Page 61 of Mine to Ruin

I hear rustling and the pop of a cork, and she says, “I am ready now.”

“Did you just open a bottle of wine?”

“Yes, I am preparing myself. If it’s good news, I’ll drink to that. If it’s bad, well, bottoms up.”

“Mom…”

“Ellia Dewine, start talking.” The urgency in her voice is unmistaken.

“I met someone,” I say and draw a pattern on my leg. Her squeal pierces my ears, and I lament, “Thank you, Mom, for damaging my hearing.”

“Honey, I am not getting any younger here.”

“Have I told you lately what a drama queen you are?”

“In your absence, your father lets me know. Quite a lot, may I add. Don’t change the subject. I want details. How is he?” She curls up on the sofa with a glass of wine, looking at me expectantly.

I sigh dreamily. “He’s great.”

She pats her chest, emotions stark in her eyes. “Oh my God. Your voice, it sounds like someone in love. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”

“Mom, it’s not like I am thirty.”

“I know, but you are a late bloomer. So, you and him, how long has it been going on?”

“Around a month. And he’s… I am…”

She understands what I leave out. I have yet to come to terms that it happened to me. I am in love with someone, and not only someone, Kian, my stranger who helped me.

She sniffles, and I add, “I love you, Mom, hug Dad for me, will you?”

After I finish getting ready for bed, I send a quick message to Kian.

Luna misses you.

Just the pussy?

I can almost see him smirking and decide to push it a bit further.

She misses your fondling.

Does she now?

Yes, you’re very proficient at looking after her.

With such a beautiful pussy, how can I not?

I press my legs together. Need pulses between my thighs.

She feels pretty alone, all by herself.

I’ll take care of that. I can’t let my pussy think I am neglecting her. From now on, I’ll kiss her goodnight every night.

A moan escapes my lips, imagining his mouth on me, and lust swirls around in my head in a haze, and I write.

You’re trouble.

No, just hard.

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