guy feels…”
Jace moved his thumbs and his mouth
went back to work.
It was slightly pathetic but all it
took was three curls of his tongue to bring me to climax.
My hips started to shake as I came.
Jace grabbed my hips and held me steady, devouring all the wetness pouring from
me. His hands started to creep up my body but stopped just under my ribs. I was
able to rock my hips, up and down, unable to control the wild need for relief.
I guess I had given Jace everything
he wanted to know.
When I was finished, he slowly
eased himself away from me. Then he stood up, admiring my nude body. I scanned
his outlaw body. The way his arms filled out his shirt. His leather cut. And
then I saw the massive bulge of his cock in his jeans.
“You stay here,” he said to me. “We’re
not done yet.”
Jace stormed out of the bedroom.
I slowly pulled the towel back
around my body.
I put my feet to the floor and
tried to stand but had no balance for a few seconds.
So I sat on the edge of the bed.
My inner thighs were a mess of my
own orgasm.
I was going far beyond being
protected by Jace.
I was crossing dangerous lines.
The worst was yet to come though …
and that was the truth …
chapter fifteen
(ava)
*THEN*
I was trying to find Dad’s pills.
They were in an unlabeled medicine container. He said they were his magic
heart pills and I had believed that ever since I was a little girl. My
mother used to get mad at him for taking the pills but they always seemed to
help.
Uncle Frank always brought him the
pills when he needed them. They worked like magic. Dad would sleep for a long
time and then wake up and feel great again. I never understood why my mother
hated them so much.
Dad was at the kitchen table,
stressed out, worried that we were going to lose the house. I always wanted to
move out, I was old enough to do so, but I feared leaving Dad alone. Part of me
wished he would just sell the house. It would help out so much with the store.
The house had nothing for me. The store did. Strange as it was but the memories
of my mother were more prevalent at the store than at the house.
I was in the bedroom and it was
always weird to me. The closet still had my mother’s clothing in it. I couldn’t
bring myself to look. Lucky for me I didn’t need to go into the closet. I just
needed to go into his top left drawer. There were two dressers though. I picked
the one on the left.
As I opened the drawer I got an
uneasy feeling. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. I was too old for the
ghost stuff but there was a part of me that wondered if my mother could come
back to me as a ghost. Just for a quick visit. Just to explain what had
happened the night…
I dug through my father’s always
stained socks and couldn’t find a pill bottle.
So I kept digging.
That gave me nothing.
I dug through every sock in the
drawer and found nothing.
So I went to the next drawer. It
was an unflattering drawer. My father’s underwear. I gritted my teeth as I
stuck my hand into the drawer. I told myself he needed his medicine. It was
worth the awkward grossness.
My hand dug to the bottom of the
drawer and I felt something.
It wasn’t a pill bottle though.
It was a small envelope.
I pulled it out and saw handwriting
on it.
Birth record. Proof.
There was a date under that. It was
scribbled pretty badly but I knew it wasn’t my birthday. And it wasn’t my birth
year. It was two years older than I was.
It peaked my interest so I turned
it around and opened it.
“What are you doing?” a voice
growled behind me.
I looked up in the mirror and saw
my father standing there.
I quickly tucked everything away.
Turns out the medicine was in the
other dresser.
Whoops.
I got him his pills and then had to
leave for work.
All I could think about was the
envelope.
The date.
Birth record … proof?
When I got home from work, I found
Dad on the couch, passed out. He would stay there for at least a day or two.
Then
Jace moved his thumbs and his mouth
went back to work.
It was slightly pathetic but all it
took was three curls of his tongue to bring me to climax.
My hips started to shake as I came.
Jace grabbed my hips and held me steady, devouring all the wetness pouring from
me. His hands started to creep up my body but stopped just under my ribs. I was
able to rock my hips, up and down, unable to control the wild need for relief.
I guess I had given Jace everything
he wanted to know.
When I was finished, he slowly
eased himself away from me. Then he stood up, admiring my nude body. I scanned
his outlaw body. The way his arms filled out his shirt. His leather cut. And
then I saw the massive bulge of his cock in his jeans.
“You stay here,” he said to me. “We’re
not done yet.”
Jace stormed out of the bedroom.
I slowly pulled the towel back
around my body.
I put my feet to the floor and
tried to stand but had no balance for a few seconds.
So I sat on the edge of the bed.
My inner thighs were a mess of my
own orgasm.
I was going far beyond being
protected by Jace.
I was crossing dangerous lines.
The worst was yet to come though …
and that was the truth …
chapter fifteen
(ava)
*THEN*
I was trying to find Dad’s pills.
They were in an unlabeled medicine container. He said they were his magic
heart pills and I had believed that ever since I was a little girl. My
mother used to get mad at him for taking the pills but they always seemed to
help.
Uncle Frank always brought him the
pills when he needed them. They worked like magic. Dad would sleep for a long
time and then wake up and feel great again. I never understood why my mother
hated them so much.
Dad was at the kitchen table,
stressed out, worried that we were going to lose the house. I always wanted to
move out, I was old enough to do so, but I feared leaving Dad alone. Part of me
wished he would just sell the house. It would help out so much with the store.
The house had nothing for me. The store did. Strange as it was but the memories
of my mother were more prevalent at the store than at the house.
I was in the bedroom and it was
always weird to me. The closet still had my mother’s clothing in it. I couldn’t
bring myself to look. Lucky for me I didn’t need to go into the closet. I just
needed to go into his top left drawer. There were two dressers though. I picked
the one on the left.
As I opened the drawer I got an
uneasy feeling. I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. I was too old for the
ghost stuff but there was a part of me that wondered if my mother could come
back to me as a ghost. Just for a quick visit. Just to explain what had
happened the night…
I dug through my father’s always
stained socks and couldn’t find a pill bottle.
So I kept digging.
That gave me nothing.
I dug through every sock in the
drawer and found nothing.
So I went to the next drawer. It
was an unflattering drawer. My father’s underwear. I gritted my teeth as I
stuck my hand into the drawer. I told myself he needed his medicine. It was
worth the awkward grossness.
My hand dug to the bottom of the
drawer and I felt something.
It wasn’t a pill bottle though.
It was a small envelope.
I pulled it out and saw handwriting
on it.
Birth record. Proof.
There was a date under that. It was
scribbled pretty badly but I knew it wasn’t my birthday. And it wasn’t my birth
year. It was two years older than I was.
It peaked my interest so I turned
it around and opened it.
“What are you doing?” a voice
growled behind me.
I looked up in the mirror and saw
my father standing there.
I quickly tucked everything away.
Turns out the medicine was in the
other dresser.
Whoops.
I got him his pills and then had to
leave for work.
All I could think about was the
envelope.
The date.
Birth record … proof?
When I got home from work, I found
Dad on the couch, passed out. He would stay there for at least a day or two.
Then
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