Page 90 of Hiding Secrets
I wrap my hand around her throat and tug her face to mine, “Cum Elliott.” I growl as my cock twitches against her. Her nails dig into my shoulders, eyes hazy as I eat up every second of watching her come apart for me.
“That’s my girl.”
Her body shivers against me as I slowly continue to grind against her center, wanting to drag out this moment. I kiss both of her cheeks, then place one on her lips.
She smiles at me, “Let me.” Her hands drop to my lap but I grab them in mine, bringing them to my lips and giving each a soft and gentle kiss.
“No, this was all about you.” As badly as I want to sink my teeth into her, I wanted her to have this moment even more. Just for her.
And I loved every fucking second of watching her have it.
56
Elliott
I am aimlessly walking the hallways, cup of coffee in hand, trying to pass the time as Hunter works in his office. I usually sit with him or in the living room but I needed something different today. My training this morning left my skin buzzing and Marcus seemed eager for me to leave as soon as we were done.
So here I was, walking around the house I’ve been living in and I’m still learning new things about it. I pass the hall where the gym is, knowing that it’s a dead end. When I round another corner, a faint light illuminates on the floor from a cracked door. I don’t hear any sound but make sure to step softly as I inch closer.
The door creaks open a fraction more, and I freeze in my spot when a soft mew comes from the floor. My eyes drop to see a fluffy cat stretching as it walks out of the room. It lazily blinks up at me, taking a seat in the doorway.
They have a cat?
I’ve been here this long and I had yet to see this animal the whole time? How?
“Hey kitty,” I whisper, kneeling closer to the floor, resting my mug on my knee while offering my other hand to the cat. They take the offer wearily, craning their neck to sniff my hand. I hold my breath waiting to see if this adorable creature will allow me to pet them. They give me a soft meow, head butting my hand and rubbing against it. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing ever?” I coo, scratching their chin. They make their way around me, rubbing their body across mine before returning to the open door.
I stand to follow them when the door pushes open completely, making me almost jump out of my skin.
Marcus scoops the cat into his arms, “Oh, they are meowing atyou.” he says to me looking annoyed as ever that I’m in his presence. “Good little guard cat. Yes you are, Garbagè.”
My face scrunches up, “You named him Garbagè?”
“Her.” He corrects me, his hands still petting her. “And yes, I named her Garbagè.”
“Why would you name a cat that?”
“Because I found her in a garbage bag, it’s only fitting.” He shrugs.
“I can’t argue with that logic.” I giggle, sipping my now lukewarm coffee. “I didn’t picture you as a pet kind of guy.”
“Why are you picturing me as any kind of guy?”
I shift my stance to peek around his form to look into the room. It must be his bedroom with all of the furniture I see. There's a bed, a nightstand, and there are four computer monitors at his desk, the screens facing us.
My face drops when I see what’s on them.
There are pictures of members I recognize on one and another has blueprints of the town. He must be in the Everton server, or maybe it’s part of what he found the last time he got in.
“Ever heard of privacy?” Marcus says, taking a step in front of me to block my view.
“Those are Everton members.” I try to step around him, “Are you on their server?”
He places a hand on my chest, “No. I’m still siphoning through all the stuff I extracted from the last time I got in.” I push further on his hand, “Don’t go in my room.”
“I could help you.”
“Help me what?”
