“No need to be shy when I’ve been inside you,” he says with a smirk. He glances toward Trip. “No matter how much I want to repeat the experience, we can’t tonight. But for fuck’s sake, Bron, lose the bra. I want you to be comfortable.”
He’s right. I hate the darn article that keeps my breasts confined. But I’m still self-conscious and turn my back to him, as I unfasten the clip, and let the straps fall down my arms. I sigh as I let the hated, but necessary, item of clothing drop. After taking a deep breath, I turn and jump into the side of the bed he hasn’t claimed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says softly, taking me into his arms. “Bron, last night was so good, I can’t wait to do that again. But tonight, I just want to hold you. Is that alright?”
More than alright, and if truth be known, I’m feeling the same way as him. But I also can’t shake the thought that something’s badly wrong. “Are we safe here, Short?”
He sighs. “Can’t lie to you, Bron. It looks like there’s trouble coming our way. But I’ll do everything in my fuckin’ power to keep you and our son out of harm. Will you trust me, Bron? Will you promise you’ll do exactly what I say without asking questions if it comes to that?”
What can I answer but yes? I’ve never felt anyone cared for me before, so all I can do is give him my trust.
He holds me close and gently strokes my hair as I lay my head onto his chest. Trip’s gentle snores and Short’s soft, repetitive caresses woo me into sleep.
