Page 56 of Isabela

“Argh, oh my God,” I gasp as my body shakes as I come down from my release.

“It’s just Gael and I, baby,” Aria says with giggle. “We’ll be everything you need, though, except we may do the worshiping.”

“Your sassy little mouth is going to get you in trouble, brat,” Gael says, stepping out of his pants and into the shower. “Come clean off my cock like the good little whore that you are.”

Aria winks at me as she kisses the inside of my thigh before going to him, and I’m treated to her sucking his cock thoroughly.

“Bad girls don’t get my cum,” he grunts. “All you get is a taste.”

“You’re no fun,” she grumbles with his cock in her mouth, making me giggle. Gael showers quickly before he turns off the water and helps us dry off.

“We took a long nap, are you still tired?” Gael asks as we walk into the bedroom.

“Ugh, I’m not. I think I may have messed up my sleep schedule,” I sigh.

“How do you feel about a late movie night?” Aria asks. “Put on something comfortable and come sleep in our room. You already know you’ll just wake up to Gael and I in here otherwise.”

I chuckle because it’s true, and nod as I pick up my bag to find clothes. I’m a little concerned about my nightmares, but it seems par for the course with my life. Gael and Aria leave to dress in their room, and I pull out underwear and a pair of sleep shorts with a tank-top.

It feels surreal to get dressed and braid my hair before I peek my head out the door. Aria looks around the corner of a room down the hall and waves, making me giggle. She’s in a blue cropped tank-top and boy shorts.

I’m not equipped to deal with how sexy Aria Murphy is.

Walking down the hall to meet her, I squeeze her hand as I step into the room. There’s a king size canopy bed in the middle of the space, with a television that appears to come out of the footboard. Fancy.

The room is done in dark greens and grays, with pops of dark blue pillows. I can see the masculine-feminine energy in here, and it fits the two of them perfectly.

“Any preference for a movie?” Gael asks from the bed as he opens NETFLIX.

“No horror or anything scary, please,” I request. Their bed is really high, and I don’t know how Aria manages to get in and out of it without jumping. When she pulls out a little footstool, I giggle as I climb up.

“Don’t laugh at my stool,” she says with a grin. “This damn bed is too tall for me otherwise.”

We snuggle together as we choose a movie, and I’m impressed by how damn normal it feels. I fall asleep halfway through the second movie, with my head on Gael’s shoulder.

“Two guards?” I ask Gael. I’m standing beside the truck with him in the university parking lot meeting two Society members that are apparently going to follow me around today. “Are we sure this isn’t over-kill?”

“I don’t,” says Michael. He and Lily are going to walk me to classes. They have a free day today, so they’ll be studying in between escorting me around campus. “From what I understand, there is a real threat, and this is how we’re handling it until it can be neutralized.”

“Why does it sound so normal when you say it like that?” I ask, exasperated. “Dammit, Gael, this isn’t fair.”

He smirks at me as he puts his finger underneath my chin and pushes it up, until my eyes meet his. “I love you. Be good.”

My jaw drops as he kisses my forehead and walks away. He just said what I think he did. Right?

“Shit,” I whisper.

“Let’s go then,” Lily says, hiding a smile.

“I… yeah,” I mutter. “I am so over my head right now.”

“That’s true of anything different.” Michael shrugs. Neither of them think anything of Dr. Gael Murphy telling me he loves me. Alrighty then.

I walk with Michael and Lily to the class. I happen to be teaching today, for the professor I TA for. I wasn’t going to do it, because today was the day my life basically ended. However, since we’re telling the mayor to fuck off, I told my professor I could handle it.

I’m in a black skater skirt with suspenders, a white tank-top and combat boots, and I’m already getting looks as I cross campus. I’m not sure if it’s my new companions or my outfit, though.

“You’re marked as a friend of the Society,” Michael says without looking at me. “Lily and I are seniors who joined when we were freshmen. Most people don’t know what we’re about, but they see status and wealth when they think about the Eagna Society. I don’t know if you’re planning to join as a full member or not?”

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