He’s an eager boy, pushing back against me and making the most adorable noises. I praise Christopher and his tight little hole, enjoying the way his arm muscles flex with the hard grip of his hand.
My clit throbs but I leave her undisturbed as I focus my attention solely on the man in front of me. Putting my effort into his pleasure and his pleasure alone until the rough strokes of his hand and the relentless thrusts of my fingers has him exploding.
Crying out my name and spraying cum all over my pristine tiles.
Just like I promised.
Chapter 32
CHRISTOPHER
The Hoffmann brothers are not happy to see me.
Although I don’t know if Grumpy is ever happy to see anyone.
“What the hell do you want?”
A sneer encompasses his dirt-covered face that looks like it hasn't been washed in a while.
“I want access to your underground railroad. Routes, manholes and all the blueprints you can give me.” Leaning around the angry dwarf, I look at the brother standing beyond the doorway, “And throw in a mine cart while you’re at it.”
Doc’s bushy brows lift, his eyes twinkling with the renewed fortune of a poor man.
“Let the man inside, Gerald.”
The vast number of wrinkles deepen with an unflattering scowl. A lifetime of frown lines flashes before me as the cantankerous bastard shuffles to the side.
Fighting back a smirk, I duck my head and step inside the cottage. It’s just as cramped as I remember, the stacks of dirty dishes having grown taller since the last time I was here.
The only difference are the snores radiating from the man sprawled out in the corner. Perched on a tiny rocking chair, he’s got his filthy shoes propped up on the windowsill and a floppy green hat hanging low over his brow.
I’m surprised he can sleep with the raucous that’s coming out of his mouth, but I guess that’s what happens when your air flow is restricted by a lack of housekeeping.
And overall sanitation.
“Do you have it?”
Eager, almost greedy eyes stare up at me.
“Have what?”
Gerald barks the question, crossing his arms, “I don’t know why we keep letting this stray into our…the diamond!”
The high-pitched shriek is enough to send the sleepy one jumping to his feet. Arms and legs go flying while his green hat tumbles to the floor.
“What the hell?!”
“L-Look!” Spluttering, barely catching a breath, the Hoffmann Diamond shines brightly in Gerald’s eyes, “I don’t understand. The witch-
“Sends his condolences.”
The lines around Doc’s face tighten before he covers them with a smile, “Our sister’s necklace has finally returned. A family relic back where it belongs.”
Callused hands reach for the sparkling gem but I lift it out of reach.
“Time to show your side of the bargain.”
“Soren, show this man where the bunks are.” Nodding slowly, Doc pushes his frames higher up his nose, “And make sure he gets the key for the basement. That’s where you will find a spare minecart.”
