“Jesus. Now I have to change.”
“Sorry,” I grumble. “There’s no need to talk to him about the noise. We’ll keep it down.”
“Whatever.”
Art bumps into him as he leaves the dining room.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he growls.
Art’s response is to give him the finger.
“Hi,” I say shyly.
“Don’t play coy now. You’re a wildcat when I’m between your legs.”
“Be quiet. Someone could hear you.” I glance towards the door expecting Josh to come barging in.
My cell phone chimes.
Trevor: I’m outside.
Me: Coming.
“I have to go.”
Before I can make a move, Art stands behind my chair, yanking my ponytail back painfully.
“Is that your boyfriend?”
“Let go. That hurts,” I whimper.
“You play house with your fucking boyfriend during the day, but remember who owns your pussy at night.”
Art kisses me then… no, it’s a branding. His tongue licks every inch of my mouth before letting me go.
“Now, go run along.” He grips my pussy. “You keep this warm and wet for me today.”
It’s going to be a long ride to school.
“Cin, I wish you would talk to me,” Trevor pleads from the driver’s seat of his Jeep.
“Trevor—”
“Please don’t lie to me. We’ve always been open with each other. If I did something wrong, tell me. I promise to fix it, babe. I want you to be happy.”
God, he’s sweet, caring, and loving—so why do I crave Art like he’s my reason for existing?
Tears run down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry, babe.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been myself. I have a lot on my mind.”
“Tell me.” He squeezes my knee.
“It’s just graduating high school and attending college is a big step,” I say lamely.
“That’s it? Don’t worry. I’ll be there with you.”
