Page 31 of Trust In Me

Increasing the speed of my fingers again, I use my thumb to press against her clit instead of my tongue this time. I need to keep her eyes on mine, to know I'm here with her, holding her every step of the way. No matter her much it kills me to stop tasting her, I know this will not be the last time. This is just the beginning, and for once, I plan on fighting for what I want.

“Oh, fuck. Kellan…what…fuck…I don’t—” Her mumbles come out fragmented and almost incoherent, but I can tell what she’s asking with her eyes. She doesn’t know what to do or if this is normal. She’s scared, but that’s no longer the primary emotion on her face. Fear was replaced by lust a while ago, so I know she is safe.

“Shush, Mia. It will feel like your body is climbing to the tallest peak and it’s hard and almost painful. Your muscles are tense and coiled, breathing is hard and you’ll feel like you aren’t getting enough oxygen. Your eyes will have floating dots and you’ll question if you might pass out. It all feels scary as fuck. But, once you get to the top of that climb and you freefall off the edge, all you will feel is relief and bliss. It’s an indescribable feeling, and you are so close. All you have to do is let go. Come for me, Mia. I want to see you fall apart on my fingers. Come for me, right now.” As soon as the instructions are out of my mouth, it’s like she allows herself to listen and to trust in not just me but the whole scenario.

When she’s at her most relaxed, I increase my efforts. Hooking my fingers slightly as they hit the deepest part of her pussy. It takes me a couple of tries, but as the tips of my fingers scrape across the right spot, it’s clear I found what I was looking for.

With each thrust hitting her G-spot, and my thumb giving her clit the attention she so deserves, it’s not long before her body starts to shake, her legs become loose, and her cries of pleasure echo around the room. Keeping my eyes on her fucking sexy expression, I want to keep this memory of her falling apart just for me in my mind, but I also need to taste her. Without breaking eye contact, I lower my head and begin tasting her again. Her pussy is flooded with her juices, and I fucking love the taste that is all Mia.

As she lowers her back to the bed, and unclenches her death grip on the sheets, I watch as she relaxes into the blissed-out state that I warned her about. She pants, desperately trying to take in as much oxygen as she can, but as her eyes roll, I can tell her dizzy feeling is still there. I no longer need to hold her down onto the bed, so I release one hand, before slowly pulling my fingers from her sore, red, yet sopping wet pussy. Her groan is like music to my ears and using the flat part of my tongue, I lick as much of her pussy as I can. Her eyes bugged out as she watches and feels me tasting her. This isn’t about me trying to make her feel, because I already know her clit is at its most sensitive. This is all for me.

Once I have tasted her, it’s physically painful to pull away, but I know she isn’t ready for more. I’m not even sure if I pushed her too far this time. I really fucking hope not, but I could see how afraid she was, and it still wasn’t enough for her to stop. I just never imagined I would be her first orgasm.

Picking her up by her hips, ignoring her squeals of surprise, I drag her backwards until I have my head on the pillow at the top of the bed, and she is laying plastered against my side with her head on my chest. Her cheek no doubt feels the pounding of my racing heart, but I want her to know how much she affects me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my body, loving the way her naked skin feels against mine. I still have my jeans on, but I’m able to wiggle them off without disturbing our hug too much.

Within seconds of my jeans coming off she tucks her leg over mine, and I hear a small sigh. I’m getting ready to talk to her, to ask her how she’s feeling, when I hear very small snores coming from her. I look down, gently stroking her hair away so I have access to her face. Her mouth is open slightly as she lets out the softest snore, and I can’t get over how serene she looks. Like a little angel lying on my chest, one that turns into a sexy vixen when you open her legs.

Reaching over onto the cabinet next to the bed, I pick my phone up with one hand, trying carefully not to wake up Mia. I shoot a quick text to Liam asking him if he can do me a favour.

Kellan: Bro, can you have Hallie tonight. Me and Mia have a lot of talking to do, and I don’t want to have to worry about Hallie. I will come get her from you first thing in the morning so she doesn’t wake Bree up too much.

