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I melt into his embrace. His presence makes me feel like everything’s going to be okay. He envelops me in safety when I’m in his arms. Suddenly, sleep doesn’t feel like it’s impossible. If he keeps holding onto me, I’ll finally be able to relax.
“Let's get you to my bedroom,” he says after a few seconds. “We don’t want to risk waking those two up.”
I nod, letting him lead me through his house. When we get into his bedroom, he flicks on the light. The room is just as neat as the rest of his home. Although, in here, there’s a stack of books sitting on his nightstand, and the pillows are mussed up.
There are signs of life here, and it helps me relax even further.
I’m going to be okay. That much is obvious. I have no idea what’s going to happen, but I know that my sisters and I are going to be okay.
As I settle onto the edge of Trip’s bed, I ask, “So, what happened?”
He sighs, joining me on the mattress. His thigh presses against mine, and I lean against him. As he drapes an arm over his shoulder, he says, “We got some information out of him. And you don’t have to worry about that guy or his family coming after you ever again.”
“What kind of information?”
He contemplates for a moment before saying, “You were right about your dad getting mixed up with something when he was younger. I guess he had some debts with that man’s family while he was in college. Instead of paying up, he ran. Not that I blame him. They seem like the kind of people who can’t ever get enough and keep raising the bar. I’m sure that even if he had paid what he owed, they’d tell him that he still owed them more.”
I nod, having already accepted that there were parts of my dad’s life I was never supposed to know about. Still, I can’t help but ask, “How do you know that my sisters and I are going to be safe from them?”
“The Riders of Retribution are taking care of it,” he says, squeezing me even more firmly against his side. “And I’ll personally ensure the safety of you and your sisters. You’re safe, Julia. I promised you that I was going to keep you safe. I don’t break any promises.”
“Trip,” I say, turning to meet his eyes. My heart beats in my chest, and I feel his care for me rolling off of him in waves. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he says, bringing our lips together.
The kiss starts out slow and tender. I melt into him, our love filling the room. With a sigh, I maneuver myself onto his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands fall onto my waist, holding me steady, his grip firm and burning through my clothes.
As the intensity of our contact begins to grow, I feel myself getting impossibly wet. Knowing what he did, that he came immediately to my assistance and fought off an intruder, that he’s going to continue to keep me safe, lights something deep in my soul. My body has no choice but to respond to his protectiveness.
I grind down against his lap greedily, wanting more but also wanting to show him my appreciation for everything he’s done for me. An idea pops into my head, one that I’m not sure I’ll be able to execute perfectly. I’m exhausted and inexperienced, but I’m fairly certain that Trip isn’t going to care all that much.
“Can you take your pants off and sit against the headboard?” I ask when we part, a strand of spit extending from my bottom lip to his.
“Are you going to ride me, pretty thing?” he asks, smirking as I slide off of his lap to begin getting rid of my own clothing.
“Maybe,” I say, smiling back at him as I toss my shirt onto the floor.
That kicks him into gear, and he strips quickly. I let myself stare at his rock hard cock for a few seconds before shedding the rest of my clothing. Then, I climb onto the bed after him, straddling him like I was before, though this time there aren’t any layers separating the two of us.
I kiss him again, and Trip seems content to let me take control. He’s still guiding me, his hands tight on my hips, gently rocking them so I’m teasing his cock and my clit. His mouth is still more insistent than my own, his tongue flicking against mine in a way that drives me crazy. He doesn’t push any further, though. He lets me control the pace.
I take my time exploring his mouth, whining and groaning when he does something that drives me exceptionally wild. Eventually, I need more. The kissing is nice, but I want all of him. I’m aching for his dick inside me.
Reaching down between my legs, my hand finds his length. It’s huge in my palm, and if I didn’t know from our earlier tryst that he fits, I think I’d be worried. Instead, I line him up, swiping his tip through my folds like he did before.
“Oh shit,” he groans as I sink down just slightly.
His hands on my waist hold on even tighter, and I can’t help but curse under my breath at the feeling. It’s obvious that he’s trying to keep from slamming me down onto him. I admire his restraint, and a devious part of me wants to test it.
So, I stay hovering above him, sliding up and down over the tip of his length. Breathy moans escape my lips, sounds I’m unable to hold back because of how good he feels. Trip makes similar noises, though his are tinged with an edge of frustration.
I pinpoint the moment that he breaks. Something in his expression changes, and he holds onto me tightly before slamming me down onto his lap. I barely manage to cover my yelp of surprise and ecstasy, and I have to bring up my hand to cover my mouth.
Trip chuckles as he starts grinding up into me while simultaneously lifting me up and dropping me back down. When I finally drop my hand from my mouth, he leans up to connect our lips. He overwhelms all of my senses, and even though I was supposed to be the one in charge, he’s somehow turned the tables.
There aren’t any complaints from me, though.
In this position, Trip can reach even deeper inside of me. With every single movement, he’s hitting spots that I didn’t know existed. A pit of pleasure blooms in my stomach. I can feel my orgasm approaching already and we just got started.
