Best Friends and Cousins? (An Indian Love Story)

Chapter 13

A/N: MATURE CONTENT AGAIN. DID NOT EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN. HANDS TAKING THEIR OWN COURSE. SKIP IS ADVISED SO AS TO NOT RUIN INNOCENT SMOL BEANS.

The six of us are having lunch and we make small talk as we eat.

"Swapnil, do you remember when-" I forget how to breathe when I feel a hand resting on my upper thigh, very close to my core. The hand slides down and comes back up as I try to regain my breath.

"Remember what?" Swapnil cocks his eye.

"Yes Neha, remember what? How can you just stop like that in the middle of something?" Nikhil asks innocently, his hand still stroking my thigh.

"I was trying to remember the timing." I say, glaring at Nikhil the entire time.

"Umm, are you still trying to remember it?" Anya asks.

"Yeah, I...uh...I" Nikhil's hand slips into my shirt and rubs circles on the other side of my waist. "I am still trying to remember." I am glaring at Nikhil again, while Anya and Swapnil are trying hard to contain their laughter. Idiots. Always out to bully poor me.

After lunch, we help Swapnil back up, and Nikhil pins me to the wall outside the guest room. He sucks on my neck, finding my sweet spots, and leaves abruptly again, leaving me aroused. That dipshit.

The entire day, he keeps teasing me relentlessly. I remember the time he sucked on my sweet spot on the neck for a full minute, when I just handed an ice-pack over to Anya and Swapnil and got out of their room. The other time, I was in the kitchen, plating some snacks for myself, when he just slid his hand into my shirt, pinched my waist, rubbed circles into the skin a little above my hip and left me alone again. 

I once tried to rouse him, but he flipped and I ended up being the one flustered. Again. I've felt him up close, one of the many times he pinned me to the walls today, and how that man manages to keep his buddy hidden is a huge mystery to me. 

Gods! I need to make out of today without bursting.

I go out into the garden to try and get my mind off the...er...problem, at hand, by reading a book. It does not, however, give me any relief, because right now, I am so aroused its making me uncomfortable to stay still. Nikhil just walks out, carrying Krish, and I am don't know why, but I'm staring at his biceps as they flex, carrying Krish around and playing with him. He kept his back turned to me, kind of sticking his behind out a little. OMG! Does he know?! I run upstairs, to find that my journal is not where I left it. It is, instead, lying on the bed, pages flipping.

I gulp hard and slowly go back outside, after putting the book away, only hoping that Nikhil wouldn't find it again. The damage, however, is done and it can't be undone. I am such a dumb girl! I am so dead. And f*****d. I wonder what other torture techniques he's going to use on me, now that he knows my weaknesses.

As I go back into the garden and sit down, I notice Nikhil puckering his lips a bit, saying baby stuff to Krish, all the while smirking at me. He also makes sure I notice his fingers and forearms by moving them around a lot. I sigh in frustration and go back in. 

Nikhil comes back in and hands me the baby, only to hold me from behind and nuzzle the back of my neck and ears. I put Krish back in his crib and am about to go up into our room, when Nikhil lifts me up, bridal-style. My yelp melts into a low moan as he nuzzles his face behind my ear. "There's a child in here Nikhil!" I whisper-shout.

"Bold of you to assume that's gonna stop me." He adjust me so that I'm over his shoulder and runs back out, into the garden.

"Why did you bring me here?" I ask, confused as to what my idiot of a boyfriend is going to do next. He leads me to the back of the outhouse, where there is a narrow passageway, just wide enough for two people to fit in. Nobody can see us here.