Page 19 of Trig
He slowed his licking and sucking, switching to gentle kisses. Only when I was boneless and panting did he climb up from the floor. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste good. Like that, sugar?”
I couldn’t help the silly smile that spread across my face. “God, yes.”
It was then we heard the engine. My eyes widened. “They’re here,” I whispered.
Father had found me! I scooted up the couch until I had my legs beneath me, then jumped over the back and ran to the window. Realizing I could be seen, I moved to the side, then peeked around the cream curtain.
God, Father was going to drag me back and make me marry Mr. Trout! I glanced around for a place to hide. I wasn’t relaxed from the nap or surprise orgasm any longer.
And Trig! God, Mr. Trout was going to hurt him!
“Easy, sugar,” he murmured, raising his hands in the air as if I were waving a gun, then grinned. “Of course, they’re here. What’s got you so spooked? It’s just my family bringing dinner.”
My heart was beating so hard, I wondered if Trig could hear it.
I swallowed. “Yourfamily?”
Not Father. Not Mr. Trout.
I sagged against the wall.
“Yup.” He came around the couch and went toward the window to peek out. He wasn’t afraid of being discovered because he didn’t know someone was after me. “The snow stopped while you were napping. The group text said they couldn’t wait any longer and everyone’s coming here to meet you.”
“Group text?” I had question after question. Now that the perceived danger had passed, I felt winded and weary.
“Yeah, it’s how we all keep up. Especially in weather like this, we want to make sure we’re all safe.”
My mouth fell open. “They’re here. Now?” Pushing Mr. Trout out of my head, I focused on more pressing matters. I waved myfinger toward his face. “It’s… you’re glistening. I’m all over you. Go wash up.”
He shook his head. Grinned. “No fucking way. I’ll be able to smell you all night.”
“What?” I shrieked. “Everyone will know!”
“They won’t. Now we’re both marked, sugar.”
He was talking about the cum he’d smeared all over my skin earlier. He hadn’t let me wash it off so it was still there. “Oh my God. You’re crazy!”
“About you.”
The engine cut off.
I began to pace, my thick socks making me slide a little on the hardwood. I put my hand to my crazy hair. “I can’t let people see me like this! I don’t have pants. I don’t have underwear!”
His gaze heated and his voice went deep and smoky. “I don’t mind.”
I set my hands on my hips and glared at him. “I amnotmeeting your parents without panties on.”
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TRIG
She made a really good point.
I loved having her in my clothes–and only my clothes–but I’d have to poke my brothers’ eyes out if they saw her like I did.
I led her to the laundry room and the dryer. As soon as she had her things in hand, she dashed up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door. My bedroom door.