His reply is almost instant, and I don’t need to read it to know he will have my back. He always has, and that’s why he asked me to move in here. He is the support system my mother so delightfully informed me I didn’t have. Only now it has expanded to include a feisty redhead with an unusual taste for violence, and a sweet but strong beauty who is somehow able to knock down each and every wall I put up.

Liam: Don’t worry, we will keep her until breakfast tomorrow. Word of advice, after everything we learned today, all we have are assumptions. Don’t go off on that, talk to her. Do not hurt her, Kellan. And please do not fuck her, she’s a lot more fragile than we think. I like her, Hallie likes her, and Bree fucking loves her, so don’t hurt her.

I groan as I take in his message. Trust Liam to go all dad-like and give me advice around half an hour too late. He is fucking right, though, she’s more fragile than she lets people believe. And she is part of the family now, which means I can’t mess this up. I don’t know at what point I made the decision that I wanted more from Mia. It’s not like it was ever really a conscious decision. Just the more I thought about her, the more I knew I needed her. The longer I tried not to let anything happen between us, the more I wanted it to. When I’m not near her, I crave her. I have no fucking idea how this is going to turn out, I don’t even know if she is interested in more, but I intend to find out.

Should we have talked before we had any sexy time? Yes, probably, but it’s too late for that now. I need to stop being a pussy. Of course the idea of opening up to another woman scares the shit out of me, but I need to do this. I quickly reply to Liam, carefully avoiding any landmine conversations, so I can just enjoy being here, snuggled up with Mia beside me.

Kellan: Kiss my daughter goodnight for me. And, please tell Bree I have decided I would like to take her up on her kind offer. She offered a while ago to speak to her grandfather, to find me the best family lawyer we can find to fight my mother. I shot her down and said I didn’t need her help. I was a dick back then. If the offer is still open, I will take it please. You, Bree, and Mia are my family, and together we are going to fight my mother. There’s no way she is taking my daughter from us. Are you ready for a fight?

Before I know it my phone beeps not once but several times, and as I open my phone, I find a group chat has been created. Or should I say, I have been added to an already existing one. I look at who is in the group; Bree, Liam, Mia, Kian, Freya, Ryleigh, Evan, and Finn. It’s the Doughty extended family chat, and at first I’m a little pissed I wasn’t added to it straight away, but then I see Liam’s individual message come through, for my eyes only.

Liam: You have always been part of this family, Kel. We just needed to wait until you realised that. We have a plan, and there’s no way we are losing Hallie. Sleep and we will talk in the morning.

I open up the group chat, and I try scrolling back, but it looks like this chat has been going for a while and there's no way I can catch up right now, but I read the newest messages since I was added to the group.

Liam: Adding Kel to the group, he’s finally realised he’s part of the family. His mother served him custody documents today. It’s time to move forward with our plan.

Bree: Better late than never, Kellan. I will call Gramps and set up a meeting with the solicitor we vetted.

Freya: Yeah, from the research I did, Julliett & Lawson are the second-best firm in the country. Packard, Kingston & Miller are obviously the best, but she has them. Welcome, Kel!

Finn: I have an appointment with Packard tomorrow, I will see what I can find out. We need to know what that bitch is using against him.

Ryleigh: Hey, Kellan. We have got this. Hallie Bear is going nowhere, we promise.

Evan: Don’t make promises you can’t keep. We will try our best, but we can’t promise.

Ryleigh: Like hell we can’t. That little girl is going nowhere. Get on board, Evan, or get out of the chat.

Evan: I never said I’m not on board. I will fight like hell, just like I said I would, but we can’t make any promises. She has a lot of fucking money, and we have no idea what she has on Kellan. There’s no way the big fancy lawyer is taking her case, unless he thinks he has a chance of winning. No matter how much money Daddy Money Bags throws at him, it’s his career. Packard has a perfect record, he’s never lost a family law case, and he isn’t going to fucking start now just because he plays golf with her husband!

Kian: Remind me again why we can’t just shoot this woman?

Bree: It’s actually not a bad idea, but my fiancé and his conscience won't allow it.

Freya: Trust you, Kian, to want to turn to violence. Stop being an ape and use your brain for once.

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