Page 144 of Hide and Keep

She makes me feel.

It’s already happened—I’m hers—and I wouldn’t stop it even if I could. After years of the same shit on repeat, I feel emotions again, too many and too much, but they’re new, they’re…something. In a long line of absolutely nothing, they’re definitely something.

I grasp her chin with my left hand, my mouth aiming for hers, but she twists away with a gasped, “No.”

Again?

She’ll fuck the help but won’t kiss the help.

I could turn her face back to mine so easily, barely any effort at all, but the fear of her biting my tongue off keeps me from doing it.

That and the fact I want her to want it. I want her to want anything I do to her. I’m offering myself up willingly, not because I’m being paid to—if anything, Ishouldn’tbe doing this because I’m being paid—but because I can’t see another man touch Ever the way Mallory did tonight. One look at him groping Ever’s ass and I had to stop myself from not only removing his hands from her body but his as well. I probably would’ve if he put up the smallest bit of fight. Thankfully he was a little bitch and let me pull Ever right out of his grasp.

Mallory Larson may have a lot going for him, but he doesn’t have Ever Munreaux writhing on his fingers, dying to come. I do.

“Do you like that?” I ask, earning a nod but no eye contact.

Curling my fingers inside her pussy, not so much pumping, just playing, I step to the side of her and press up against the underside of her clit, my palm also massaging the outer portion for dual stimulation.

“Do you likethat?”

Another nod, this one with some panting. It’s not words but sounds work, too.

I guess.

I’d prefer words. I’d prefer to see how the devil’s spawn kisses. And what her eyes do during an orgasm. Some girls’ widen. Others’ close tight. A select few have even watered.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“It’s awkward.”

I don’t know why girls think that. It’s not true at all.

“More awkward than finger-fucking a girl that hates you?” Because this shit feels pretty damn awkward.

It’s a few seconds before Ever says, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never fingered a girl that hates me.”

“You’ve fingered a girl?”

“Only myself.”

If my cock wasn’t already hard as a rock, it would be now.

“Have you recently?”

She nods.

“Yeah? What were you thinking about when you did?”

Her swallow is so loud it triggers my own. “I…”

“Tell me,” I practically plead.

“We’re in your Bronco.”

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