Page 31 of The Triplets and the Blonde

Ipulled the coversover my head. Aiden hadn’t said a word after I told him I hated him. Did I mean it? Maybe. He was the last person I wanted to make me cum like that. And forcing me to beg. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I enjoyed it. I really had. It was so hot the way he was talking to me.

His fingers felt so good against my pussy. Fuck! I couldn’t believe I let him do that. I begged for it. Had he asked for more, I would have given it to him. Yea, I hated him as a person. He was holding me captive. But there was no denying the way he made me cum so easily.

Then the kiss. There was so much unsaid in that kiss. I could still feel his lips against mine. I just needed him to tell me it wasn’t because of the bag. I needed to hear that he actually wanted me. He didn’t.

Hiding under the covers from him was childish. Hugging the sloth stuffed animal was even more childish. I should have approached him and asked him to fuck me. Come into my cell, bend me over the bed and rail me as hard as he could. I pulled the covers tighter around me, what was I thinking? I never had such nasty thoughts.

It wasn’t like I wanted to hold onto my virginity forever, but sex caused problems. Unless you got paid like Vickie did. If you did it for pleasure, it turned into love. And love only led to loss and children. Both were things I wasn’t willing to have in my life.

Hours later Aiden was talking to someone else. I hadn’t moved and I refused to fall asleep. I didn’t need another one of those dreams. Dreaming of those men was what led to Aiden fingering me so deeply that I came all over his fingers. Then he licked it off. Shit, I was getting myself worked up again.

Since I had already dealt with Derek and Aiden today, I assumed Jason was here to guard me. After I knew Aiden was gone I removed the blanket from my head.

Jason sat in the recliner with a glass of red wine and a book. He wore jeans and a brown knit sweater. Taking a sip of his wine he set it on a side table and grabbed a slice of cheese to eat.

I watched him read for a little while without uttering a word. He looked so peaceful. Not that I blamed him, reading was always the best escape. I missed my books. I missed getting lost in a world and forgetting that the real one even existed.

“What are you reading?” I asked. He was so into the book, I had to know.

“It by Stephen King,” he answered without looking up.

“Never heard of that.” I had read plenty of books growing up and the name and author didn’t ring a bell.

“You wouldn’t have. It was banned.” He closed the book. “Apparently children were too scared of it. So, instead of parents not letting their children read it, they banned the whole thing.”

“Well that’s crappy,” I huffed. I wanted to ask him to let me read it when he was done. What else was I gonna do while locked up in here. But I didn’t. I refused to give these men the satisfaction of me wanting anything from them. Images of Aiden and I danced in my head, well that was a one time thing and wouldn’t happen again.

“So, what are your hobbies?” he asked as if he could read the boredom across my face.

“I steal. You know that. Hence why I’m here.” I rolled my eyes.

“That’s a job, not a hobby.” He leaned closer to the gate. “What do you do when you aren’t stealing from people?”

Have I ever been asked that? I didn’t think so. Yea, Vickie and I talked about stuff like that, but that was it. When my mother was alive she refused to acknowledge anything but living from one day to the next. What she did was far from living.

“I refuse to believe you are only capable of stealing.” He took a long drink from his wine glass.

As if on cue one of his servants came and refilled his glass. Easy for him to talk about hobbies when he had people waiting on him.

“I read. When I can. There isn’t much time left for much else.” Surviving took up most of my free time.

“The average person has three hobbies,” he said matter of factly.

“Yea, so what are yours?” I asked.

“Reading, tech, and learning odd facts.” He took another bite of cheese.

“So tell me some facts.” I hugged the sloth.

“Okay. Sloths eat, fuck, and sleep. That’s about it for them. A group of Ravens is called an unkindness. The brain is mostly fat. Um, and you can’t lick your own elbow.” He took another sip of his wine.

Maybe it was because my brain was all fat, but I tried to lick my elbow. I couldn’t. Jason saw this and started laughing. A full belly hyena laugh. It reminded me of the laugh Derek made when he was getting his dick sucked. Pushing aside that thought I laughed too.

“Told ya. Random facts.” He opened his book back up.

I flopped back on the bed slightly embarrassed. Talking with him was a great distraction for a few moments. I didn’t want him to read his book. I wanted him to continue talking to me. His words were smooth and fun. Those few moments of conversation were welcome in a sea of hectic crazy life I had gotten myself into.

“Do you want a book or something?” Jason looked up from the book he had been reading.

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