“Ride me,” he says, and I do almost immediately. In this state, I live to please him, and I feel safe doing so because I know it goes both ways. He’d stay down between my legs for a year if I told him to. He worships my body with every move and every feverish look he gives me. And I want him to have every single piece of me that he wants.
I move my hips harder, faster, pushing down on his chest with my hands until his grip on me tightens.
“Fuck, Wren,” he groans, and I know he’s close. I rock my hips as hard and fast as I can, reaching a hand behind my back and down to cradle his balls. The sensation makes his mouth drop open, and he presses his head back into the lounge and clutches onto me.
“God damn,” he breathes as his orgasm rips through him, making us both vibrate. I slow down on top of him, sweat dripping between my breasts, staring down at him like I’m the artist and he is the masterpiece.
But to my surprise, he catches his breath and sits up, pushing me backward. He flips onto his stomach, pushes my legs back up, and dives in with his mouth. He uses his fingers to help, thrusting them in and out of me, swirling them around inside of me in perfect rhythm with his tongue until I feel my hips start to buck involuntarily. And then I come hard, humming and moaning like a crazy person as he comes up for air, wiping my juices from his beard. He gives me this devious smile, and I feel myself get horny all over again.
Fuck, he’s hot.
I lie there breathlessly, and once he knows that we have both been satisfied, he collapses next to me, draping his arm over top of my body.
He looks up at me, and I shy away, covering my face with my arm.
“What?” I ask.
He just smiles, shaking his head. “You just make me so fucking happy, Wright.”
I roll over into his chest, and as he wraps me up in him, I let my body say what my words are failing: I have never been this happy in my entire life.
BROOKS
The next few weeks have gone off weirdly smooth.
Like, too good.
So far, Cato has been a total gentleman.
Wren’s assignments at the office have been seemingly normal: data entry, lead follow-ups, meeting scheduling.
And an added bonus is that she’s making money, so she hasn’t had to take on any extra freelancing, which means her extra time has largely been mine. She told me to “shut my dirty mouth” the one and only time I brought up that I could pay her rent if she needed, and I learned quickly that money is a no-no subject for us just yet.
Later down the line, maybe.
But later down the line, I might not have much left.
But every day with her, watching her be so wonderfully, beautifully normal by the world’s standards, the real world doesn’t seem as daunting. It feels like I could take it on and not mind, because I’m with her.
Outside of the Everett family drama, things have been even better. I still can’t show her off to the world yet, which I am absolutely dying to do, so we have a lot of quiet dates to ourselves. A lot of nights in my apartment, watching movies,ordering takeout. We’ve spent some time with my brothers and their women, which has also been fun for her to get to know them. And we’ve spent more time with Cole, who has quickly become one of my favorite human beings. She’s great, but Cole is definitely the coolest Wright.
So far, he’s come to the city three weekends in a row. We had a talk with him about anonymity, and Wren is confident that he will keep it quiet. I wasn’t so sure, so I bribed him with a new gaming console and a virtual reality headset.
He stays in my guest suite and stays up all night ordering from the kitchen and watchingFresh Prince of Bel-Airreruns. I really love having him here. Partially because I love the kid’s company. But also because of how damn happy it makes her when she’s with him. Every time the three of us are together, I have a moment where I wish I could freeze time. Because she’s happiest when we are here, and I’m happiest when she’s happy. And when she’s here, in my home, in my presence, I know she’s safe.
She’s been staying here most nights, and every morning when she wakes up and gets dressed, and I send her off to that office with my predator of a father, I feel this burning in the pit of my stomach. This nagging, panicked feeling that’s screaming at me not to let her go. From the conversations we’ve had with my father’s previous “employees” who were in the same position, they all say that this intro period of normalcy was standard. He groomed them all into thinking everything was legit. He teaches them the ins and outs of the business. He lets them think they are meshing well with everything. Everything seems fine, completely normal.
Until it’s not.
So, in these moments with her, when she’s tucked under my arm, when I let myself get lost in the bliss of caring for someonethe way I have come to care for her, I have to remind myself that we are just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I have a hankering for sushi.And since we’re still not going public until everything is said and done, I called up a buddy who is a sushi chef at my favorite place uptown. He’s an old friend who I loaned some money to, to open his first location a few years ago. He’s expanded now and has three locations across the city.
I asked him to do me a solid, and he’s coming to the apartment tonight to make it for us. My brothers and their lovely ladies are also joining us. Wren has gotten close with Evie and Sawyer over these last few weeks. They are constantly checking in on her, which I like. I’ve gotten the gist over the time that I’ve known her that she doesn’t have much time for friendships. She’s mentioned a couple of old friends, but I think between her working like a dog and balancing her duties to her family, she doesn’t make a whole lot of time for herself.
I’d like to think I’m changing that a little.
We have hung out with the four of them a few times, and I have to admit, it feels good having someone steady. My brothers and I took a while to get to a place where we felt like we could balance a real relationship with the life we have. And now, with all of this going on, everything hanging over our heads, it feels like these women that we are lucky enough to have in our lives came to us at a time when we needed them the most. They have seen the face of the monster we are facing, and none of them have left. They are holding our hands and walking into the fire with us, and I, for one, am extremely grateful for it.
