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Now I wanted to please Trig? It made me needy and feel even more alone.
Then why did I feel happiness and something like… safety when he said those two words?
Suddenly, I was embarrassed with how I was responding to Trig, liking all this talk, sitting in his lap. Swallowing, I looked down at my lap. I felt small in his hold. My sock-covered feet didn’t even touch the floor.
Using his fingers, tipped up my chin. “What’s the matter, sugar?”
“This is… it’s all…” I shook my head, unsure of what to say. I was confused. Aroused, but I shouldn’t be. I felt safe, but definitely should be wary. Of him. Of who he knew. “It’s a lot. You’re a stranger and I’m sitting in your lap! I shouldn’t like–”
I cut off before admitting anything else, like the fact that my nipples were hard beneath his thick hoodie or that my pussy was wet. Wetter than it’d ever been and I wasn’t wearing panties!
“You can like anything we do together. But sugar, you have to feel this thing between us, too,” he replied, his voice as soft as his touch.
“Us?”
He nodded. “Yeah, you and me. Us. Did you like sleeping in my arms, sugar? Like wearing my clothes? Sitting in my lap? Like that I’m watching out for your safety even when you aren’t?Knowing you’ll have a red ass as a consequence if needed? That your nipples are a sign that your body craves mine?”
I gasped becausehe knewand whipped my head up to look at him. “I can’t help that!”
“Not with me you can’t.” His voice dipped to being extra growly. “You wet for me? You can’t help that either if we’re right for each other.”
“Trig,” I whispered in response to his rapid fire questions. The last question had my face turning hot. The rest of me, too.
“A good girl gets a wet pussy because of their man, sugar.”
I gasped at his boldness. At how right he was. Could he tell? “Wh—at?”
“A good girl also gets to come.”
“I’m not–”
“You’re not a good girl?”
I certainly wasn’t bad. I didn’t do anything to rock the boat. Ever. I didn’t do anything to make anyone mad or upset with me. It was safer that way. Except run off the night before. It was the first time I’d been defiant. I moved out of Mom’s place as soon as I got the keys to my freshman dorm. I’d earned the scholarship and that freedom. Last night, I had no choice but to flee again. The stakes were much, much higher.
I’d been the one who’d gotten on the plane instead of telling Father to fuck off. Because I thought it meant something. That I wasn’t alone any longer. Finally!
Trig thought I was smart, but I was actually really stupid.
“Sugar,” Trig murmured, reminding me he was waiting for me to answer.
“I am,” I admitted. “Or at least I’ve tried to be.”
“I bet, but I’ll show you how to bemygood girl.”
Oh God. Did I want that? To only do things to please Trig? Yes, yes I did.
I could forget about the world outside of this house.
Trig was doing a good job of that.
I was in his lap. His dark gaze held mine. I felt the heat in it. The intensity. The need. He wouldn’t have put me in this spot if he wasn’t interested. Sure, he’d have fed me out of common courtesy, but I’d be on one side of the table, him on the other. He wouldn’t call me “good girl.”
He wanted me.
Me.
He was big and brawny and warm and I felt safe with him. Crazy, perhaps, but I somehow knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
