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I lay her down and smile at how perfect she looks, my cum dripping out of her, pooling onto her sheets. She’s spent, her body limp with exhaustion, and I want nothing more than to take care of her.
“Stay here,” I murmur, kissing her once more before standing up. “I’ll clean you up.”
Fairlie nods, her eyes already drifting closed as she settles into the pillows. I glance around, my eyes landing on the soft glow of a nightlight just visible through the doorway. The silhouette of the sink gives it away, and I know it's the bathroom. I head toward it, where I find a washcloth and a towel hanging on the rack. When I return, she’s half-asleep, but she stirs as I gently wipe her down with the warm wet rag, cleaning away the evidence of our fucking with tender care.
Once she’s clean, I tuck her under the blankets, making sure she’s comfortable before sliding in beside her. I pull her into my arms, her head resting on my chest as I stroke her hair, the motion seeming to soothe both of us.
She’s so relaxed, and a sense of contentment settles over me. This—being here with her, holding her, caring for her—is everything. And yet, as much as I want to stay, to spend the entire night wrapped around her, there’s a niggling thought at the back of my mind.
Ovivia.
I didn’t text her. She was upset earlier, and I promised I’d text if I was bringing Fairlie home. But we ended up going to herplace. So I haven’t talked to her. I want to be here with Fairlie, but I can’t ignore the worry festering for my sister.
I glance down and press my lips against her temple. She’s almost asleep now, her breathing deep and even. I carefully slide out of bed, trying not to disturb her as I grab a piece of paper from her counter and scribble a quick note.
Fairlie,
Tonight was incredible. I can’t wait to see you again. I need to go check on my sister—she was upset earlier, and I didn’t hear from her. I’ll call you tomorrow.
Osric
I placethe note on the counter, where she’ll see it when she comes out for coffee. For a moment, I hesitate, torn between staying and going. But the need to check on my sister wins—she’s always been there for me, and I can’t let her down now.
With one last lingering look at Fairlie, I quietly slip out of the apartment, locking and closing the door softly behind me. The night air is cool as I step outside, and I take a deep breath, my thoughts still on the woman I just left behind.
I’ll be back, I tell myself. And when I do, I’ll make sure Fairlie knows how much tonight meant to me.
For now, though, it’s time to be the big brother my sister needs.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow, I’ll be the orc Fairlie deserves.
CHAPTER NINE
FAIRLIE
I wake slowly, my arms stretching above my head, a soft groan escaping as I work out the kinks in my muscles. I must have slept like the dead last night, and it shows in the way my body protests every little movement. As I reach out to the spot next to me, the coolness of the sheets surprises me. My fingers graze the empty space, and my heart sinks.
Where is Osric?
I fell asleep almost as soon as he laid me down on the bed. He was there, beside me, for a while—I’m sure of it. So, where did he go?
A flicker of unease rises in my chest as I slide out of bed, the chill of the room meeting my exposed skin. I grab my robe from my bedpost, slip it on, and flip on the lamp next to the bed. No other lights are on, no sounds echo through my apartment. I’m alone.
What the hell?
I head to the bathroom, needing to pee something fierce. I tinkle, wash my hands, and brush my teeth before padding over to the kitchen. My mind circles back to Osric.
Why did he leave? Was it something I did? Or said?
The soreness in my body reminds me of last night—of Osric and how he made me feel. It’s a delicious ache, one that makes me remember the way he moved inside me, his thick green cock filling me in ways I never imagined. But the rush is dimmed by the fear that he might’ve just used me and left.
What if I never hear from him again?
The thought twists in my gut, a mix of anger and disappointment.
I open the fridge, grab a bottle of water, and set it on the counter. My stomach growls, so I reach for a bag of mini muffins from the cabinet. But then, something catches my eye—a note.
Fairlie,
