MEN OF THE HOUSE

       Faith couldn't get to master how well Ethan kissed, he was so masterful at it. Holding her closer enough, she could feel how hard and strong and tall he was. He swept his tongue into her mouth, deepening the caress in a way that made her let out that soft helpless little sound in her throat and made her want more. She was yearning for him, for his touch, for his caress. 

      Common sense kept reminding her that she didn't want anything intimate with him again, she didn't want anything that would put them in an awkward position, but she kept telling herself that it was only a kiss after all and they were outside. She wreathed her arms around him and stood on tiptoes to fit her lips more precisely to his. She heard him groan as she pressed herself against him and it aroused her. 

      She was hungry, hungry for him. She wanted him there, at that minute and it was that uncontrollable need that brought her back to her senses.  She broke off the kiss and pulled away, her heart pounding frantically. 

        "We shouldn't do this..." 

      "I am sorry." 

       "We shouldn't do this here," she said as if she was uncertain. 

       "Are you drunk?" 

       "No," she said with a sassy smile. He smiled at her.  "I think the night is getting darker and colder." She stretched out her hand. 

      He smiled a knowing smile and grabbed her hand. She dragged him with her back to where they had come from. 

      A pair of binoculars followed them as they went away, chattering and laughing. 

       Douglas came back and removed his shoes. Charlie was by the computer in the living room. Douglas dropped his keys on the counter of the bar in the living room. 

       "You are back," Charlie said without enthusiasm. 

      "Yes." Douglas took a bottle of whisky and two glasses. He poured drinks into the two glasses and carried one to Charlie. 

      Charlie looked up at him and looked back at his laptop.  "Can't you see that I am working? I can't drink and work."

       "Charlie, what's wrong with you?" 

    Charlie looked up and feigned ignorance.  "What is wrong with me?" He shrugged.  "Nothing. I am eating some cookies already." 

       "You have been giving me the cold shoulders. Why don't you talk about it?" 

      "Talk about what?" 

     Douglas dropped the glass on the side table and sat down on the sofa adjacent to him.  "I have not come to argue, I have come to talk, so I'll like for you to give me an audience." 

       Charlie closed his laptop slowly.  "I think this can wait," he said and looked at Douglas. 

        "I... I went to see Angel today." 

          "What?" 

         "Is she living with a man?" 

         "Why didn't you ask her there?" 

   Douglas downed his drink and dropped the glass.  "What do you think? I didn't get to speak with her!" 

       "Why?" 

      "Because of that man!" 

       "What man? Did you go to her house? Who gave you her address?" 

       "I went to her workplace."  Douglas poured more drink into his glass.   "I wanted to take her home but that guy came and took her home instead." He sigh.  "Just tell me." 

       "I don't know, you should ask her yourself." 

       "I'm tired of getting that from you. You are my boyfriend for crying out loud. Your loyalty should lie with me." 

       "You are too proud and I can't stand with you!"

     Douglas stared at him for a while.   "I followed her to her house." 

       "You stalked them?" 

       "I followed my sister, that doesn't count as stalking." 

       "It does. Following someone up without their knowledge is stalking." 

        "Whatever. I don't want you to be friends with her. You hear?" 

        "Why can't I still be friends with her?" 

        "Because if you do, she would forget about me." 

        "You are so confused. Today, you want to see her, tomorrow you want her to come crawling to you, begging." 

        "I don't want her to come crawling to me. It's not easy. Do you think it's easy to face her? I don't know what to say to her." 

        "Then go and tell her that you are sorry. How difficult is that?" 

         "It's very difficult! With that man, I can't even get to see her. Imagine, he came and warned me to stay away from her." 

      "You spoke with him?" 

      "Yes," Douglas answered, avoiding Charlie's gaze. 

      Charlie started to snicker, Douglas glared at him and Charlie burst into laughter. 

        "Hey, what's so funny?" 

        "The alpha male was warned?" 

      Douglas quickly poured another drink and downed it.  "Don't get ahead of yourself. I left him with a threat." 

       "I trust you. You always bark without biting."

