Page 42 of Swamp Princess

“I’m going to cum inside you, Brinley, and I’m going to mark you, baby. You’re mine.” His words amp up my desire and I move faster. I watch Hector stick a finger in his mouth and he leans me forward. “Trust me, pixie.” I nod and I feel his finger circling my ass, right before he enters me from the back. I almost shoot up but relax myself as he pumps both his cock and finger inside me until I feel an orgasm rising again.

This time, when I cum, it is so hard, I see black for a moment. I feel Hector release inside me as well. He cums so hard and long before finally relaxing back.

“I haven’t been that vulnerable with anyone, ever. Brinley, be my woman.”

I lay down next to him, loving the soreness between my legs. “I will.” I don’t even have to think about it. “Why?”

I don’t elaborate, he knows what I mean. “I was taught to never allow yourself to be vulnerable, it could cost you your life.” I don’t think he even realizes it, but his hand comes up to the doves on his neck. “I trust you and it surprises me that I do.”

“I trust you, Hector.” I snuggle up to him and his hand traces circles around my back.

“My name is not Hector. It is actually my middle name.”

Lifting my head, I stare at him. “Oh, well, some people prefer their middle names, and it is common is more southern states. What is your first name?”

“Would you be okay if I don’t tell you right now. I have my reasonings, but I just want to keep this for as long as I can before I do.”

I study him and see the plea in his eyes. “Okay.” I know there are secrets that everyone has and right now, I have no reason to mistrust Hector. He told me his family’s wealth was inherited. It is a family business and right now, he runs it with his grandma as an overseer.

“Tomorrow, I go back.”

“I know and I would like to drive you if you will let me.”

“I would like that actually.” I kiss his chest and then smile down at him. “You really want to be my boyfriend?”

His hand reaches up and touches the side of my face. “Brinley, I want to be your everything.”

Chapter Seventeen

We are sitting down for breakfast when Haven sends me a message stating that Brinley is on her way here and that her boyfriend is driving her.

I show the message to the guys, and of course, Kingston is pissed, I can’t deny that I’m not either. She was gone for two weeks and comes back with a fucking boyfriend. Kingston stomps over to Blaise and leans down in his ear and tells him what is happening.

Blaise stands, and I watch him dial someone. I figure it is Damien, one of the four kings of South Warren. The two of them are close, and Kingston doesn’t trust it. I would have to agree. We can’t ask him for his secrets because we can’t tell him ours. It seems Brinley is the one person keeping us all talking.

Damien meets Blaise outside when we get there, another car pulls in but no one gets out. “That’s fucking Vince,” Damien says. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“He probably has fucking Brinley’s phone bugged,” Blaise says. I can hear the anger in his voice, and I have to agree with it. How else would he know?

After about five-minutes, a black sedan pulls in and Haven steps forward. A man gets out and I see Damien stiffen and his hand go to his waist band. Vince moves out of his car as the man moves to the passenger’s side. He turns and glares at us before opening the door.

Brinley steps out, all smiles, and her eyes only focused on him. “Pixie, time for class. Have a good week and I will pick you up Friday.” He leans down to kiss her, and her eyes never even leave him. My heart surprisingly hurts as I watch.

The kiss lasts forever, until I hear someone open the door behind us. “Miss Venice, you will be late for class.” Mr. Brooks is behind us, and I can hear the hidden anger that he is trying to conceal.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Brooks.” Brinley quickly kisses her boyfriend one more time before smiling at Haven. She looks around, and for a moment, surprise crosses her face as she sees all of us standing there.

“Brinley.” Blaise moves to her, and she holds up her hand.

“No, Blaise.”

“I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” She whirls around and anger is steaming from her. “Fuck you, Blaise. You lied to me.”

“Brinley, I can sort of explain.”

“Sort of, yeah, go fuck off.” She grabs Haven and drags her along. Once the door closes, I see the man in front of the car lean against it.

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