by Glines, Abbi
I scooted back and got off his lap. My eyes didn’t leave his crotch though. I was fascinated. I’d never seen a real penis. He pulled his jeans down to his knees along with his boxers, and it sprang free. It was much bigger than I had anticipated and standing straight out. The head did look swollen. I wondered if that was what hurt.
Moving back to him, I wasn’t sure if I should straddle him now. I didn’t want to cause him pain. He held out his hand for me to come sit on him again, and I did so, careful not to press against it. My curiosity had me reaching out and touching the tip.
He jerked, and I moved my hand away quickly. “I’m s-s-sorry. I-I-I di-didn’t know,” I said.
He chuckled and took my hand, then moved it back to his swollen length. “I didn’t jerk from pain. You can explore all you want.”
Oh.
I gently wrapped my finger around it this time, and he sucked in a breath. My eyes flew to his, and he was panting. Much like I did when he touched me. I understood then. His wasn’t wet, but this must have felt the same for him as it did for me. I began to run my fingertip over it, and each time he made a noise of pleasure, I did the same thing again. Scooting forward, I lifted myself up onto my knees and ran the tip over my wet bottoms. That was almost too good.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He liked it too.
I moved my bottoms over and then rubbed the head of his erection on the crotch of my wet panties. He froze, and I looked up at him. He was clenching his teeth and taking short, shallow breaths. Needing to feel more, I pulled the wet fabric aside and ran it along my bare vagina.
“Oh,” I cried out at how good the skin-on-skin contact felt.
It slipped so easily back and forth. I moved my hips as I ran it from my clit, then back again. I knew I was making noises, and for a moment, I forgot about Rio and if he was enjoying this or not. I was lost in my own little world of pleasure.
Then, it was gone, and I was being lifted and tossed back on the sofa. Rio removed his bottoms the rest of the way, and then his shirt followed. When he reached for my bottoms, I was torn between anxiety and hunger. He was going to make love to me. Or was it just sex? I wasn’t sure, but I was going to lose my virginity.
He covered me and held himself there. “I want inside you so damn bad that I can hardly control myself. But I won’t. I don’t have a condom. But I’m going to make it feel good.”
He reached down and began to aggressively rub his erection against my opening. He looked down and watched. I opened my legs wider and lifted up, wanting to feel more. He was shaking. His entire body was shaking.
I began to move with him, and his eyes went to my breasts as they swayed.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said.
He licked at my nipples and pulled one into his mouth as I continued to rub against him. I was more out of control.
The wetness leaking from me was going to leave a spot on the sofa, but I didn’t care. I wanted all this and more.
“O-oh, p-p-lease, pl-please, please,” I begged him, and he shook harder as he pressed down on me with his hardness there in my heat, rubbing back and forth.
“You’re so wet,” he said in my ear. “I want to slip inside you and never fucking leave.”
His words and description sent me spiraling off into my orgasm, and I cried out his name, holding him to me while my body felt like it was exploding. I heard him shout my name as he jerked on top of me. His hips were moving hard, and then he held himself up. I opened my eyes to see him pumping himself, and then his cum shot all over my stomach and my breasts.
He looked down at my naked body and his cum that now covered me. Then, he lifted his eyes to mine. “You might be the death of me.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Rio
Bryn hadn’t thought my staying the night again was a good idea for Cullen. I hadn’t wanted to leave her, but I had. She didn’t trust me. Not yet. I could see it in her eyes that she was worried I would be gone and Cullen would be hurt. That she would be hurt.
There was a lot of damage there, and I would have to prove myself to her. I’d managed to create most of the issues she had with me. If I hadn’t been so fucking scared of being near her again, I might have listened to my gut when deep down, I knew she wouldn’t have bashed my Jeep. Or anyone’s Jeep. Everyone around me had told me they didn’t think she did it, and I’d ignored it. Now, I’d have to make up for that.
Pops was getting around on his own now, and I wasn’t needed over there to move him any longer. This was my second night back at the house with Saul and Drake. I knew they would both be asleep when I made my way to the kitchen; however, I should have expected Henley to be there.
She was already dressed for work and pulling a batch of doughnuts from the oven.
“You’re up early,” she said and then reached into the oven to pull out a second tray of doughnuts.
“Yeah,” I replied. “What time are you going into the shop?”
“Why? You want the kitchen to yourself?” she asked, looking at me oddly.
“No, I need to make an order.”
She scrunched up her nose. “From me?”
“It’s for Bryn and Cullen,” I said.
Her eyes went wide, and a smile lit up her face. “Oh! Really?”
“Yeah, really. It seems you make the best strawberry cupcakes in the world. Bryn loves them. And Cullen said he likes your chocolate ones. I was hoping I could order half a dozen of each, but maybe you could make the chocolate ones a Spider-Man theme? Then, I was also going to pick up breakfast and take it with me this morning.”
Henley looked at the doughnuts on the tray. “These are fresh and have dairy and gluten in them. I made them for all of you but mostly Saul. He mentioned them yesterday. There’s more than Saul will eat with Drake’s help. Take this second tray.”
“You sure?” I asked.
