Page 38 of Not A Whisper

His warning comes too late. Hot cum shoots down my throat. With his dick so deep down my throat, all I can do is swallow quickly as I attempt to breathe through my nose. God, don’t let me die like this. ‘Drowned in cum’ isn’t what I want written on my tombstone.

“Come on, dollface,” Trip urges.

He curls his fingers inside of me, pressing on just the right spot. My vision goes black, then, as it comes back, stars explode. My body clenches down tight around Trip’s fingers as the restof me trembles hard. Instinctually, my pelvis grinds against Trip’s hand as I cum. At the same time, my throat continues to swallow down everything Jason gives me.

I’m spent by the time my body relaxes and Jason’s finished. I clean Jason’s cock, lapping up any cum and saliva I’ve left behind before I pull my mouth off him. Trip removes his fingers slowly and pulls my leggings back up.

“God, I’m so fucking hard…” Trip grunts. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into one of you tonight.”

I laugh. Rather than sit up, I twist so that I’m lying on my back, my head still in Jason’s lap and my legs over Trip’s.

“I’m more than happy to take care of that now for you,” I offer with a salacious smile.

“Naw, I want a proper fuck tonight.AfterI see what you’ve been hiding.”

I roll my eyes, a smile sliding into place. Hiding. Sure, whatever he says.

A comfortable silence falls over us. Jason’s hand comes down to caress my face. My eyes flutter shut at the gentle touch. After an early start, a nerve-racking few hours, and a delicious orgasm, sleep isn’t too far out of reach. Add the warmth coming from the vents, and I’m drifting, toeing the line between consciousness and unconsciousness.

Jason breaks the silence just as I’m about to fall asleep.

“Just so you know, dollie, there are nophaseswith us. It was the right time for you to meet our parents,” he mutters. “And you did beautifully.”

When we arrive backat my apartment, the guys immediately head to the office. Instead of joining them, I get ready for bed. When I step out of the bathroom after brushingmy teeth, I find the two of them have brought everything out into the living room.

I join them, curling up on the couch while they sit on the floor.

“This company has been crazy busy over the past year since they arrived in Groveton. I see their employees all the time at my client’s houses. According to your notes, you talked directly to the owners?” Trip asks, holding up the page of information about potential solar panels.

I nod slowly. “Yeah, the owner is Josie Fishner, she’s really nice. I had lunch with her two, maybe three weeks ago. She said she was eager to work on a large-scale project.” I pause as I rub my eyes. “You know something? The first question out of her mouth when I met up with her was if I worked for Garry. Actually, a lot of the companies I’ve touched base with asked the same thing in slightly different ways. It was like they were suspicious of my motives or something. It’s been odd.”

“It’s not odd. The established companies here in Groveton, the ones that have been here as long as Garry, can’t escape him. He’s twisted their arms in a way that has them bending at the knee for him.” Trip shakes his head, looking down at the paper in his hand. “But the new companies that move here make it a point to stay as far away from that bastard as possible. He’s toxic, and they can smell the poisonous fumes a mile away.”

Jason jerks his head up from the binder full of color swatches.

“Wait, what did you tell her?” His lips pinch together as his brows furrow.

“I’ve been approaching places telling them I’m working for a company that’s looking into moving into the area, and I’m just doing my due diligence and research. I would never jeopardize your project or your identities.”

Jason’s shoulders relax and he shoots me a smile. “You’re incredible.”

I preen under his compliment.

He scoots closer, using the couch to lean against as he and Trip continue to pour through my collective work. Somehow, I end up laying across the couch, my fingers lazily raking through Jason’s curls—marveling at how soft they are.

My hooded gaze slides over to Trip. His expression is pinched in concentration as he reads. This feels nice, spending time together. As my eyes slide shut, a smile spreads across my lips. Tonight is almost perfect.

Too bad we’re missing one person.

“Hey.”Someone shakes me awake.

I blink the sleep from my eyes. Jason crouches down in front of me, his dimples deep as he smiles at me.

“What time is it?” I grumble.

“It’s late.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

Slowly, I force myself to sit up. With a nod I mumble, “I’ll be right there.”

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