Page 63 of The Companion Love Trap

Jokes on you, Mom. If you could only see your fat whore of a daughter now with a famous photographer, successful business owner, and genius tech mogul. The scandal! Just picturing the look on her face made me chuckle.

When I finally realized I’d never make my mother happy, I officially severed all ties with my family at the age of twenty-two. It was the real reason I dropped the ‘B’ in my name. ‘Beverly’ was dead to me. My maternal grandmother had always been a massive bitch, so I didn’t love being named after her, to begin with. Add in the years of my mother berating me, and I decided I no longer needed those bitches in my life, anyway.

Yeah, it might be petty, but as Everly, I’d recreated myself and become the woman I was today. I still had things to figure out, like what I wanted to do with my life, but I was happy.

I accepted myself—chubby belly and thick thighs included.

I didn’t shame myself for liking sex and instead relished in the fact I was good at it. Orgasms were the world’s best medicine. If half of the women my mother hung out with had more orgasms, they probably wouldn’t be as heinous.

“Your girlfriend’s awfully close with your best friend, Kieran,” Mr. Woodard remarked, giving me a salacious look.

“You’re funny, Leo,” a high-pitched voice chided. “Not only is he gay, but she’s too fat for any man to cheat with. They’re safe.” She chortled like he’d told the funniest joke on the earth.

Cruz, Kieran, Jace, and I froze; our smiles dropping as we took in the idiotic people gathered. It was a toss-up among us who’d speak up first, but I was glad I managed it and hoped Kieran wouldn’t hate me later for spilling secrets.

“Oh honey, you say fat like it’s a bad word.” I gave her a fake pout. “You can call me fat all you want. It doesn’t hurt my feelings. Nor does the fact you think I am and couldn’t get a man because of it. I have never, nor will I ever, care what you or anyone in your group think of me. You’re not going to make me feel bad about myself because I love who I am, regardless of what anyone else says. I listen to my body and give it what it wants. Including all the cock I can take.” I turned away, stopping and staring back at her shocked expression. “Just so you have all your information correct, this ‘gay man’ gives the best cunnilingus I’ve ever had.”

Her mouth dropped open, and she looked at the other men and women around, looking for support. Some of the women looked embarrassed for her and a few for me, but what was more interesting was how they were now looking at Jace. My possessive side came out, and I wrapped my arm around him, claiming him as mine as I leaned into his body. Jace’s head tilted down, a bright smile on his face as he stared at me, a little wonder in his eyes that quickly shifted to mischief—my lovable prankster.

“I’m not sure she knows what that word is, Firecracker. Her husband doesn’t look like the giving type. I doubt he’s ever actually pleased her to begin with.”

The man in question’s face turned red. I hadn’t meant to insult anyone. If anything, I was trying to defuse the situation to show her words didn’t hurt me and save Kieran’s relationship with these people. I didn’t have to like them for them to invest in his products. His creations changed people’s lives, so if they wanted to feel good for a moment of theirs by thinking they were doing something nice, so be it. At the end of the day, people who needed them would benefit from Kieran’s products being on the market.

A body warmed my back, soft fingers trailing over the exposed skin before stopping at the top of my butt. A bulge pressed into me, and I had to hide a moan in a fake yawn.

“I don’t believe I’m the right business for you to invest in, Mr. and Mrs. Vargas,” Kieran’s smooth voice said, bringing goosebumps to my skin.

“Wait—” Mr. Vargas started but stopped almost as quickly, making me want to look up to see Kieran’s eyes. I bet they were stone-cold.

“As for the rest of you, the last demonstration of my new VR starts soon. You’ll each have a room with headsets, and we’ll be transported to our virtual card game. All the money tonight will go toward my foundation, Voices in Motion.”

I sucked in a breath at the mention of Voices in Motion, a place I frequently volunteered at. How was it his? Could he get any better?

Kieran pressed into me, turning my body with his touch as he ushered me and Jace out of there. I wondered briefly if he was upset, if I had crossed over the boundary and offended his investors.

“I’m sorry—” we both said at the same time.

“You’re sorry?” I asked, confused.

“Most of those people are horrible, and I never noticed until I had something to care about.” He stroked my arm, his head tilting as he gazed at me. “Why are you sorry?”

“I thought I embarrassed you.” I bit my lip to stop myself from saying too much. Geez, I had it bad for this man.

“Embarrassed me? No. Never.” Kieran stepped closer and cupped my jaw. “The things they said infuriated me, and then I was angry at myself for not stepping in, lass.”

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t need you to stand up for me. I meant what I said. I don’t care what they say or think. I fought that battle long ago, and they won’t make me feel any differently. Thank you for caring enough about me to want to, but don’t be angry. It’s not needed. I promise.”

“I never would’ve been able to say anything to them before this trip. You’re making me brave, Mo Chuisle.”

“You do the same for me in different ways,” I admitted. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath of his cologne. “Do you have to go?” I asked, not wanting to be away from him.

“Unfortunately.” He bent his head to my forehead, his hands moving up and down my ribs.

“Can I come with you? Just to keep you company.” I bit my lip as naughty ideas filled my mind. Kieran didn’t seem to catch them and looked shocked I wanted to.

Earlier, when Jace and Cruz had disappeared, I’d pushed him into Cruz’s room under the guise of getting Buns, and sucked him until he exploded in my mouth. My pussy was so needy that I got him hard again and rode him until both our bodies shook from pleasure overload. We’d just come out when we ran back into Jace and Cruz.

But even with those two orgasms today, my pussy wasn’t done. The panties kept me in a perpetual state of need, and my exhibitionist side wanted to live on the dangerous side.

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