Page 71 of Keeping Her Under
A poster girl for sex.
And that’s the view Ryan is gifted with when he comes to save his mom.
Thirty-Five
“My boss wants to thank you for all your help,” Ash murmurs to Ryan as they enter the warehouse.
I’m hiding in the shadows, but the light on my phone is enough to show my face – though I doubt my coworker notices me at all. While I’m watching the teddy cam footage (Asher left the bear in the car with Summer), Ryan is watching his mom.
My girl is sedated.
His is dressed up like a doll.
Lifting my eyes, I clock the hunger on his face.
My cousin shifts behind him. He leans down to whisper in his ear. “She’s blindfolded and so well trained. She’ll take your hard cock like you always wanted.”
Ryan trembles but doesn’t deny it.
“She can suck you off like you used to suck on her tits.” He reaches around Ryan’s waist and undoes his pants as he talks. The guy is so focused on his mom, he doesn’t even seem to notice. “She can ride you like a cowgirl, gripping your ‘horse’ hard with her pussy lips.”
Grabbing said cock, he tugs it free of the cloth. He strokes it as he nibbles on the nurse’s ear. “You deserve a reward for all the things you’ve done to save her. She owes you her life. Owes you from saving her from all the other rapes that would’ve happened.”
He pumps Ryan’s cock faster. The man sags on a little moan. Pre-cum leaks from his length.
“So go take what you’re owed.” He shoves Ryan forward. “She will never know you’re not me.”
As the nurse stumbles towards his mom – first tentatively, then so desperately, Asher turns to face me. The heat in his eyes is a mirror of mine. Seeing Summer on the teddy cam again makes me want to bury my cock in her pussy and show her how much I love her.
Part of me even wants to bring her in here and watch the two of them fuck. I know she can chase away my demons, and I want them gone. I don’t want to be broken anymore. I don’t want to be triggered by the thought of sex with someone who’s awake. By the mere sight of it. The sound of it.
But I’ve used her enough.
My needs are no longer a priority.
“Go ahead and go,” Asher says with a grin. “I’ve got it from here.”
Nodding, I turn to leave right as Ryan reaches the mattress. I take a few steps, then look over my shoulder. He’s naked now, and he’s suckling on her pushed-up tits as he guides one of her hands into his hair. The other he places at her pussy. Then he joins her fingers with his own.
My cock stiffening, I face forward again.
But the disgust that flares inside of me at seeing someone engage in sex is killed by the guilt on my shoulders. What if Summer hates me?
What if she can never forgive me for what I’ve done?
Then who will take care of her when I’m gone?
She looks so peaceful while she’s sleeping, with her head propped against the car window, that I almost don’t want to wake her. Entering the backseat on the other side, I lean across and stroke her face. For a few moments, I do nothing but bask in the feel of her skin. Her warmth bleeds into my chest, filling it with contrasting lightness – equal parts fear and reverence.
Exhaling slowly, I tuck her hair behind her ear. As I lift her chin, I think about kissing her awake. I know her soul will sing to mine, that she won’t be disgusted with my lips on hers as my tongue feasts inside. But I don’t.
Because even when you love somebody, you can still be upset with them. You can still not want them to touch you. So until I know what she wants, I will not touch her sexually.
Resting my hand on her shoulder, I gently shake her awake. “Hey, beautiful,” I murmur as her eyes open. “How are you feeling?”
Grogginess washes over her face, followed by confusion. “Where am I?”
“In my cousin’s car. But you’re safe here. We’re not driving. We’re not going to crash.”
