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The insinuation alone leaves not much room for error.
Pairing it with a shiteating grin? Yeah, I’d say it paints a pretty sex filled picture for step-mommy dearest.
Luckily for my dick, Hendrix got distracted talking Carlo down fromhisobnoxious panicking over her, so it will live to fuck another day.
June apologizes as she interrupts Carlo and Hendrix. “Let’s get you to your room, baby,” she insists, nodding her chin to where the elevators are down the hall. “We can have a much needed cuddle sesh.”
Hendrix seems…genuinely interested…in sleeping with her mom.
Which makes it that much harder to want to sabotage it.
Mothers, man. They. Ruin. Everything.
The two take off together, and as if Hendrix can sense my disappointment, she glances at me over her shoulder.
I wink, letting her know we got all the time in the world for glorious fuck fests, and those gorgeous greens smile back at me in appreciation.
My eyes stay on Hendrix until she’s lost inside the elevator, then on the elevator for a while after. Theory appears at my side, joining me as I stare into the depths of a metal sliding door.
“Falling for the step-sis you hate…huh?” She whistles, then bumps me with her arm. “Bet that shit wasn’t on this year’s bingo card.”
34
Hendrix
The next few weeks flew by in a blur, a lot of the time spent with Saint and I settling into our new roles. Mostly in private, since I’m not quite ready to drop the bomb on my mother that I’m dating her stepson.
Thanks to Vic and Carlo, both of them with enough ties to the authorities and offers not many can refuse, I avoided any charges from Annalie or her family. Vic even offered a payout hefty enough for Annalie to sign an NDA, which allowed for the assault to stay under wraps along with the Lavell situation with the mob.
As for Archer, I made sure Carlo took care of him too.
The last thing my best friend needed was his family to have another reason to tug the leash.
Other than the guilt I’ve been fighting for how far I went with the bitch Annalie, things have been pretty quiet on the Hendrix end.
Well, as much as Saint will allow, anyway.
Warm breath and a wet tongue sliding up my pussy stirs me awake. “Mhmmm…” I wiggle in Saint’s iron grip around my thighs. “Will I ever wake up without you between my legs?”
“Would you really want to?” he questions with another lap.
“Yeah…not really.”
Saint chuckles as he continues exploring and nibbling on all the right places. “Now this is what I call a breakfast for champs.” He pushes a finger inside me once just to remove it, and when I look down, I find him lying on his stomach naked, hair messy, licking his finger. “Just like candy.” He groans, then dips his face again to suck more arousal from the entrance of my pussy.
Wet sounds and groans fill my dorm room as he picks me apart. “Fuuuuuuck…” I twist my fingers into the bed sheets. “It’s not fair how good you are at this.”
“Says the only one who reaps the benefits.”
“Ha! Now that’s quite the big fat lie.”
Saint rears back, genuine offense lining his face. “What the hell are you talking about?”
It was meant more as a running fuck boy joke, but now that I think about it, the idea of Saint making another girl, even before me, feel this good really hurts.
It’s absurd, and I guess cavewoman-ish, but I can’t help the ache forming in my chest knowing he’s shared moments like this with other girls.
Yeah, I’ve been with guys too. But it’s not the same.
