Page 91 of The Dollhouse

Minutes passed as Carter continued to pump into me, fucking me like an animal would fuck its mate. He filled me up to the brink, pushing himself to the edge, and when he came, I was certain it was a sight to behold.

His cock slammed into me, causing all of the air in my lungs to whoosh out in a single grunt. Carter let out a growl of a groan, coming inside me, filling me up with more cum, coating my inner walls in the hot, sticky stuff. When he pulled out of me, that same cum would leak out of my pussy and dribble down my thighs, and I’d spend the rest of the night with it staining my panties—and you know what? I wouldn’t care. I liked knowing I’d been marked.

Though we could spend all night in this room, none of us growing tired of it or what we did, after Carter came, he pulled out of me, breathing hard, allowing me the space to go for my clothes and get dressed. I didn’t like spending the entire shift back here, as much as I wanted to—and Ididwant to, trust me—but I had girls out there I felt obligated to watch over. If anyone got handsy, I wasn’t afraid to kick their asses out. After getting shot, after seeing pain on my girls’ faces, I felt responsible for them.

Leaving them to go to Hillcrest was going to be hard, but I trusted Jamie to run a tight ship, to keep everything in order. She’d worked here far longer than me, so really, it was only natural for me to go to her.

Before leaving the backroom, I gave both Carter and Roman a kiss on the cheek. Who knew the next chapter of my life would be going back to the one place I never thought I’d see again?

The smell of bacon woke me up. Or it greeted me as I woke from a dreamless sleep. Either way, the air was filled with the scent of the best breakfast meat ever, and I yawned as I sat up, stretching and running my fingers through my hair. My eyes were slow to open, and from my bed on the far end of the studio apartment, I saw Lake near the stove, cooking.

I still lived in the same old rinky-dink apartment next to Lake, even though Roman had told me I should move in with him a while back. A part of me had wanted to, and that same part of me still wanted to, but another part of me liked having some independence.

Plus, this way I could be close to Lake—I didn’t think he would ever be willing to move into Roman’s house with me. He could share me, sometimes participate in a threesome or two with Carter and me, but that was it. Lake was not the biggest fan of Roman or Carter, for obvious reasons.

He was… so freaking normal, and I loved him for it.

I silently lay back down on my pillow, rolling to my side to stare at Lake near the stove. His blond hair was kind of a mess, a bit too shaggy. He needed a haircut, but I wouldn’t tell him that, because I loved running my fingers through that hair when we were together. Gave me something to pull on when I kissed his neck the way he liked.

“You know,” Lake started, not tearing his eyes off the pan in front of him, “I heard you yawn. I know you’re up. You’re not as quiet as you think you are.” At that, he tossed a glimpse over to me, his lips curled into a dimpled smile. His blue eyes twinkled with mirth, and I gave up my ruse of still being asleep.

I’d given him a key to my place a while ago, so he liked to pop in on the days he didn’t have work or any classes. Since I worked at a strip club, I tended to have a whacky sleeping schedule, but we made it work. We made it work, and I couldn’t be happier.

I loved him. I loved him so much.

I sat up, swinging my legs off the bed and stretching again, another yawn bubbling its way up my throat. Yeah, I could see what he meant. My yawns weren’t exactly stealthy. My legs were clad in booty shorts, a thin tank top on my chest, nothing else. No bra, no panties. I liked to feel the fabric on my nipples, the coolness between my legs. Plus, it made the men in my life go crazy when they were with me.

I moved to stand behind him, hugging him around his midsection and leaning my face against his back. “I love the smell of bacon in the morning,” I mumbled against his shirt.

Lake quipped back, “Oh, I know. It’s why I thought I’d surprise you with some—although it isn’t really morning anymore.” He gestured to his phone, which sat on the counter near the stove, screen up.

I let him go, tapping his screen to see what time it was. After eleven. Huh. Closer to lunch than anything else, but I’d always take bacon. I could eat bacon at every meal and never get tired of it. And chewy bacon? The best kind of bacon.

He turned around, his lips finding mine. He kissed me softly, sweetly, the kind of kiss that melted away all of my insides, warmed up my heart, and kickstarted everything else. When Lake kissed me, all I could think about was that mouth, the dimples attached, and the goofy, sarcastic, somewhat nerdy guy behind it. Fuck, I really had it bad for him.

When the kiss ended, I muttered, “I guess I’m going to hop in the shower.”

“All right,” he said, grinning, the dimples in his cheeks as cute as ever. “Pancakes should be done by the time you get out.”

Ooh, baconandpancakes? A gal couldn’t get any luckier.

I went to the small bathroom my apartment had, hopped in the shower and washed my hair. Had to take a semi-cold shower, at least when my hair was under the water. If I took hot showers, the pink color in my hair faded like a bitch, and it needed to be re-dyed every two weeks, otherwise it started to look a little ratty. Who knew having cool hair was such work?

It didn’t take me too long to rinse off and get clean, and after I stepped out of the shower and turned the water off, I wrapped a towel around my body and went out into the apartment. I had a small dresser across from the bed, where all my clothes were. I didn’t have much; I still didn’t see the point in tons of material possessions. Sure, it had been a culture shock coming from Hillcrest, but when you had less, you tended to appreciate things more.

I got dressed, and as I did so, I kept tossing glances over my shoulder at Lake, finding he peeked over at me every now and then. “I don’t mind if you watch,” I chimed in, smiling as I pulled my shirt down over my stomach, now fully clothed, sadly.

Lake chuckled, although his cheeks did turn a bit pinker. “Watching is your other boyfriend’s thing, not mine.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his tone. “Right, you only like to participate.”

“Hey,” he said, making plates for both of us, full of mini-stacks of pancakes and bacon. Oh, and couldn’t forget loads and loads of butter. “That was… I still don’t know why I let you persuade me into that.”

“I have my ways.”

“Apparently so.” Lake grinned, bringing me my plate and then going back to get his. We sat at a teeny, tiny table adjacent to the kitchen area, a table that was made for only two people. It barely had enough room for us and our plates.

I swallowed. “There is something I wanted to talk to you about, actually.” I took a piece of bacon first, tearing off a huge chunk and chewing it as I waited for Lake to respond. My eyes took him in. He wore a Marvel T-shirt, along with jeans that hugged his legs oh so perfectly. The boy next door, quite literally. My boy next door.

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