Chapter 10
ELLIE
I fell asleep.
I must have because the last thing I remember was talking about school and how much I hated it, but that it was a necessity to get a good job. Then I’d admitted to what I really wanted in life. No one had ever asked me what I dreamed of being. Or doing.
Not once.
Mrs. Ramirez had helped me figure out the best path to success, which wasn’t the same as my dream.
Trig hadn’t laughed at the idea. Didn’t tell me it was stupid or anti-feminist or whatever wanting to be a stay-at-home mom and have a big family. He’d listened and held me as we watched a movie and I felt safe. Desired. Wanted.
Very wanted because I woke up with Trig’s head between my thighs. My hand was on top of his head and his beard was brushing my sensitive skin.
I was close to coming and I just woke up. “Trig!”
“There’s my good girl,” he crooned, lifting his head enough to give me a sexy smile.
That beard? Glistening and wet. From me.
I tried to close my legs because no one had ever been down there before. He could see everything! Feel it… on his tongue.
“Trig, what are you–oh my God!”
My fingers curled in his thick hair, holding him in place when he took my clit into his mouth and gave it little sucks. Then I tugged because it felt amazing. I had no idea.
He groaned.
“We shouldn’t be… this isn’t… anyone could… do I smell funny or–”
“If you’re talking like that, then I’m not doing a good enough job of licking this tight little pussy.” He lifted his head, his gaze narrowed. It was as if I’d insulted him or something.
“Trig, I… I’ve never–”
“You have now. And you’re going to come because that’s what my good girl does. She comes all over her man’s face.”
“Oh.”
His hands went to my thighs and he pushed them wider and back and he licked me from–oh my God–ass to clit. Then he went at it. Eating my pussy as if he were starved. “I could stay here all fuckin’ day,” he growled.
A finger got involved and I forgot my own name. My hips rolled, but I couldn’t move far. Trig controlled everything.
When I came, my back arched, and my toes curled. I screamed because I’d never felt an orgasm like that. Mind blowing.
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. “Your family ?”
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 my finger 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 am not meeting your parents without panties on.”