“Absolutely. Just don’t screw this up. I like her and Cullen.”
“I don’t intend to,” I replied.
She put the doughnuts in a bakery box, then handed them to me. “I’ll have your cupcakes ready by noon.”
“Thanks.”
I finished making my coffee and was about to leave the kitchen.
“Vanessa came by yesterday, looking for you,” Henley said. “You might want to give that some closure.”
I nodded but said nothing else. Vanessa and I had hooked up a few times. It had been a while since we had been out. There wasn’t any closure required.
Saul was walking into the kitchen, yawning, as I was leaving. He was still in his boxers, and his hair hadn’t been brushed. He looked at the box in my hand. “You’d better not be taking off with my shit.”
“Yours are in there,” I told him.
He yawned again and walked past me. I didn’t stick around. Saul was my best friend, and Henley was my sister. Seeing them make out in the kitchen wasn’t something I wanted to see. I’d walked in on it enough.
I managed to make it until seven thirty before going over to Bryn’s. I’d showered, shaved, taken my time in getting dressed, tried to watch the news, which was boring as hell. Finally, I decided it was a safe bet that Cullen was awake.
Bryn answered the door in an oversize T-shirt, her hair down and messy, a sleepy smile on her face. “Good morning,” she said. “I hope that’s breakfast because I am not in the mood to cook.”
Just seeing her made me feel better.
“Henley made doughnuts,” I told her.
She made a soft moan that had me tensing. I didn’t need to always get a damn boner around her.
“I love her doughnuts.”
I walked inside, and Cullen turned his head to look at me from his spot on the sofa.
His eyes lit up when he saw the box I was holding. “Is it cupcakes?” he asked.
“Not this early. I wanted Bryn to let me inside, not kick me out,” I told him.
“Oh,” Cullen said and climbed off the sofa to come around to me. “What is it then?”
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bsp; “Doughnuts,” I told him.
He punched the sky with his fist. “Yes!”
“I’ll even let you eat on the sofa while watching television this morning,” Bryn told him, and Cullen beamed before running back to the sofa to watch Spider-Man on the television.
“You want some coffee?” she asked me, then started walking into the kitchen.
I followed her in and went over to the cabinet to get down two cups.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked her as I stood behind her while she worked on our coffee.
She nodded. “Yes.”
I glanced over at Cullen to see he was enthralled in his favorite superhero, then slid my hand under the back side of the T-shirt she was wearing. My hand met bare thigh and a panty-covered ass. No shorts. Damn. I was going to have a hard time thinking about anything else.
Her head whipped around to check to see if Cullen was watching me.
“I already checked that,” I whispered, then slid my hand up to her waist.
She stood very still, her breathing growing heavy as my hand went higher until I was gently cupping her right breast.
“I just needed to feel you,” I said in her ear before sliding my hand down her body and letting the T-shirt fall back down.
When my hand was gone, she turned her face back to look up at me.
“I wish I weren’t so weak where you were concerned,” she said, then smiled.
I didn’t. Her desire for me made me want to pound my chest like a caveman and alert the world that she belonged to me. I bent down and kissed her neck, inhaling the scent that was uniquely hers. Bryn tilted her head the other way to give me better access. So fucking sweet.
“We need to stop. Cullen,” she breathed and closed her eyes a moment, then moved away. She took a deep breath, then handed me a cup of coffee. “Here, taste this. Not me,” she offered.
I grinned and took the coffee. “You taste better.”
She blushed and ran her hand over her unbrushed hair. “Th-th-thank you, but”—her eyes went to Cullen again—“just because I can’t seem to tell you no, it’s dangerous to do things in front of him. He could look, and I …” She sighed. “It’s just that he’s never seen me with a man. Ever. He has seen his mother with many, but not me. I’m his constant. Change might cause him to think I’ll leave like she did.” Bryn stopped and took a drink of her coffee.
Another one of the things about her that was going to own me. Her dedication to that little boy. What would my childhood have been like with a mom like her? Or hell, an aunt? Anyone to care that my mother was unstable and not fit to raise a kid.
“Do you work tonight?” I asked her, and the thought of her at work made my chest tighten painfully. The idea of her topless in a bar was going to be the hardest thing for me to accept.
“No. I go back Sunday,” she said, and I could see her tense.
She knew I hated it, and right now, this was new for us. I had to win her trust. Asking her to get a new job wasn’t going to help me do that. Although I was going to talk to Pops today about the assistant he’d said he needed to hire. In his condition, he couldn’t help Hazel anymore. The position would pay well. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up to Bryn.
“Then, we have tonight,” I replied.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Can I have a doughnut?” Cullen asked, turning around and looking at us.
“Yes,” Bryn replied and went to put one on a plate for him, then poured him a glass of milk.
I picked up a doughnut and took a bite while watching her take Cullen his food. I wanted to spend all day with them, but I was supposed to be at work in an hour. I had called Hazel to let her know it would be nine when I got there today. She’d grumbled, but when I’d told her I was going to see Bryn, she’d immediately changed her tune.
“What are your plans today?” I asked her.
She took a doughnut for herself, then broke it into two, only keeping half of it. “I think we might go to the beach. Are you working?” she asked.
