Page 29 of The Trust
“It’s your turn,” he mutters and leans back on his haunches, the plug in his grip.
I watch, my heart thudding in my chest as Jordan spreads my legs and teases the taper of the toy over my sensitive entrance.
“O-okay,” I breathe out and bite my lip as the tip slips inside my rim.
He works it in and out, his release slicking the way, and I groan.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Mac,” he whispers and pushes the largest part of the toy into my hole. Filling me, body and heart, withhim. “Me alegro mucho de que mi corazón te haya elegido.”
I don’t quite catch all of that, but I grin anyways.
I know enough to recognize he’s saying some sweet shit about choosing me, and I reach up to palm the back of his neck. Haul him back down on top of me. Press my lips to his and lick my way back into his mouth.
The only thing that stops me from keeping up the make-out session for the rest of the day is the sound of my phone ringing somewhere in the distance.
A moment later, Jordan’s fur kid hops up onto the bed and meows right next to us as if telling me I need to move my ass.
When Jordan finally pops his lips free, his smile shines down on me.
“Outside the bubble is calling,” he mutters and leans over to touch his forehead to Cookie’s. She nuzzles him, then stretches closer to nudge at my cheek.
“Ugh. I don’t wanna move now.”
Jordan snickers and snags the cat with his clean hand before she can wander into a mess and climbs off the bed.
I miss him immediately.
But watching him tuck the black and white cat into his chest and carry her back out to her tree?
Priceless.
Stretching, I take my time getting to my feet and making my way into the bathroom.
I’m halfway through emptying my bladder and shivering from the tickle of the toy in my ass when Jordan peeks his head in.
“Peach says he’s out front. I gotta run.”
I shake and cup my dick so I can lean over and kiss my man.
“Love you.”
He grins and slaps my ass. “Te amo.”
Mac
Do I do thison purpose?
Showered, dressed, and trying not to think about the fullness of my ass, I peek around the corner of the employee hallway that leads out onto the gym floor.
I could tell my part time bodyguard to meet me out back instead.
Just as I could insist that we start staying at my place.
But there’s something about slinking my way through the machines, passing people that might recognize me, and making it out alive without becoming a tourist attraction that has me doing this from time to time.
Seven a.m. is still too early for the gym rat population, right?
Seven in the morning is still too early forme, but hey, when the jeweler said they’d be willing to see me about my custom request before the doors opened, I happily agreed. I don’t sleep much once Jordan gets out of bed anyway.
