Chapter 33 #2
She turns scarlet as she rolls her eyes. “Ew. Don’t be gross.”
I snort. “Just teasing.”
“Look,” she sighs. “Tell or don’t tell whoever you want. That’s totally up to you. But he’s with you, right?”
I nod.
“He's not still scoping out other girls?” She frowns. “If he is, I’ll cut off his balls—”
“Wren!” I laugh before I shake my head. “But no. Not even a little bit.”
“May I make a shocking observation, then?”
I nod.
“Do you think maybe that this is a ‘you’ issue?”
I frown. “Well…yeah. I know it’s a me issue—”
“I don’t mean a you hangup. I mean I think you’re framing it the wrong way.”
I suck on my teeth as I eye her doubtfully. “Explain.”
“Stop looking at it like he picked you , Galina,” Wren sighs.
“Like you’re the lucky winner of some random prize draw who needs to be appropriately grateful.
” She grins and pokes a finger at me. “Think of it as you picked him,” she says with a little smile.
“So, you know…lucky him. He’d better be fucking grateful that my friend deigns to let him ravage her silly. ”
I giggle and groan into my hands as my face heats.
“You know I’m riiii-iight,” she says in a sing-song voice. “Say it. C’mon. Say ‘You’re so right, Wren’.”
I roll my eyes, biting back a grin. “You’re soooo right, Wren.”
She holds up her phone as if to video me. “Once more, for the record?”
“Calm down, woman.”
She snorts a laugh and puts her phone down, then looks me in the eye.
“Does he treat you well, though? Like, is he genuinely nice to you, or does he just want to fuck you—”
“He treats me like a queen,” I smile through my blush.
Wren sighs happily. “Galina, I know I’m biased because you’re one of my best friends. But I have news for you: you ARE a fuckin’ queen. So I’m giving you permission to not give a single fuck about how anyone else sees the two of you.”
She nods firmly, slips her sunglasses back on, and swivels to lie down again on her lounge chair.
“Trust me,” she says, bringing her mug of tea to her lips. “He’s the lucky one.”
“Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! I’m gonna come!!”
My quad muscles scream as I bounce up and down on Lochlan’s lap, feeling his huge cock piston in and out of me. I choke against his neck, my face scrunched up and my mouth slack as I cling to his muscled body.
I can feel him swelling inside me as I rock up and down faster, until the small restroom stall is filled with the wet sounds of my pussy swallowing his cock over and over.
His hand tightens in the fistful of hair at my nape. His other one slides over my ass, and when he starts to push one finger into my ass, I completely lose it.
“There’s my fucking good girl. Soak my fucking cock in your sweet cum, baby.”
My legs almost give out as I drive down hard onto his fat dick. My eyes roll back, and a guttural moan wrenches from my throat as the wave crashes over me.
Lochlan is right behind me, biting down hard on my collarbone and making me squeal in pleasure as his cock twitches. His hot cum pumps into me as I collapse against his clenched body.
I’m taking Wren’s advice to heart. Maybe I’m not ready to march hand-in-hand with him across campus wearing a “Lochlan Kildare’s girlfriend” hoodie.
I mean, cringe.
But I did invite him out to dinner at Christopher’s, right here in downtown Hawthorne Hollow, where anyone from campus could walk in and see us clearly on a date.
Wren’s right: I picked him. And…who gives a fuck, anyway?
I sag against him, my heart still racing as the last tingles of my orgasm ripple through my core. Lochlan grins and cups my face as he leans in to kiss me.
“Sorry,” I murmur against his mouth, giggling like an idiot. “I don’t know where that came from.”
Lies. I do. One, I was horny. Which, to be fair, is entirely his fault.
I mean what did he think would happen when he spent the short drive from campus to downtown with his hand reached across the center column of his Defender and inside my panties with two fingers deep in me?
Which, I might add, he abruptly stopped doing the second we parked.
Fucking rude.
So, yeah, that’s part of it: I walked in here with my thighs quivering, my pulse galloping, and my panties soaked.
But there’s another reason I coyly asked Lochlan to “meet me in the bathroom in two minutes” after we sat down for dinner.
That would be because I saw Julia, the waitress who hit on Papa with all the subtlety of a brick, talking with another server, the two of them giggling as they basically eye-fucked Lochlan.
Cue: psycho possessive tendencies I didn’t know I had.
“You might not know, but I do,” Lochlan murmurs against my throat before he nips it and licks the sting. “You, little villain, have an exhibitionist kink.”
My brow furrows. “You honestly think I—”
“I don’t think. I know,” he growls, his firm hands gliding over my hips and pulling me down a little more on his still-hard cock.
I start to open my mouth to protest but then I just sort of trail off.
Is he right?
“Think our waitress is worrying that we ditched?” I giggle.
Lochlan chuckles deeply. “Maybe. You want to go out first?”
I nod, locking eyes with him for a second before I kiss him and then gasping quietly when I stand and slide off his thick cock. He instantly traces a finger down the edge of my panties and slips them back into place just as his warm cum begins to leak out of me.
“Keep me right there,” he murmurs into my ear as he stands as well. “I want my cum staying in your pretty cunt all dinner, like a perfect good girl. My perfect good girl.”
I mean…marry me?
I step out of the stall and wash my hands in the sink, grinning when I look up and see him standing behind me in the mirror. I turn, blushing as he draws me into his arms and kisses me slowly.
“Go order us some appetizers,” he murmurs. “I’ll be right out.”
I’m grinning like a fool when I step out of the restroom and walk back to our table.
“Ready to order drinks or appetizers?”
The smile on my face shatters when I see that our waitress has apparently been replaced by Julia.
She smirks, her eyes narrowed.
“Or did you want to wait for your date? Is he in the ladies’ room, too?”
Heat engulfs me.
“Was it good?”
My eyes bulge wide at her sheer forwardness. I mean, Jesus. First the shit with Papa, and now this?
“Uh… Excuse me?” I frown.
Julia smiles. Before I know it, she’s pulling out the chair across from me and sitting in it. Her eyes stab into me from across the table as an icy smile curls the corners of her lips.
“The sex you just had in the ladies' room,” she says. “With Lochlan Kildare.”
I sink into my chair a little, feeling myself melting with embarrassment.
“I—I don’t—”
“Actually, it’s okay,” she smiles. “You don’t have to tell me how it was. I already know.” She leans across the table, her eyes on mine. “From personal experience.”
Ice twists inside me as my face drops.
Julia’s smile widens, like a shark scenting blood in the water.
“Oh, hon, you didn’t really think you were the first girl to fuck him, did you?”
My throat bobs. “I don’t know what your problem—”
“Or the first girl to fuck him in the ladies’ room here, for that matter?”
My gut falls through the floor as my heart chills.
“You know, I was wondering why I hadn’t gotten some good Lochlan dick recently,” Julia sighs absently, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “But I guess I know now. He found a new plaything of the month.”
My throat feels tight. My fucking skin feels tight.
I also feel like I’m about to throw up.
“Whatever.” She winks at me. “Have fun, girl. When he gets tired of you, it’ll be my turn again.”
She stands, smiling brightly.
“Now, any drinks or appetizers—”
But I’m already up and staggering toward the door clutching the shredded remains of my pride in my hands.
“By the way, hi to your daddy!” Julia calls after me as I slam through the front door and out into the night.