Sighing, I nodded. “Yeah. I have to be there in an hour.”
“We will be over by the south entrance to the public beach,” she told me.
The south entrance was directly beside the farmers market. “If you get hungry or thirsty or need to use the restroom,” I said, grinning.
She gave me a saucy smile. “Sorry. Last time I was there, I was told not to come back and to buy my produce elsewhere.”
I knew she was teasing, but the memory of that and how I had talked to her wasn’t something I wanted to remember. It fucking hurt. I reached for her T-shirt and grabbed a handful, then pulled her against me. “Not only are you welcome there, but whatever you want from there is also free. Including the ice cream and soda. When y’all get hot and need to cool off, come see me.”
Her body was pressed against me, and her head was tilted back as she looked up at me. Those eyes of hers were saying things I wanted to hear aloud. I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed it gently and quickly. My hand loosened its hold on her shirt, and I took another moment to run it over the side of her body.
“Do you think we can get him to take a quick nap this early?” I asked.
She laughed at me and moved away. “No.”
“Damn,” I replied, although I’d already known that was the answer.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Bryn
The sunshine and salt water had been the perfect way for us to spend our Saturday. However, the sandwiches I’d made were eaten by eleven, and our water was gone. Glancing at Cullen, who was slowing down, I knew it was time to pack it up and go home.
I looked back toward the farmers market and thought about going and getting an ice cream for Cullen. I had debated that several times since we’d arrived. However, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wasn’t ready to face going there just yet. Maybe in a few weeks, if this thing with Rio was still working out and he hadn’t moved on yet, I would go there.
Today was just too soon. Besides, Cullen didn’t need an ice cream.
I stood up and dusted the sand from my body, then reached into my bag to get the cover-up I had worn over my swimsuit. When I stood up, someone was behind me, and a large hand slid around me to splay flat over my bare stomach, then pushed me back against him.
“You didn’t come see me,” Rio said close to my ear.
“Rio!” Cullen said, jumping up from the sand castle he had been building. “Why didn’t you come swim today?”
Rio dropped his hand from me and moved to stand beside me. “I wish I could have, bud. But I’ve been working,” he said to Cullen. “But I was hoping you and Bryn might come over to the market and get an ice cream.”
Cullen clapped his hands together, then looked up at me. “Please, oh please,” he begged me.
It looked like we were going to the farmers market after all.
“Okay,” I said reluctantly.
“Did you drive?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “No, we walked.”
He grinned then, flashing me his dimple. “Good. I’ll tell them I’m done for the day. We will get the ice cream, and then I’ll drive you home.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Cullen ran to him and grabbed his hand, then began asking about his Jeep and if the top was off. I collected the rest of our things, but when I picked up the bag, Rio took it from me. He walked ahead of me, holding Cullen’s hand on his right and carrying my bag on his left. It was the kind of thing that seemed more fantasy than reality.
Cullen was chatting away, and Rio didn’t seem to mind. How long would it take before the package deal was too much for him? Would I continue to crave him and be so easy? How long before that got boring for him?
I was ruining a perfect moment with my dark thoughts, and I tried hard to push them away. We reached the side entrance of the farmers market, and Rio turned to me.
“I need to go let them know I’m leaving. You take him to the ice cream stand, and I’ll meet you there.�
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Rio headed to the back, still carrying my bag.
Cullen came over to take my hand, and then he pulled me. “Come on!”
We walked over to the ice cream stand, and Cullen began studying the different colors and asking me about flavors while we waited in line. He finally decided on blue raspberry with red sprinkles when it was our turn.
I looked from Cullen to the girl taking orders. “Hello,” I said in greeting. “We need—”
“I know who you are, and you aren’t welcome here,” she said with a nasty grin.
She looked somewhat familiar, and I realized she must have been working here when I had been fired. Cullen’s hand was in mine, but he moved closer until he was pressed against my leg. This was something he had heard before, but I had hoped he’d never hear it again.
“I, uh …” I paused, unsure of what to say. Did I explain this to her or just go to the back and wait for Rio?
“Is there a problem?” Rio asked, and I turned to see him walking toward us. He frowned, looking down at Cullen almost wrapped around my leg. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet mine.
“Yes, sir. I told her we wouldn’t serve her here,” the girl told him.
Rio’s scowl, however, took the smirk off her face, and she glanced back at me, as if to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake.
“Whatever she wants, make it for her. If she is ever in this market again, you give her what she wants,” he said, coming to stand on the other side of Cullen and putting a hand on his head, then ruffling his hair.
The girl nodded. “Yes, sir. I didn’t know. I thought—”
“I know what you thought. I will make sure everyone here understands that Bryn and Cullen are welcome here.”
The girl nodded, then looked at me nervously now. “What can I get for you?” she asked.
“Blue raspberry with red sprinkles,” I said.
Cullen’s arms released me, and he smiled up at Rio.
“Bryn!” Hazel’s familiar voice called out, and I turned to see her making her way to us.
“Hello,” I replied.
It was nice to see her smile at me again. She had never been mean, but it had been awkward before.
