Page 11 of Deadlier Obsessions

“You mean your parents won’t. You want us to hide our group relationship.” He’s not asking, and he’s not wrong. I just don’t know how to make him or any of them understand.

I sit up, and he flicks the lamp on so we can see each other. It’s not anger or frustration on his face though, it’s hurt. He’s hurting because he thinks I’m rejecting him, or ashamed of him, or something, and nothing could be further from the truth.

“Mav, I’m proud to show my parents who I’ve become, and even more than that, the man I love. If just the two of us were going there, I’d be able to just focus on that, and not have to hide everything, or worry about one of the others saying something that gives it all away. My parents are conservative, and prone to assuming the worst about me, and they already half believed I’d been abducted by aliens or something. If we weren’t making this visit now, I’m pretty sure they’d have been reporting me missing, or kidnapped, and trying to reach the FBI or something to look for me.”

Mav shrugged, pulling me back to sit beside him against the headboard.

“You don’t have any choice here, baby. You know we all have to go, because we do everything together now. Maybe we can ask the others to keep quiet about the fact that we’re all together, but I won’t be surprised if they’re unwilling. It’s like saying you aren’t really invested in what we’ve built together. Gage has major abandonment issues, as you know, and Stella and Sebastian have been hurt too many times for you to be the next one doing that to them, don’t you think?”

Ugh. Why does this have to be so fucking hard? I don’t want to hurt any of them, but I know my parents and they don’t. What could be a pleasant, fairly short visit, while I collect a few things I want to take back home with me, could go so wrong. The wrong word, or them getting the wrong impression, will send them off into fucking la la land, and the next thing you know, the police will be on the doorstep, while they declare that I’ve been taken captive. And again? They won’t exactly be wrong. I don’t see it that way anymore, but that’s literally how we all got together. What if I can’t hide that fact, or I accidentally let something slip and get them into trouble? Is that what’s really bothering me? The fear of them being taken from me, because of this visit?

“Just don’t let them take you away from me, Mav. Please don’t let them.”

“They’d have to pry you from my cold dead fingers, baby.”Comforting.

CHAPTER SEVEN

GAGE

While the girls slept at the ass crack of the morning, four am specifically, Mav decided I needed a stern talking to. Apparently, not only am I supposed to be a sweeter, gentler version of myself, but I’m required to behave myself with Lucy’s parents. Did I do a little hacking after our conversation last night, to learn everything I could about these judgemental assholes? Yes, of course I did. They seem pretty boring, if I’m honest. The interesting thing is they lie about their beautiful little Lucy. When I went through their social media instant messages, I found something very interesting. They told multiple friends that Lucy owns a dress shop in the United States. Not a word about her books. I’m supposed to play nice with these people that are ashamed of who she is? Look, her books are filthy, and I don’t expect them to read them. That would probably be too much for most parents, but to lie about what she does for a living, because you're that ashamed of it? It pisses me off.

Our girl Lucy is amazing. Of course, she’s fucking beautiful, but there’s more to her than that. She’s kind, giving, and everything they should be proud of. I can’t help but wonder if this terrible anxiety she has is because of her parents. Fuckers.

I sit in the kitchen reading the newspaper, because I’m old school that way. The first person to emerge from upstairs is Lucy, so I move my chair back slightly.

“Come here, baby.”

She smiles at me sheepishly as she walks over, and I take her hand and pull her into my lap, holding her close to me. “Everything will be okay.”

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m not so sure, Gage. I don’t know how I’m going to get through today.”

Placing my thumb on her chin, I tilt her head back, forcing her to look at me. “I’ll tell you exactly how you’re going to get through today. With us. Your family. Do we not always take care of every fucking need you girls have?”

“Yes,” she whispers, with unshed tears in her eyes.

“Today will be no different, baby. We will go meet your parents, get the shit you can’t live without, and then we’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

Leaning down, I kiss her, slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long until she’s whimpering into my mouth, and making my cock hard as a rock. The way she digs her nails into my shoulders makes me go insane. I stare at her, taking in her dazed expression filled with lust. “Stand up, Lucy.”

She does, and I spin her around so her pretty little ass is pressed up against my dick, then I push her over the table and drag my hands from the back of her knees up her bare thighs. Fuck, she looks delicious today in her black pencil skirt, and white button-down blouse. There’s nothing I want more than to rip the shirt off her and send those tiny pearl buttons flying across the room, but then I remember that I’m behaving myself today.

Pulling her skirt up over her ass, she whines, “Gage, no. I’m ready, and I don’t want to show up at my parents’ looking freshly fucked.”

I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and pull them down. “Sorry, baby. I promised to give you what you need. And right now you need me deep inside you.”

Kneeling behind her, I grab her ass and spread her open for me. “Such a pretty pussy. Look at you saying no, but already wet for me.”

“Gage,” she whimpers, and I thrust my tongue inside her, swirling it around, lapping up her sweet taste.

Rising to my feet, I pull myself out of my pants, and push inside her, making her gasp. I’m not sure if it’s the gasps or the whimpers I like more.

“You like that don’t you, pretty little slut?”

Mav walks into the kitchen. “Jesus. Someone is always fucking.”

MAV

Lucy stares at me while Gage pumps into her pussy at a fevered pace. Of course, I could simply observe and let him have her all to himself, but that perfect fucking mouth calls to me like an angel calls a dying man to heaven. Yeah, her mouth is heaven, and I want it. I unzip my pants as I step forward, releasing my cock, and Lucy glares at me. “You bell-ends are going to ruin my makeup.”

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