Page 138 of Mayhem
“Shit,” he stated, his hold on her waist tightening briefly before letting her go. “Fuck.Fuck,” he groaned.
Erin’s brow furrowed because he was clearly upset. She pushed up onto her hands, and he pulled out of her. She looked at him to find him looking between her legs. There was no need for her to wonder what he was looking at. She could feel his cum slipping out of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling his attention.
“I’m sorry.”
She assumed he meant because he’d sometimes been rougher than usual. “It’s fine. You didn’t hurt me, and a couple of bruises aren’t going to kill me,” she shrugged.
“Not that. I didn’t mean to cum in you. Ishouldn’thave cum in you. Not without asking you.”
Erin turned to face him with a smile. “It’s fine. I trust that neither of you would put me at risk that way, and you know that I’m on birth control.” She sat up on her knees, feeling more of his cum leaking out of her. “And you trust me to take it, right?”
“Of course, baby.”
“Then it’s fine.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. “And considering that most of your cum has spilled out of me, I suggest you work on giving me more.” She bit his bottom lip. “Or I will start acting like a brat.”
Cruz chuckled against her lips. “Well, we can’t have that.”
Erin pulled him down on top of her as she laid back. “Then you better get to work.”
His eyes darkened, and she was more than prepared to deal with the animal she was intent on prodding and letting loose.
39
“Hey, my sweet girl!”
Erin hugged her grandmother as her dad followed behind her with their luggage. She glanced over Grams’ head at the amused look on her dad’s face and knew that something funny had happened on the plane or that Erin was about to get in trouble. Her dad always seemed to get a kick out of her grandmother scolding her. When she felt a hard sting on her ass, she knew it was the latter.
“Ouch, Grams,” Erin stated, instinctively reaching back to rub the spot while looking down at the other woman. Her grandmother was five feet of pure energy at her age. She would admit that she was amused. Grams had gone from hugging her like she missed her most in the world to popping her for whatever reason.
“Why did I have to find out from your father that you were in a, a um…” Grams trailed off, snapping her fingers. “A polymorph!” she exclaimed when the word came to her. The incorrect word.
“Julia, I think that’s part of a video game,” her dad said, amusement evident in his voice.
“You know what I’m trying to say.” Grams began to whisper. “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting two dicks? I had to find out from Morris.”
“Okay, Julia. I didn’t say it like that.”
Erin laughed, shaking her head. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“I was surprised.” She looped her arm through Erin’s and headed towards the exit. “Tell me all about it.”
“Why don’t we get some lunch, and I’ll fill you in before taking you to your hotel.”
Like her father, her grandmother always got a hotel room when visiting her. Erin had told them multiple times that she didn’t mind them staying with her, but they didn’t want to encroach on her space. She thought it silly since she had no problems encroaching on theirs when she visited them.
When they were seated in a restaurant close to their hotel, drinks on the table and waiting for their food, her grandmother looked at her expectantly.
“I met Paetyn and Cruz three years ago when Alijah moved here. We were friendly when I visited. It wasn’t until last year that I noticed their behavior towards me changing. I ignored it because of our friends; we were the odd people out, and people sometimes playfully flirted. Paetyn and I exchanged numbers because he was coming to Florida for an expo and wanted to get a tattoo. From there, we continued to text, and he gave Cruz my number after asking me. The rest fell into place.”
“How old are they? What do they do? What’s the sex like? Come on, Erin. Morris wouldn’t tell me anything once he knew I wasn’t aware.”
Her father snorted. “Even if I had told you something, how would I answer that last question?”
Erin laughed at the appalled look on her dad’s face. She wasn’t surprised by Grams’ last question. She’d always been all about having open conversations and was easy to talk to. She supposed that was where her mother had gotten it, where her father had adapted it.
“They’re both thirty-eight, but Paetyn will be thirty-nine next month. Cruz owns a security company, C.A. AdvancedTechnologies, which, at this point, I have my suspicions that it’s taking over the world, and he might be Batman.” Her Grams laughed. “Paetyn is a restauranter. He owns over two dozen and was recently a judge on a cooking show that airs next month.”
