is what he is, once and forever. "I'm going to go make some tea." I said, a little drily. He ignored me and roared for his hockey team, not listening to a word I said. I strolled down the stairs with my arms flapping all over the place as I rolled my eyes and closed my door. Perhaps this life was meant to be mine; I didn't choose it, but it was thrown into my lap, and I had no control over it. Since I'm afraid of the dark, I turned on the lights in the kitchen and hallway. Rather than preparing tea as I had promised, I reached into the freezer and took out a bucket of ice cream. I'm obsessed with coconut, so I only eat ice cream with a coconut taste. Before taking the ice cream's top off, I got on the counter and started eating. My smooth skin was exposed as my robe hung loosely over my shoulder. I didn't give a damn because I was by myself and currently feel completely free. My dad immediately came to mind when I heard heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen. Kaz came into the kitchen totally naked, with only a pair of sleeping shorts slung across his chest, and I waited warily to see who it was. His body was flawless, and my jaw dropped open as my eyes grew wider. His lovely eyes drew my attention. They moved down my face and onto my torso, where he stopped and grinned comically. When realization finally set in, I hastily crossed my legs and pulled my robe closer to myself. "Just getting some water." I nodded like a fool, he says. I looked away awkwardly as he walked over to the cupboard, got a glass cup, and filled it with water. I wanted to rub my hands all over his toned body, maybe even my tongue. "You know, mint chocolate chip will always be superior." It's horrible, he adds in a low voice. My hands went down the ice cream tube on top of my thigh, and I didn't notice how close he was to me until I looked back up to respond to his remark. "Mint chocolate chip is disgusting." My voice broke; no one, not even his son, has ever made me feel as anxious as I do about this man. He leans in closer and stands between my legs while he tilts his head to the side, glaring at me. My entire body began to burn at that point, so I leaned back slightly to put some distance between us and removed the ice cream from my thigh so he wouldn't get any on him. I had to look up at him, which made me realize how much taller he was than me. "I'm shocked you aren't telling me that I shouldn't be eating ice cream." I alluded. "Now why would I say that, darling?" He takes a slight bend inward. It's true that there was conflict between us: "We both know your son is more concerned with my appearance than anything else." I answered. Bodhi thinks that since our wedding is still a ways off, consuming a lot of calories before the big day could cause me to gain too much weight. "My son is a moron; you're perfect the way you are." He states. That gave me butterflies in my stomach-not only is he attractive, but he also shows respect. As I peered into his eyes, the spoon I had loaded with ice cream began to gently melt. He leaned slowly in the direction of the spoon. He put the spoon in his mouth, and I stared with lust-filled eyes as he drew dangerously near to my pussycat. Holy sh*t, dude I swallowed as he slurped the liquefied ice cream and raised his hooded eyes to mine. He noticed right away that I was gently squeezing my legs around his torso to keep some of the moisture between us from getting wet. With a leisurely motion, he ran his palm down my leg as if to prove a notion. My hips were subtly raised off the table because my body couldn't handle it. Never before has a guy gotten this close to a pussycat-a dick, of course, but never a face. Bodhi is a boring jerk who only enjoys pleasing himself. He has never penetrated me with his tongue, preferring to use his dick instead. "You've never been eaten out before?" His face tightened as though the question were hurting him. My breathing was erratic, the stress overwhelming, and his fingers moved up my thigh. He shook his head violently, and I shook my head to avoid speaking since I was at a loss for words. I made the decision to go beyond because I was horny and wanted anything at all. I bent down to put my ear to his. Why? Do you have hunger? I slid my tongue lightly into his earlobe and purred. His fingers were digging into my milky thigh, and I could see his eyes growing gloomy with thirst as I backed away. "I should go before I do something we'll both regret tomorrow." He bites his lip and then pushes away from the table. I wanted him to lick me all over like his personal lollipop; I didn't want him to go. "Goodnight, darling." "Goodnight, Kaz." I addressed him by name and spoke with a tinge of teasing; I could sense the tension in his shoulders. I'm left wet and hot in the kitchen as he takes his cup and walks out. I leapt from the table and stuffed the ice cream back into the freezer, feeling like I could finally breathe properly. With the TV in complete darkness and all the lights turned off, I hurried upstairs to my room. I needed someone to touch me because my robe slipped off of me as I drew nearer to my bed. I crept over to Bodhi, who was fast asleep, and began kissing his back in an attempt to lull him back to consciousness. With my legs resting on top of his exposed body, I sat on top of him, causing his eyes to open wide in disbelief. "Let me ride you." I mumbled something in his ear. His boxer was slowly tugged down, and I could hear the rumble in his chest. I carefully lowered myself all the way down to him, and I let out a few small sighs. He never lets me have fun; he just flipped us over, and I was under him. Like he always does, he began to gently shove inside of me. I wanted to ride him, but more than anything, I wanted him to treat me harshly. Why hadn't I simply fucked his father? Right, as my dad is good friends with him, and my dad would murder me.