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“I love your fucking girls,” he growled before giving them all the attention I could ever want.
I wondered if they would get bigger if I kept eating more. I had only gained about seven pounds, but I liked the way I looked better and I felt so much better. Maybe it would be okay to gain some more? Maybe I wanted a booty my men would get hard for and breasts to fill their hands fully?
Maybe.
They didn’t seem to have any complaints, and I wanted to do it for me if I did decide to gain any weight. It felt nice to be normal last night and just eat on a picnic and not freak out about calories and being torn down later.
And mostly I had that chance because mother was gone. Maybe her voice inside my head would die off too now that I knew I really was free of her?
That would be so fucking nice.
Apparently, Jackson wasn’t the only one dying to know what oral sex was like because Jesse found me after dinner and gave me the same attention. And even more, he didn’t want to return the favor until it was time to make it official.
What the hell had I done in life to deserve that kind of spoiling? Whatever it was, I would do it again and again.
And again.
I did ask Jared to sleep over in my bed that night since we hadn’t after our date and I liked the idea of that. I wanted to be a woman who could let her lover in her bed and enjoy being held.
Eventually.
For now, I could do a night here and there, and they seemed to understand I couldn’t handle more than that which was awesome.
A few days passed, and I started to get antsy if they changed their minds or if we were going to make it official. Yes, I wanted sex, and I wanted a lot of sex now that I was getting a sexual appetite, but more than that, I wanted the security of knowing they were mine. Even if it was way too fast, I wanted it.
They were working in the attic to keep on with the AC and heat installation when the doorbell rang. I quickly threw up my hair and put up my hood out of habit as I made my way to the door.
One of the first things I’d done was put up a no soliciting sign by the driveway after someone had just shown up on a huge farm like this to try and sell me on… I didn’t open the door I’d been so freaked out.
I peeked out the side window, my eyes going wide when there were two police officers and a squad car parked there. They gave me sad smiles and that didn’t help my panic, but I couldn’t just ignore them, so I opened the door.
“Larissa Carter?” the closer one asked as I moved into view but kept the door mostly closed.
“Yes, can I help you?” I replied, proud when my voice was even. Cops terrified me, not because of anything they’d done, but because of whatIdid and the fact I’d been a runaway.
“Can we come in a few minutes?”
“Um, sure, I just have to hide some stuff.” My eyes went wide as I realized how that sounded to the cops. “Nothing illegal! I swear, just confidential.” I blew a raspberry when they couldn’t even hide their shock. “I work with confidential client information, so if you want to look around the house if you’re here to search me—”
“We’re not here for that and we’ll stay out of that room,” he promised.
“Um, okay. Sorry, I don’t think the police have ever shown up on my door.” I frowned as I unlocked the screen door and pushed it open. “Ever.” I led them into the kitchen and offered them some iced tea bottles. “Sorry, I just moved in not long ago.” I fidgeted with my hood. “I’m not even sure if the deed has been filed as mine.”
“It has,” he said. “But we got your address from your previous contact information.”
“Um, I pay my taxes, so what is this about?” I asked, really nervous now.
“We came to inform you that your mother—”
“Please don’t tell her where I am,” I blurted, years of instinct taking over my brain instead of remembering she was dead for almost a week now.
They shared a glance, but the first one was the only one to do any talking. “Why would you not want her to know where you are?”
“Um, we had a falling out, well, years ago,” I answered, fidgeting even worse. “Please don’t tell people that. They’ll bother me, and I don’t want to be involved with her or… What is this about if she didn’t send you to find me?”
“‘Find you’ sounds more than a falling out, Ms. Carter,” he pushed.
I blew out a harsh breath. “I don’t want to explain when you won’t even tell me what’s going on. I didn’t do anything wrong and I’m an adult now, so the fact I ran away shouldn’t have—”
