Page 30 of Trig
ELLIE
“Let’sfind you something else to wear until you can get your things dug out of your car,” Lainey said, standing in the middle of her walk-in closet. She opened a drawer, rummaged through. “Here. These are the best.”
She tossed a pair of leggings at me. “If they’re your favorite, I can’t take them from you.”
I was in the same clothes I’d worn when I left Father’s house. Minus panties since they hadn’t been with my clothes when I got dressed. When I asked Trig after them, he only smiled, which meant he hid them. Then he’d told me that he liked easy access to his pussy.
I wasn’t going to tell her I didn’t bring anything with me.
“I bought three pairs. Plus this top and sweater.” She pushed the items at me and walked out of the closet.
I turned and stared after her, then realized she expected me to change right then and there.
Through the open doorway, I saw her lower legs hanging off the edge of her bed. She was waiting.
“You okay staying with Trig? Just say the word and I can rescue you.”
I pushed off my old leggings and swapped them for Lainey’s cozy ones. God, they were really great. Thick and soft and perfect for lounging.
“I think you already did,” I called.
She laughed. “I give him an hour.”
I put my head through the neckhole of the shirt. “An hour for what?”
“To ride over here and take you back. He’s a Wilder boy.”
My eyes widened, even though she couldn’t see me.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. One thing you have to learn about my brothers–and I am definitely an expert–they are bossy and obstinate.”
I pulled on the thick chenille cardigan and walked out of the closet.
She eyed me and smiled. “You look great. I wish I had hair like yours. So dark.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about? You have a cute style and I’d give my right arm for your color.”
Her hair went past her shoulders and was a color women paid hundreds of dollars at a salon to achieve. I was sure hers was natural.
“Fine. I like my hair, but I’m jealous of your boobs and you can’t make me think otherwise.” She put her hands over hers and cupped them. They were definitely smaller and I bet she could wear cute bralettes, which I hadn’t fit into since I was fourteen.
I glanced down at myself. I never thought they were spectacular. Just… a lot.
“I always have to wear a bra,” I told her. “Always.”
She shrugged. “Worth it.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Whatever.”
“Come on. I got a fancy coffeemaker for my birthday and it makes amazing mochas. Want one?”
“God, yes.”
I followed her down the hall to her kitchen. Where Trig’s place was two stories, Lainey’s house was a rancher. From what I could tell, it had two bedrooms with an open floor plan kitchen, dining and family room. It was pretty much a log cabin that was situated in front of a pond. Not that I knew it was there because of all the snow, but Lainey pointed in that direction when we’d walked from her huge garage.
On the walls were tons of photos. I recognized her family and a bunch of images of a younger Lainey on the back of a horse, the animal moving so fast his legs were practically a blur. A number was pinned to her shirt so she must compete. Barrel racing?
