Page 54 of Devious Gambit

“I think this is my favorite,” I breathed, feeling the wonder of uninhibited movement and glorious hands everywhere…everywhere.

“I figured that,” he grunted, thrusting himself inside me again.

We increased our pace, pounding so hard the bed began to creak and groan. At one point, I thought we were going to snap a leg. I needed to get the grief and guilt out of me and sex seemed like a great reprieve. The deeper and harder I worked his penis, the better I felt.

Just as I came into orgasm, Mr. Ed swept my hair from my face and uttered while bouncing up and down, “You’re fucking beautiful, Rhys.”

The orgasm gushed through my body and I gasped as he wrapped his arms around me still thrusting, until I was done. We collapsed in an exhausted heap, our arms and legs knotted together, breathing heavily.

“Another damn great fuck, Rhys,” Mr. Ed stated. “It just gets better and better.”

“Did you really mean that?” I asked, catching my breath.

“Yep.”

“I mean, when you said I was beautiful.”

He turned his head to look me in the eye. “Men have a tendency to say things when we’re in the moment.”

“Oh. Okay.” My heart sank.

“But I definitely meant that,” he added, shooting me wink. “Sexy and beautiful.”

I frowned. “Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“No, I’m not. Fuck, Rhys. If I didn’t think you were beautiful, I wouldn’t keep coming back for more, would I. I’d just fuck that titty groupie or some other chick. Your low opinion of yourself gets very boring, might I add.”

“No one has ever called me beautiful before.”

“Maybe not to your face. Shit girl. Guys look at you. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. They eye you up and check out your cute ass as you go by.”

I frowned. “That’s gross.”

“The reason you don’t notice is because you’ve always got your head down, hiding behind your hair or books or whatever. At least when you’re working in Stads you tie your hair up. That’s where I first noticed you, in Stads. Ooooooh weee, bouncy pony tail, cute little ass, sassy attitude, a bit weird.”

“Oh bullcrap.” I sat up, slipped my sweater back on and searched for my panties. “I’m going to have a shower.”

“Mind if I join you to save water?”

I licked my lips. “Umm.” I was hoping to have a little bit of privacy, while I cleaned myself.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” and threw the duvet off his naked body and boldly stood up for the world and I to see his bits.

After taking a shower together, and hunting about for his tee shirt that we couldn’t find, I finally got rid of him. Space in the shower cubicle was tight and I found myself squashed against the shower wall as we soaped our bodies. I did enjoy us shampooing each other’s hair and massaging our scalps, then watching the foamy water wash away.

The shower scene was definitely one of my favorite moments with Mr. Ed. I’m filing these memories for when he’s gone forever to bring out on a day when I’m lonely and sad, and in need of some cheering up.

I made the bed and found Mr. Ed’s Chicago Bulls tee shirt bundled up amongst the sheets. Holding it to my face, I breathed in his scent. Stupidly, I was falling for him and I had to pull myself together to stop the train wreck from happening. The only person who was going to get hurt was me. However, I wondered if he’d mind if I kept his tee shirt, just for a little memento. The distinct sounds of Marjorie opening the garage door pulled me out of my little romantic daydream, and I tossed the tee shirt aside. I listened as the car door opened and closed and the engine started up. I waited until she was gone, before I decided to set out for the day.

I was just about to leave for class when I heard heavy footsteps coming up the wooden steps. Assuming it was Mr. Ed coming back for his tee shirt I stepped to the door and opened it.

I was dead wrong.

The door was thrown open, Liam effen Greene stepped inside eating up the small space in my apartment with his enormous body. He was bigger than Mr. Ed and meaner. He narrowed his eyes at me and clenched his jaw as his rough skin turned the color of beetroot.

“Get out!” I demanded.

“I have proof you killed Sweeney!” he pointed his big finger at me. It was at this point I noticed he was swaying a little, as if spun out on something, and his eyes briefly rolled back into his skull. The suffocating stench of body odor drifted off him, tainting the scent of Mr. Ed. Even though he terrified me, he also didn’t seem quite with it, like he was about to pass out.

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