Page 62 of White Hole

“That’s the deal, Georgie.” Her dark red stained lips raised into a smirk.

“Who’s to say that you won’t just demand I impregnate you after a threesome?”

“Yeah. Who’s to say? I guess you’ll just have to trust me.” As her green eyes raised, she batted her eyelashes at me and smiled sweetly. “Or trust that I wantboth.”

I pressed my palm into my forehead. Shit. This had to end somehow. I couldn’t keep jumping through her hoops. It would never stop. Her demands would get more outrageous. What was next? A foursome with Kins, her, and Alenna together? Roping Aaron into this? Porn?

“I can’t get it up tonight. If you suck me off, you’re gonna taste my girl.”

“Good.” Deftly, she eased to her knees in front of me. “It’ll prepare me for when I can taste her fully.”

Unzipping my jeans, she fished out my flaccid cock. There was no way. I was in love with Kinsley. I couldn’t do this. The nausea rolled over in my stomach when Gianna put her lips on the tip of my cock. Catfish threatened to come up. Running to the bathroom, I made it just in time to lose my entire dinner into the toilet.

Gianna’s cackles echoed off the tiles. I couldn’t stop retching.

“Poor, poor, baby Georgie.” Gianna stood in the doorway while I hugged the porcelain. I guess I was never going to eat at Lees on the River again. The thought of catfish made me throw up again.

“I can’t do this, Gianna,” I panted out.

In a rare motion of empathy, Gianna filled a glass from the bathroom sink with dirty tap water and handed it to me. It was so brown, I didn’t drink it.

“Bring her. I want her here. I want to taste what you taste and share her with you. I want to break her like I broke you.”

Had she? Was I broken? My head throbbed, throat was raw, and my stomach was filled with acid. Yeah. I felt broken.

Gianna stood back to allow me to leave. Maybe she would have pity on me this time.

“Your puke smell has turned me off. Hopefully you get her here before I ovulate, for your sake. Otherwise, I’m happy to have a big George the third.” Her eyes blazed. “Maybe a Georgina.”

She walked with me to the door and opened it, leaning up to kiss my sticky cheek. When I turned my head, a small woman with dark hair stood just outside in front of me with a look of murder in her eyes.

“Oh! Baby, you did bring her!” Gianna rubbed a hand down my chest as Kinsley glared at the two of us. My blood stopped moving in my arteries. She must have followed me. The impact of her eyes on mine was like two asteroids colliding. The explosion was more painful than anything I’d ever felt before.

Kinsley turned on a heel and stomped into the parking lot.

“Kins, wait! Sins, please!” She quickened her pace towards her car, which was parked near my truck. My long legs managed to catch up and get to the driver’s side door before she could. I pressed my large body in front of it, blocking her from getting inside. “Please listen.”

The darkness of the night was only broken by the neon light of a motel vacancy sign, and yet, I could still see how red her face was. Despite all the times I’d pissed her off or hurt her, this was worse.

“Move.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Get out of my way, George.”

I swallowed. “Please.”

I saw it happen in slow motion, but wasn’t going to stop it. Kinsley reared back her arm and slapped my face with as hard a hit as she could manage. Her little arms tried to shove me out of the way with both hands gripping my chest. It would have been cute if I wasn’t devastated. I had to let her go.

My knees hit the ground in front of her, no longer able to hold me up. The desperation within me to keep her was too great. Grasping her around the waist, I buried my face in her stomach and cried. “Please, please, Kinsley, don’t leave.”

Tears hadn’t so much as formed in my eyes since the day my mother left. Now they were freely falling. A scream ripped out of my chest and into the dead air ending with a sob.

I was that little boy again.

Kinsley stood still as a statue, looking everywhere but at me.

“Please, I’m sorry. It’s not what you think. I don’t want this. Please don’t leave me.”

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