CHAPTER 9

RAIN SOAKED VERANDA AT THE FAMILY ESTATE PT 1

The family estate was empty except for Elise. She had arrived two hours earlier, hoping the long drive and the sound of the ocean would give her space to breathe after the divorce papers finally went through two weeks ago. 

The marriage to her husband had been cold and sexless for years. No touch, no romance, nothing.  

She stood on the covered veranda in a thin white sundress that the humid air had already made cling to her body. 

The fabric stuck to her full breasts and the curve of her rounded hips. Her pale skin was flushed pink from the heat and damp strands of her hair got stuck to her skin.

 She leaned on the wooden railing, looking out at the darkening sea, trying to let the salty air clear her head.

The sound of tires on the gravel driveway made her turn. Theo’s truck pulled up. He stepped out shirtless, cargo shorts riding low on his hips. 

His sun-kissed torso glistened with sweat from hauling sandbags earlier. He grabbed a toolbox from the back and walked toward the house like he belonged there. 

The family estate still legally belonged to the brothers until the final papers cleared, so she couldn’t exactly tell him to leave.

Theo looked up and saw her. His steps slowed for a second. His green eyes moved over her body in the thin dress before he caught himself and gave a small nod.

“Elise, didn't know you'd be here,” he said, voice rough.

“I needed some quiet,” she replied, arms crossing under her breasts. The movement made her nipples press harder against the damp fabric. “Thought the place would be empty.”

Theo set the toolbox down on the veranda steps. “Storm’s coming in fast. I came to check the shutters before the monsoon hits. Won’t take long.”

He climbed the steps and stopped a few feet away. The air between them felt thick already. 

Elise tried to keep her eyes on his face, but they kept dropping to the way his chest rose and fell, to the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, and to the growing bulge in the front of his low-slung shorts.

They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Elise felt her nipples tighten into hard peaks against the thin dress. 

Theo noticed. His gaze lingered there before he looked away.

“You want something to drink?” she asked, trying to sound normal.

“Sure. Water’s fine.”

She went inside and came back with two cold bottles. They stood side by side at the railing, shoulders almost touching, watching the sky turn darker. 

Rain started to fall in drops, then suddenly sheeted down hard, drumming on the roof.

 Theo took a long drink. “How are you holding up? After everything with my brother?”

Elise let out a slow breath. 

“I’m tired. The marriage was… empty. No touch for years. Just going through the motions. I feel starved for it. For any kind of real contact.”

Theo’s hand tightened around the bottle. He stared out at the rain. 

“I shouldn’t say this, but I’ve thought about you for years. Jerked off thinking about you more times than I can count. You were always there at family dinners, looking elegant. My brother never appreciated what he had.”

Elise’s breath caught and heat pooled low in her belly. 

She turned her head to look at him. “You really did that? Thought about me while you…”

“Yeah, sometimes in the shower, other times in my car after seeing you. Imagining what your skin would feel like. How you’d sound if someone finally touched you the way you deserve.” His voice was lower.

Their shoulders brushed as they stood at the railing. 

Elise felt the heat coming off his bare skin. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, rubbing against the damp fabric every time she breathed. Between her thighs, she was starting to get wet. The thin dress did nothing to hide the way her body was reacting.

Theo shifted closer. Their arms touched now, skin on skin. His voice was quiet but rough. “I know it’s fucked up. You just got divorced from my brother. But standing here looking at you in that dress… I can see your nipples through the fabric. I can see how your thighs press together when the thunder hits. It’s driving me crazy.”

Elise’s pulse hammered. She didn’t move away. 

“I noticed the way you’re looking at me. And I can see what it’s doing to you.” Her eyes dropped to the front of his shorts. The bulge there was obvious now, the outline of his cock thick and growing harder against the fabric. 

“You’re getting hard just talking about it.”

Theo didn’t deny it. He turned toward her, one hand resting on the railing near her hip. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, not just touch. I want to put my hands on every part of you that my brother ignored. I want to hear you moan because someone finally wants you the way you need.”

The rain pounded louder. 

Elise could feel her pussy getting slicker, the wetness starting to coat her inner thighs. She pressed her legs together again, but it only made the ache sharper.

“I shouldn’t want this, it's wrong.” She whispered, but her body leaned closer.

Theo’s free hand moved slowly. He didn’t touch her yet, but his fingers hovered near the hem of her dress. “Tell me to stop and I will. But I think you’re as starved as I am. I think your body is already reacting. Your nipples are so hard. Your breathing changed the second I admitted I’ve jerked off to you.”

Elise looked up at him with her lips parted. “I am starved with years of nothing. No kisses, no hands on me, no cock inside me, just emptiness.”

Theo’s eyes darkened. His voice turned low and rough. “I can fix that right here, right now. If you let me.”

Elise’s heart raced. 

 She shifted her weight and the hem of her dress brushed higher on her thighs.

Theo’s hand finally moved. His fingers grazed the side of her hip through the thin fabric. Just a light touch, but it sent electricity straight between her legs. “You’re trembling,” he said. 

Elise didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned her body toward him so they were face to face, only inches apart. Her full breasts rose and fell faster. 

“I haven’t been touched in so long,” she admitted. “I don’t know if I can handle how much I want it right now.”

Theo’s hand slid higher, resting on her waist. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast. “Then let me touch you. Let me show you what it feels like when someone actually wants you. When someone gets hard just from looking at you.”

His other hand came up and cupped her breast through the dress. His palm was warm and rough from work. He squeezed gently, feeling the heavy weight, then brushed his thumb over her stiff nipple. Elise gasped. The sensation shot straight to her clit.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “Your nipple is so hard for me already.”

Elise’s hand moved without thinking. She placed it on his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady thump of his heart. Her fingers trailed down over his abs, stopping just above the waistband of his shorts. The bulge there was even bigger now. She could see the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric.

“You’re really hard,” she whispered. “Because of me.”

“Because of you.” Theo’s voice was strained. 

“I’ve been fighting it since I saw your car. Now I’m standing here with my cock throbbing, thinking about how wet you probably are under that dress.”

Elise’s thighs squeezed together again. Fresh wetness leaked from her pussy. She could feel it coating her lips and making the thin fabric between her legs damp. 

“I am wet, talking about this… your hand on me… it’s making me drip.” She confessed.

Theo groaned softly. 

His thumb circled her nipple again, then pinched it lightly. Elise moaned, her hand slid lower and brushed over the hard length in his shorts. Theo’s hips jerked forward, pressing his cock into her palm.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Your hand feels good even through my trousers.”

Theo leaned his forehead against hers. His breath was hot on her lips. “Tell me what you need, Elise. Because I’m about two seconds from ripping this dress off you and burying my face between your legs right here on the veranda.”

Elise’s fingers tightened around the thick bulge in his shorts. Her voice came out breathy and honest. “I need to be touched. I need to feel wanted. I need someone to make me come after years of nothing.”

Theo’s hand slid down her body, cupping her ass through the dress, pulling her closer so his hard cock pressed against her stomach. “Then I’m going to give you exactly that.”