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“Trask.”
“Yes, love?”
“Make me cum. Please.”
I smiled at her, blowing cool air over her clit. She shivered under me. “Finish the chapter, sweetheart.”
She groaned but picked the book up.“This day was only the first of many similar ones for the emancipated Mole, each of them longer and full of interest as the ripening summer moved onward. He learnt to swim and to row—oh, Trask, I’m close!”
I slowed my tongue. I brought her right to the edge but pulled back, smiling against her.
She cleared her throat and slowed her breathing. “...entered into the joy of running water; and with his ear to the reed-stems he caught, at intervals, something of what the wind went whispering so constantly among them.” She snapped the book closed. “Trask, please. Don’t make me beg.”
I moaned against her sweet cunt. “I love it when you say please.”
“Please.”
I sucked just a little harder.
“Please.”
I took my finger and slowly entered her, still holding her hips down.
“Please,” she groaned.
I curled my fingers inside of her and she came apart against me. Her hips bucked and legs twitched.
“Oh my goodness.” She was flushed, looking like the beautiful mess she was. “Merry Christmas to me,” she whispered.
25
ELIZA
Ispent the following two weeks I had off of school bouncing between Rosalie’s place and Trask’s apartment. I didn’t dare go back to my grandparents for more than a few hours at a time. At that point, most of my things were at Rosalie’s or in my car. And I’d barely seen Rosalie since she and her boyfriend had gotten more serious. Trask and I managed to grab dinner with them a few times. Things felt normal, for both Rosalie and me and I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
“Is it wrong to think that everything is going to blow up in my face?” I asked Rosalie from my spot on her couch.
Rosalie was busy sketching something on her iPad but managed to grab a pillow and throw it at me. “You were always quite the pessimist.”
“Realist.”
“Where is this coming from?” she asked, throwing another pillow at me. She had ample ammunition, always favoring soft blankets and pillows over other decor.
“Look at us!” I threw my hand up in the air. “Eliza and Rosalie. In healthy relationships, with our side hustles turning into actual businesses. We’re leaving our past behind. My probation is nearly up. I can move out! What a concept! I think I’ll have enough income for that too. You and your doctor man are preparing to meet each other's parents! I would love to be a fly on the wall for that.”
Rosalie groaned. “Don’t remind me. That is going to be a nightmare on both sides. Speaking of nightmares, my mom broke in here a few times when I was gone. Drake helped me change the locks. A new key is on the counter for you.”
“Damn, your mother is a piece of work. At least I don’t see mine.”
“Way to look on the bright side,” she mumbled.
“I’m serious though, don’t you ever just feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop?”
“If the other shoe does drop, it just means they weren’t right for the outfit. Grab a new pair and keep moving ahead.”
I laughed. “Wow, that was quite the metaphor, maybe you should go into writing.”
She snorted. “I just like shopping and you know it. Look, nothing bad is going to happen, at least not something you can’t handle. What you’ve been through—”
