Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
You are reading Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe, Chapter 5: Chapter 5. Read more chapters of Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe.
The call connected instantly, and my husband's warm voice filled my ear. "Hey babe, what's going on? It's the middle of the night—shouldn't you be sleeping?"
No way was I telling him what just happened. I measured my words carefully. "Sweetheart, how long is Daniel staying with us? I'm... feeling a little weird about it."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing serious. It's just strange having another man in the house all of a sudden. I actually locked the door before calling you."
My husband chuckled like this was adorable. "Come on, it's just Daniel—my baby brother, not some random creep. If it bothers you, keep your door shut. It's not like he's gonna break it down."
You absolute idiot. He literally just did—and nearly ate me alive.
Since subtlety wasn't working, I went for blunt. "Listen, it's uncomfortable. A man and woman alone together—doesn't that worry you even a little? Just talk to him. A couple days max."
"Okay, okay. He's only here through the weekend. The guy's going through a bad breakup—thought some space would help. We'll all go hiking Saturday, sound good?"
Just a few days then.
I could survive that. Minimal water after dark, bedroom lockdown—no midnight bathroom runs.
When I didn't respond, my husband's voice turned teasing. "What, seeing my brother making you miss me? If you're that desperate, just say so. I'll take care of you right now over the phone."
This jackass. Making jokes about his own brother? But after today's torture, I was already wound up tight.
"Mmm... I'm so desperate I'm dripping. Help me out, baby~"
The phone was no substitute for the real thing, but it beat suffering alone.
After some deliciously dirty talk from my husband, the fire between my legs finally cooled to embers.
I hung up with a relieved sigh, ready to crash properly.
Then—scritch, scritch—that unmistakable sound of fingernails dragging down wood.
Someone was right outside. Daniel?!
"Who's there?!"
"Your little moans sound so pretty, sis."
That deep voice oozed under the door like syrup.
This motherfucker. This goddamn motherfucker! He'd been listening the whole time!
No way was I telling him what just happened. I measured my words carefully. "Sweetheart, how long is Daniel staying with us? I'm... feeling a little weird about it."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing serious. It's just strange having another man in the house all of a sudden. I actually locked the door before calling you."
My husband chuckled like this was adorable. "Come on, it's just Daniel—my baby brother, not some random creep. If it bothers you, keep your door shut. It's not like he's gonna break it down."
You absolute idiot. He literally just did—and nearly ate me alive.
Since subtlety wasn't working, I went for blunt. "Listen, it's uncomfortable. A man and woman alone together—doesn't that worry you even a little? Just talk to him. A couple days max."
"Okay, okay. He's only here through the weekend. The guy's going through a bad breakup—thought some space would help. We'll all go hiking Saturday, sound good?"
Just a few days then.
I could survive that. Minimal water after dark, bedroom lockdown—no midnight bathroom runs.
When I didn't respond, my husband's voice turned teasing. "What, seeing my brother making you miss me? If you're that desperate, just say so. I'll take care of you right now over the phone."
This jackass. Making jokes about his own brother? But after today's torture, I was already wound up tight.
"Mmm... I'm so desperate I'm dripping. Help me out, baby~"
The phone was no substitute for the real thing, but it beat suffering alone.
After some deliciously dirty talk from my husband, the fire between my legs finally cooled to embers.
I hung up with a relieved sigh, ready to crash properly.
Then—scritch, scritch—that unmistakable sound of fingernails dragging down wood.
Someone was right outside. Daniel?!
"Who's there?!"
"Your little moans sound so pretty, sis."
That deep voice oozed under the door like syrup.
This motherfucker. This goddamn motherfucker! He'd been listening the whole time!
End of Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe Chapter 5. Continue reading Chapter 6 or return to Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe book page.