When Khalil gets close and finally gives me the green light, it doesn’t take much at all for me to tumble over.
Khalil isn’t far behind. Pausing from choking me with his dick, he suddenly pulls back just enough before he comes with a grunt, and I feel the first hot splash on my tongue. When he’s done, he frees his dick while holding my gaze.
“Show me.” I obediently hold out my tongue that’s still a little blue from the Cookie Monster milkshake. Khalil’s nut is wadded perfectly on top like a filthy ice cream sundae. “Good girl. Now drink it.”
Closing my mouth, I let his cum slide down my tongue.
Khalil fixes his jeans before grabbing my arms. Unlike his roughness from before, he helps me stand and then places a gentle kiss on my forehead when I wobble a little. “You okay?”
“Yes, that was perfect.”
He kisses me again and then helps me dress before backing me into the desk that’s now shoved against the window where he trapped it. “You know I’m not done with you yet, right?”
“I know.”
“Come on. Let’s go home. We’re not staying. I’m done playing with my food.”
The house is silent when Khalil and I slip from the office. The door next to the room we played in is wide open, and I see that it’s another office.
Our clothing is rumpled and the dull throb between my legs won’t allow me to forget what I did.
My uncle certainly never will.
“So what do you think?” I whisper when I spot the fury on my uncle’s face as we near him standing in the foyer. “You think he knows the nature of our relationship now?”
“I think he’s been duly informed, baby.”
As we pass my uncle, I try to think of something to say, but my uncle beats me to it. “I’d say it was nice to meet you, but we both know why that isn’t true.” Uncle Mars glowers.
“Oh, and don’t sell the house,” I call back as we reach the front door. “I kind of like it.”
I don’t say goodbye to my uncle as Khalil and I leave, and he doesn’t say a word either.
KHALIL
Hold still,” I order gently as I move the razor through the shaving cream with a gentle hand. “I don’t want to nick you.”
A naked Aurelia giggles and twitches on the chair I pulled from the dining table as if my touch is ticklish to her. She looks like a queen and the chair her throne. She has one foot planted on the floor and the other rests on the lip of the tub while I kneel between her legs. Her breathing quickens and her eyes glow as they rake my arms, chest, and shoulders for the thousandth time. She never can hide how much she enjoys seeing one of us on our knees for her. But not nearly as much as we enjoy it.
“That would be a shame.”
“Yes, it fucking would.” Aurelia was fucking stunning. Every complicated inch of her. She had the face and body of an angel with the fiery temperament of a hellion. And I was too fucking gone for her to ever turn back. “If you cause me to mar this pretty pussy or shed one drop of your blood, you’ll have me to deal with.”
“Sorry.” She giggles again. “I just never had anyone…shave me…before.”
Pleasure and possessiveness spear through my chest as I dip the razor in the warm water filling the tub before shaving away another strip of the fine hairs growing from her mons pubis. It takes an incredible amount of will to bite back the urge to demand that she never allow anyone other than me near her perfect pussy.
She was in a relationship with two other men—my best friends—after all.
“Back home, I’d get laser treatments, so I guess it’s not all that different, but itfeelsdifferent, you know?” Quietly, she adds, “More intimate.”
“It definitely feels intimate,” I agree since it really seems like she needs me to.
It’s just the two of us in the cabin. Thorin and Zeke were gone when Aurelia and I returned from her ranch. While she got to work unpacking the bags, I unloaded the mattress and box spring from the truck and got it set up in Aurelia’s new bed. When I returned upstairs, I caught her escaping to Thorin’s bathroom with the shaving kit she’d picked up from town in hand.
The air in the bathroom is still damp from the shower we’d taken together before I ordered her into the chair.
I swish the blades through the warm, soapy water once more and shave away the last of the hair on the fleshy mound. There isn’t a lot even though it’s been months since her last treatment, so it only takes a few more stripes before I’m done with that part.
