Page 130 of Stepbrothers

He was quiet for a minute, then, “You had fun, right? We weren’t too much?”

She twisted to look up at him. “It was intense, and yes, at times I was on the edge.” She thought about it. “But I’ve learned that my body can handle it, and I do trust you.”

“I was watching you carefully when I held you. I only saw pleasure, or at least you reaching for pleasure when Trig kept demanding more. Had I seen anxiety or pain of the bad sort, I would have released you and called a halt to the entire thing.”

“I know.” She kissed his warm chest. “Thank you.”

“But you have to remember to be a good girl,” he said, stroking her hair. “Otherwise you’ll get spanked, and next time it might not come with a hard fuck afterward.”

“I know. And I will toe the line, I promise. As of now…Trig just asked too much of me on my first day of freedom.”

He slid his hand to her ass cheeks and squeezed gently. “Sore?”

“Delicate.”

His finger slid lower, through the crack of her buttocks until he was almost touching her asshole. “You’ll be tender here, too. You took me and Trig in your ass.”

“You don’t need to tell me.” A barrage of sexy sensation and memories filled her mind.

“It was so fucking incredible,” he murmured, his voice low. “Fucking you there, seeing Trig fuck you there. Coming inside you there.”

“I know. I liked it, I want to do it again, but not all the time, just sometimes.”

“Fair enough.”

“Can I get my pancakes now?”

He laughed. “Sure thing. Pancakes coming right up.”

Her phone buzzed.

“Oh, I didn’t even know it was in here.” She sat and reached for it, then watched as Hugh put on a pair of faded gray sweats and walked from the room scratching his head. Perhaps she should have suggested another half an hour in bed, but not sleeping.

She opened her phone.

Hey, stranger, how are things? We miss you. Wine and chat at Romy’s tonight?

Clarice read the message from Wendy through twice, her head spinning. The silence from both her and Sharon had been deafening, and she’d avoided thinking about them because it hurt a place in her heart.

“Coffee’s ready,” Hugh called.

“Coming.” She pulled on a robe then wandered into the kitchen area and sat at the island.

Hugh set a steaming mug in front of her. “Everything okay?” He frowned. “You’ve got a worry line here.” He touched between her eyebrows.

“I think so.” She paused. “I just got a text from Wendy. I haven’t heard from her since that day she declared me to be sick and twisted for sleeping with you.”

“She’s a charmer.”

“She’s lovely, usually, good fun, supportive. I miss her. This was so out of character for her it made me wonder why?” She sipped her coffee. “But then I guess no matter how much we think we know someone, we don’t always, do we?”

‘What did she want? In the message just now?”

“To meet up at Romy’s tonight. Get a drink with her and Sharon.”

“You should go.” He cracked an egg into a bowl.

“You think?”

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