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The praise in his voice filled me with a warm feeling before guilt stole over and dashed it.
‘Though I can’t go out there like this.’
‘Maybe you could say you spilled your drink?’ It was undeniably cum. It had to be for my plan to work.
‘Your dad will kill me if he thinks I’ve been wanking on the job, more so if he knew I’d had my cock in one of his daughters.’
‘You can use my bathroom to clean up. There’s a shower in there too. I’ll grab you some spare trousers from the laundry room. I think Logan’s would fit you.’
He looked over to the bathroom door, and for a horrible moment, I thought he’d refuse. When he looked down at me with a soft smile, I saw him relent. He’d fallen for it hook, line and sinker.
‘Okay, but be quick. Harold would have me castrated if I’m found trouserless in his almost wife’s room.’
His hand was warm as he pulled me to my feet and tipped my chin up to his face. My pulse quickened when I thought he’d kiss me, but at the last second, he pressed his lips to my ears. ‘After I’m all cleaned up, I’d like to return the favour. I’ve dreamt about tasting you and good girls get rewards.’
A shiver stole right down the length of my spine. A night on his tongue was tempting, but my new life, my chance at freedom, awaited.
‘I’d better get those trousers quickly then,’ I said, reaching up and running my fingers over his jaw. Rewarded with an intense look from his icy blue eyes, I tried to capture it. I wanted to remember that lust filled look, because within an hour he’d hate me.
As soon as the bathroom door closed, I ran to my closet, pulling on my baggy clothing and tucking my hair up into my hat. Working swiftly and with my heart thundering in my chest, I grabbed my bag and was out of the door within a minute. I stole through the house, checking my old analogue watch as I finally made it outside. The one good thing about having lived in the same house forever meant I knew the best ways to sneak out of it and evade detection. My teenage years proving ever so handy.
I made it to the bus with seconds to spare, tossing change into the fare meter before finding myself a seat near the back, my hat pulled low and my hoody up around my ears.
Phase two complete.
Now to hope I made it out of the country before anyone figured out where I was.
SIX
ALEC
Esther’s bathroom was almost as big as my bedroom, a sprawling stone tub in one corner and a huge rain shower in the other. Never had I dreamt I’d be in her bathroom, or her room, and definitely not in her mouth.
It had been a stupid, stupid idea even stepping foot into her room after the moment that had passed between us the previous day. I went in expecting to close a suitcase and left with my head reeling and my balls empty. Fuck. I was playing with fire.
The way she’d looked up at me from her knees had been my undoing. Those cute frilly heart pyjamas had shown off her curvy thighs, and her tits were about bursting over the top. I’d always been an absolute sucker for cute, flirty clothes. I loved a submissive playmate, and while I wasn’t sure she was actually that way inclined, she’d played the part ever so well.
When she’d gone gooey eyed at my first good girl, I’d lost all reserve and given over to the stolen moment of pleasure.
I couldn’t quite believe that it had happened. Never mind another league, Esther McGowan was in a whole other stratosphere than me. Even worse, it had to be a one off. But I’d make her scream into her pillow before I left, feel her come around my mouth with my name on her lips. I doubted Harold would be so giving in bed.
Before I knew what I had been doing, I’d found myself in her bathroom, desperately trying to clean the jizz off of my trousers. I couldn’t sit outside her room all night looking like I’d creamed my pants. Her brothers may like me, but I was pretty sure they had limitations on that. Not only was Esther their sister, but she was getting married in the morning. Thinking about Harold having her made my guts twist, filling my mouth with an acrid taste. He was an absolutely horrific man. He didn’t deserve her sweet face in his life. Or his bed.
As the minutes ticked by, I got the worst of the stain out, waiting to hear the click of the door upon Esther’s return. Hopefully, with clean trousers. The house was pretty big, but how long could it take to locate some?
Stepping from foot to foot, I checked my watch again, eleven fifteen. It had to have been twenty minutes or more, was she fucking with me?
The damp patch sat right against my groin as I pulled on my trousers and fastened my belt. Silence enveloped her bedroom as I opened the door and looked around. Empty. Where on earth was she? There was a chance a family member had waylaid her, so I decided to give her another ten minutes.
Each minute ticked by tortuously slowly as I checked and rechecked my watch, my eyes otherwise fixed on the bedroom door. Sweat beaded at the back of my neck, and I wiped at it while feeling jittery. By eleven twenty-five, I was pacing the room.
By eleven thirty, I was tearing her door open and going in search of her.
By eleven forty-five, my stomach felt like it was full of lead.
By twelve, I realised how truly fucked I was.
By twelve-thirty, Malcolm had hauled me in front of him, the siblings and a smattering of henchmen. I gulped down air, half expecting a bullet.
