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Grinning like a maniac, he staggered over to my bed and flopped face down on the mattress. "I did it."
Looking up at him from my perch on the floor, I paused what I was doing, holding the nail polish brush an inch away from my baby toe, and narrowed my eyes. "You lie."
"I truth," he countered, voice muffled from where he was attempting to smother himself in my duvet. "Ashton smell so fucking good for Trig."
"Show me," I demanded, popping the lid back on the polish and springing to my feet. He looked far too big for my bed, all muscular and male and sexy as hell. "I wanna see."
"My ass," he slurred, still face down. "In my ass."
"Your ass?" I rolled my eyes. "Your jeans, more like."
My excitement overrode my agitation at his sloppy speech – something I had spent countless hours working on him with, and knew he could do better – and I lunged for my bed.
Crawling over the mattress, I reached for his black shirt, yanking it up to expose his broad, tanned back.
"Holy shit, you actually did it, Trig!" I gasped, eyes locked on the Glock tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
Not just any Glock.
Fabio's Glock.
My gaze trailed over the weapon almost reverently and I reached into his jeans.
"What did you take?" I asked then, holding the heavy metal in my hands. "Is this loaded?"
"Fuck knows,mami. New shipment of coke," he mumbled drowsily. "Check my cock."
"Trig," I giggled, sliding a hand underneath him and snagging several rounds of ammo from his front jeans pocket. "Oh, baby," I breathed, mesmerized by his delinquent creativity.
"I do good?"
"So good," I coaxed, feeling empowered. "He's going to freak out when he notices it's gone." Grinning deviously, I purred, "And Yegor's in the firing line."
"Yegor is prick," Trig grumbled. "He no cock."
"No, that was Vas," I laughed.
"Vas no cock, Yegor no cock, Anton no cock, Jet suck cock," Trig muttered. "No Crellids with cock. All pussies. Only cock is Trig's cock."
"I fucking love you, Trig," I breathed, in awe of this boy. "And your cock."
"Sí," he mumbled, slapping a hand around the mattress. "Te amo… it is the same for me."
"Look at me, Trig," I said then, heart beating hard for this boy. "Right now."
With a great deal of effort, he rolled onto his back. "Mi reinapleased with her Trig?"
"Yes." Nodding slowly, I hitched a leg over his thighs and straddled his hips. "I'm very pleased with my Trig."
Head lolling to one-side, he smiled up at me. "I make you happy." His hands moved to my hips. "For all the days."
"Yeah." Placing the gun on his chest, I reached for the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. "Now, let me make you happy."
"No," he groaned, sounding pained, as he hardened between my legs. "Corderitois no ready. Grow the patience like Trig. "
"Shh." Taking his big hand, I placed it on my bare breast. "Mi cuerpo pertenece a mi rey..."
Shaking my head, I dragged my thoughts back to the present and switched off the water. Numb, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, unable to stop my limbs from shaking.
