“Let me get something to relax her,” Kiln grumbles.
“If you put one fucking drug in Georgie’s system, I’ll choke you with my dick,” I snarl. Unlike the time I agreed to give her the sleeping pill after my concert, she hasn’t used. She’s just upset. Nothing I can’t personally handle. “And then gut you.”
He bares his teeth, but stays quiet.
“Get out,” I finish.
After he slams the door behind him and she whispers my name, I forget he exists.
Her watery-eyed plea is more than I can take, so I kiss her. She’s soft and sweet, everything I remember. Our fingers thread through each other’s hair and we groan as she scoots closer to me, opening her mouth wider.
Unable to resist, I lay her back and cover her body with mine, pressing my hard dick against her pussy. I haven’t changed out of my jeans and T-shirt. I’m both happy and regretful of my clothes between us. The thin little shorts she’s wearing do nothing. Had I been in pajama bottoms, I doubt I’d keep my dick out of her.
“I woke up and you were gone,” she says on a sharp intake of breath as I drag my tongue across her nipple. “I was all alone.”
After torturing her with my teeth, I suck a tit into my mouth and she tugs on my hair. My fingers slip into her shorts and I inhale. She’s soaking wet. How easy it would be to fuck her.
I expect her to have discipline, so I have to control myself. She makes it so fucking hard to do right.
She rocks against my hand, arches and pushes her small boob deeper into my mouth. Her hold tightens on me and she gasps, drenching my hand as she comes.
Breathing hard, I lift up. The sooner I leave her room, the sooner I can jack off. I need to get women in my bed ASAP.
She grabs my bulge, but I push her hands away.
“No.” Her reason for her nightmare flies back into my brain and I sigh. “Georgie, sweetheart…” Go ahead. Seal your own fate. It’s what you’ve wanted. An excuse to bring her. “Where I go, you go. At least for now.”
Relief filters into her eyes and she nods.
“Stay out of camera range,” I tell her, already searching for an excuse for my decision that’ll be suitable to Helen. “But we’ll get you dolled up with a blonde wig, a big hat, and sunglasses.”
“Thank you.”
Before I fuck up completely, I get to my feet. “Rest, Georgie.”
After leaving her, I go straight to my room and find the relief with my hand, that I would’ve given anything to take inside of her, then I call her grandmother.
There’s no one I’ve found trustworthy enough to look after Georgie, so she’s coming with me.
Helen’s easy agreement again shows me just how much she really gives a fuck about her granddaughter.
Georgie
“Still no word of Sloane Mason’s whereabouts—“
The TV blares the announcement and I shift uncomfortably, quickly flipping it off, but a shadow looms against the wall. I turn. Sloane stands in the doorway that leads to his bedroom. Pain blazes in his eyes.
I pop to my feet and rush to him. “Hey.”
It’s mid-afternoon and I haven’t seen him at all today, not even at breakfast. Offering me a tight smile, he passes a hand over his erection, quite clear in the blue pajama bottoms he’s wearing.
My gazes lingers on his hard dick and my breath hitches. Before I touch him, he bumps past me and goes to the kitchen, opening the plain double-door refrigerator.
“There’s leftovers from the breakfast Kiln bought.”
He grunts and goes to the microwave, where we keep the day’s purchased food. Although I don’t have the luxury of declining a meal, sometimes Kiln or Sloane or both aren’t around to eat.
Scratching his chest and yawning, he removes the plate and studies it. Grits and something called grillades. He grunts again when I tell him and I roll my eyes.
“It’s a New Orleans dish.”
Nothing.
“Um, there are cool books in the home library. Mainly, the Classics. There’s one book that isn’t amongst recognized masterpieces, The Odor of Sanctity. It’s kind of hard to get into, but it’s still interesting…do you know what the odor of sanctity is?”
“Do you?”
Oh my God. He spoke to me. Relief swells inside of me and I nod. “It’s a sweet odor from uncorrupted bodies.”
My shoulders straighten at the surprise in his eyes. Before he answers, he gets a glass and fills it with tap water, then drinks deeply from it. “Learn that in school?”
“I haven’t learned much in school,” I say with an irritated huff. “The way things are explained bores me to tears and usually I’m lost. A lot of it confuses me, but when I do it on my own, things are clearer.”