Lustful Hearts
Chapter 101: A Friend Indееd- P2

Elijah oblivious to our looks grabbed a biscuit from the plate, quickly depositing in his mouth as his eyes scanned the room. "Well now I've finished with your interior vision, I need to create my own. Do you fancy coming shopping tomorrow?"

My eyes widened in alarm, what a day spent with him eye rolling, dismissing every single thing I suggested. "Errr."

"Sorry Elijah, I have something planned for tomorrow." Joel quickly cut in, saving the day.

Hallelujah.

"Sorry, Elijah." I pouted. "But we all know you have a creative vision, I don't want to get in the way. I think it's best you go on your own and then you won't have anyone stifling your flow."

Joel let out a snort. I quickly elbowed him while Elijah looked on in serious contemplation. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Modest as always.

"Hey Iz, we get the keys next week. Can you believe it I'm moving in with a boy, in my first flat? He grabbed me and hugged me hard as we squealed together.

Joel somewhere along the line left the room. I think it was in case he was asked to join in, but I knew how much this meant to Elijah. So for that reason alone I was happy to reciprocate.

"So once we get it decorated, we're holding a huge housewarming party. I'll need my girl there on the night." He grinned and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight.

"Of course, it will be the party of the year."

His eyes widened in delight. "Well that's a certainty."

Like I said modest.

"You'll have to help me organise."

Oh god. Where the hell was Joel? I needed a new back up plan, pronto!

I pulled on a pretend smile, desperately trying to hide the grimace that was itching to break out. "Yeah, okay, I can lend a hand I guess." He failed to notice the lack of enthusiasm in my voice. His face spread out into a grin. "I know what I want the theme to be."

My eyes widened, waiting as he did his usual dramatic pause. "Yes, go on..."

"Everyone should come as a musical character."

My face instantly lit up. I was expecting something far racier, which involved less to little clothing. This I could enjoy. Not that Joel wouldn't enjoy the first option.

I just didn't relish the thought of holding him back, the moment he noticed eyes pointing in my direction. "Oh that's a good one, which one are you going to be?"

"Sweetie, I can't divulge that, you'll see at the party, but just so you know I'm making your outfit."

"Ooh, what is it?" I asked with intrigue, but by the wicked glint in his eye, I could tell it was beyond useless asking.

"As if, I'm telling you that, but I need to get your measurements as it's got to be an exact fit, it will be very snug." He winked as I blushed.

"Please tell me I'm not going to look like a prostitute."

"Oh sweetie, have a little faith, you are going to look so sexy without barely showing any skin."

Now I really needed to know.

I silently pleaded with my eyes, hoping it would have some effect in swaying his decision.

He grinned in response. It was useless to try to play the master of all persuasion. "My lips are sealed sweetie, but let's just say, you will totally rock this look."

I pursed my lips in annoyance; I hated surprises and he knew that.

He shot me a look of unease, probably sensing I would try to drag the information out of him.

"I suppose I'd better go, I'm meeting Sam soon, give the sex god a kiss from me," he teased, instantly changing the conversation, swallowing me in a hug. "Good to see you smiling, Iz." "Well you know Joel makes me smile a lot."

He lifted an eyebrow. "I bet he does, I'm sure he'll be making you smile once I leave."

My eyes lifted towards the stairs and a flurry of inappropriate thoughts crossed my mind. He was no doubt waiting ready to pounce, and I would only be too willing to be his victim. "Quite possibly." I grinned.

I hoped so.

"Well you'd best not keep him waiting, oh and get Joel to take those measurements. I'm sure he'll more than enjoy himself doing so."

He probably would. I quickly kissed Elijah, seeing him out the door, eager to get back to Joel.

Moments later I was propped against the bedroom doorframe, admiring the view of Joel doing his usual sit ups. I was practically drooling watching him in just his shorts working out in front of me. "Are you just going to stand there perving at me?" he asked, without even looking.

God, my stalking skills sucked, I wonder what gave me away?

"I can hear you breathing, Iz, you're panting at the sight of me," he said smugly.

It was true, I couldn't help myself, watching his back and biceps flex with each movement he made.

"Come over and make yourself useful, sit on my legs."

He didn't have to ask me twice.

I manoeuvred myself so I was straddling his thighs, pinning him down, while I got an amazing upfront view. My breath hitched each time his lips came tantalisingly close to mine. He grinned in delight.

He could tell he was undoing me, the desire on my face plain to see. I wanted him now. I curled my fists in frustration to stop myself from touching him.

I was almost on the brink of combustion, then Joel grabbed me and slammed his lips against mine. I automatically welcomed the intrusion, feeling his tongue invade my mouth.

My fingers entwined in his hair as my chest pressed up against Joel's slick skin, and I smiled, feeling his arms curled tight around me.

"Was I turning you on with my little display, baby?" He grinned and I blushed, there was no denying it. He had this overwhelming power over me.

"You know I like to watch you in action, makes me so hot watching you work that sexy body of yours."

I could literally watch him all day.

"Why don't we both do a workout together?" he cheekily suggested.

I bit my lip in excitement. "What kind of workout?"

Like I really needed to ask.

"One that involves us both getting very hot and sweaty."

"Whatever do you have in mind?" I inquired innocently.

He flipped me over onto my back and pinned me against the floor, holding my hands above my head as his lips gently teased mine.

"Well, I think I'd rather show than tell you." Joel's eyes were now blazing with lust, sending a rush of heat through my body, and I shivered at his reply. No other words were needed.