Chapter 51
fifty-one
PARKER
I loved to watch Astrid go down on me—as much as any man might. But damn, she was inventive. Astrid on her knees was her new way to be incredibly generous. Plus, she insisted we do it before her mirror. Astrid’s cavernous bedroom was fit for a princess—massive windows, a bureau that was probably 500 years old, a walk-in wardrobe of epic proportions, and a very tasteful yet clearly princess bed. A sizeable mirror in the corner near the window allowed us to take full advantage of the view.
When I got home, I decided to invest in a mirror. It was annoying, yes, because you had to look at yourself and doubt your outfit of choice, but brilliant if you had a willing girlfriend to give you a head while enjoying a full side view. She was beautiful—not just because she gave this so freely. She was cheeky. I hung on to her every word.
I concentrated on the words she was not saying when the door to the bedroom flung open, and two very young, impressionable girls took in the sight of what we were doing. Panic ensured. Astrid thankfully did not separate me from my cock, doing something akin to gagging as she attempted to scream at the uninvited guests to leave.
“Astrid, we are fucked! ”
“They came through the bathroom and should have knocked,” Astrid said. “Wow, it does just… go.”
She stared at my now deflating manhood. Embarrassment flooded over me in waves.
“Astrid, focus! We have scarred them.”
“This is a ‘fuck around and find out’ situation. I have warned them before not to come in without knocking.”
“Should someone not… do something?” I asked.
“I will speak with them,” Astrid said. “Give me a second.”
She pulled on a dressing gown and stormed out. By now, I’d pulled on my pants and climbed into her bed. It was odd. I never expected at twenty-seven to be in a canopy bed in a bloody palace waiting for my girlfriend to un-scar her princess-ly sisters.
Astrid returned, looking run down. As she did when overwhelmed and over it, she flopped on the bed and let out a tight growl.
“That bad? I’m so sorry, Astrid!”
“For what, mon lupin?” Astrid looked at the canopy. “For being amorous on a day, you were trying to distract me from all my complicated feelings about my bitch of a grandmother? For having a beautiful, perfect cock I cannot leave alone? For enjoying something anyone should?”
I was unsure how to answer.
Astrid looked over, “You Brits apologise for everything. Stop it.”
She pulled a face. Her silliness brought a smile to me, even under duress.
“What is that look for, Parker Westfall?”
“You look good at this angle.”
She smiled. “I love you. And I am sorry we got interrupted. They are sufficiently scarred, so we’re good for a bit.”
“What was that conversation about?”
“Um… so much. Odette is frightened.”
“Odette is older?”
“Odette is… precious. Nervous,” Astrid explained. “Ingrid read my book collection. Ingrid was able to label everything. Odette, heaven help us. If you thought I was remedial… yeesh. ”
“I never thought you were remedial, Astrid.”
I leaned forward and rolled onto my stomach. Running my fingers through her hair, I said, “You were anything but remedial. Untested, but also fun.”
“You’re kind.”
“Mmmm, I’m not that kind.”
She rolled over to kiss me, our mouths meeting awkwardly. I pulled her around. Pinning her to the bed, I took her in. Her hair was laid out all around her. She smiled at me playfully, biting her lip, wondering what I was about to do.
“What do you want me to do to you, Astrid?”
“Literally anything right now. I am putty,” Astrid whispered.
Suddenly, however scarred I was, it didn’t matter. I kissed Astrid’s neck and began to push her legs apart when there was a beating on the door to the bathroom. The girls were back at it again. Astrid bent her head backwards towards the door.
“Go away!”
“Astrid, we just?—”
Odette walked in, followed by Ingrid, who looked somehow interested in the fact that they had managed to catch us somewhat in the act again. That did it. I was done for. I dove under the covers. Astrid, still looking at her sisters upside down, shouted.
“I said knock and ask! Then you came in? After I told you to go away!?”
“I need help with my outfit,” Odette burst into tears. “And you don’t care!”
“Odie, please.”
“No! No! You don’t care about me. You’re too… desperate… or whatever!”
Desperate. We were—a bit.
Odette rushed out. Ingrid stuck around a moment later.
“I told her not to do it. I told her—it’s just like Rick says. Fuck around and find out.”
Ah, that phrase! I now had someone to attribute it to.
“Go away, Ingrid! ”
“Fine. I’ll deal with Odette. But maybe you all should keep it in your pants?”
“We weren’t having sex!”
“You were about to!”
No one denied that.
“Well, now no one is having sex, and I’m blaming you both!” Astrid shouted.
I snickered, “Astrid, they’re kids. They don’t know better. Ashleigh is scarcely older than Odette, and she’s never had a real boyfriend. I would imagine they’re still missing you. You’ve only been back a bit. Give them some grace.”
“Since when are you Mr. Nice Guy, Parker Westfall?”
“Since they’re growing on me.”
“See, you can be a sap,” Astrid giggled.
“Undoubtedly.”