Page 259 of Hide and Keep

The combination of her mouth and fist on my cock feels so good, the pressure building and building and building.

I flip us and bury my face in her pussy, triggering deep moans from Ever that vibrate my cock and balls. Still managing to roll her hips, she comes. And I mean she fuckingcomes. Unable tostop myself, I thrust my hips, fucking Ever’s mouth with short, hard twitches until I explode, too.

Remembering she also needs to breathe, I pull out almost instantly, a few ropes of my jizz dousing Ever’s face.

“Shit. Sorry about that.” Not really. I knew she’d look sexy coated in cum.

“It’s okay,” she pants, waving me off. Then she does something even sexier. Using her middle finger, she pushes my cum between her lips and sucks her digit clean.

If she’d let me, I’d kiss the fuck out of her right now.

Since I know she won’t, I settle for cuddling instead.

“So that was new for you, too, sixty-nine?” I ask as we lie side by side, her head on my shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not as experienced as you pretend to be, huh?”

She shrugs. “I like having my neck sucked on.”

I grit my teeth. A simple yes or no would’ve sufficed. Unless it’s their address, I don’t want details about anyone else before me.

“Sometimes that leads to more, sometimes it doesn’t. You made assumptions about me, just like my father does, based on the hickeys on my neck. I didn’t correct them.”

That’s not entirely true. She talked like she fucked all the time. She acted like she fucked all the time.

“Why doesn’t your dad ever let you go out and do things?”

Ever’s quiet for a while before she says, “Same reason he keeps certain motorcycles in the garage.”

“Because there’s only one of you?” I guess, not completely understanding the comparison. It can’t be for safety, otherwise Arthur would’ve never let his daughter cheer. In just my short glimpse of it, I’ve seen for myself Ever wasn’t exaggerating at all about how dangerous the sport can be.

I admit it. Cheer’s a sport. One I find myself enjoying the hell out of the more Ever and I practice together.

“To retain value.”

The confusion doesn’t clear whatsoever, only intensifies. Ever’s a human fucking being. Not a collector’s item.

“What age did you start sneaking out?”

“I didn’t use to. I was too scared. I only started at the end of last year.”

“Why? What changed?”

“Everything.”

The next day when we go down for breakfast, there’s a new chef in the kitchen to greet us. Frederick’s both older and shorter than Ryan, and has the disposition of an antique teacup.

I like him.

One look at Ever and I can tell she does, too.

After welcoming him to the Munreaux team, I inquire about his living arrangements.

“Mr. Munreaux is graciously allowing me to stay in the guesthouse.”

“That’s good,” I say distractedly, already brainstorming what measures I can take to provide Ever private swimming time. Just because his appearance doesn’t scream pervert doesn’t mean he’s not one. Ryan’s had me fooled.

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