       "What? What did you just say?" 

        "I was saying that your sister needs you. She feels she is alone in this world." 

       "Not that!" He shut his eyes and clenched his fists.  "Do you have to remind me about that every second? She is not even alone, she has friends..." 

       "Nothing compares to a real family." 

       "Hey! Don't try to change the topic. What was that about barking and biting?" 

       "I said barking dogs don't bite." 

       "You personalised it. You said I don't bite, I just bark. Do you want me to bite you right now? Do you have a death wish? Do you want me to kick you out of this house?" 

        "Why would you kick me out of the house?" 

      "Because this is my house!" 

   Charlie let out a mock chuckle.  "I think you have lost your memory. We paid for this house, me and you, we shared the rent, remember?" 

        "Then, I will kick you out because I am the man of the house." 

       Charlie snorted.  "Have you suddenly gotten drunk? We are both men living in the same house. We are both men of the house." 

       "Only men drink. You have not even touched the glass of drink I gave you, you are a woman." 

       "You think I don't drink? Because I don't drink at home doesn't mean I don't drink at all. I drink with friends and we talk over drinks, we gist about things happening around. I don't drink at home because I usually work and drinking alone is depressing and I am not depressed. "

      "What? Are you saying that I am depressed?" 

       "I never said your name. I just said drinking alone is depressing, you know, when people are going through one emotional trauma or the other, then they sit alone and drink and cry and listen to sad music. That's what I'm talking about." 

    Douglas huffed.  "Let's prove who is the man then. You or me. Let's drink and talk. "

      "Hah! Bring it on!" Charlie said and clapped his hands. 

       Douglas stood, went to the bar and brought two more bottles of alcohol and soft drinks.  "I am giving you the last chance to back out!" 

       "Do you want me to quit because you are scared I will beat you to this?!" Charlie asked and turned on the video on his phone. He wanted to film them. 

        Ethan killed the ignition of the car once they were in the garage and he glanced at Faith.   "We are home." 

        "Oh," Faith said and sat up.  "Should I open the door for myself?" 

   Ethan smiled lopsidedly, unstrapped his seat belt and went out of the car. He circled to her side and opened the door for her. She went out of the car, staring him right in the eyes, he stared back into her eyes. The next thing she did, surprised even herself, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.  He was surprised and before he could gather his thoughts, she broke off the kiss. 

        "Thank you for tonight, I had a good time." 

        "You did?" She nodded.  He smiled and looked away from her.  "I'm quite surprised that you thanked me with a kiss. I know how difficult it must..." 

       He was interrupted by her lips on his again, she kissed him deeply and pulled away, her eyes filled with need. He just stared at her.   "I want you now." 

       He didn't get what she said.  "Huh?" 

       "I need you to touch me." 

       "Don't joke with me." Ethan stared at her menacingly. 

        "I'm not joking." She stared back at him, her eyes gleamed with a burning passion. 

   She was making him snap out of the last chain of control. He moved closer to her and she stepped back, still looking into his eyes. 

        "You do realise that we are not drunk," he said. His voice was husky. 

        "Would you just shut up and..." 

    He grabbed her like a ferocious animal, pushed her back against the car and kissed her ferociously.  She let out moans of pleasure as he kissed her all over, grabbing the bump of her breast. He lifted her from her hips and balanced her fragile body on his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and wreathed her arms around his neck, he carried her into the elevator, still kissing her. They made out in the elevator as it went up to their floor. 

      He fumbled inside his pockets for the keys to the apartment, while still kissing her. He opened the apartment and kicked the door open, once they were inside, they started tearing each other's clothes off their bodies. Ethan tore her dress away, and grabbed her breast, she quivered and let out a high moan of pleasure when his mouth covered her breast and sucked at her nipple. He lifted her again and she dragged at his belt, he helped her to loosen it, his pants slipped down his legs and he lifted her again, stepped away from his pants and carried her to wards his bedroom. 

     Hello readers, sorry for the late update.  Some unforeseen circumstances came up today. Thanks for understanding.