The second that phone is back against her ear, I’ve got two fingers shoved inside her and I’m sucking on her neck like a thirsty vampire. My thumb traces tight circles around her clit, I’m done holding back. I hope she fucking screams now.
“Oh! Uhm, no. We, uhm, we hit a bump,” she tries to cover for her own gasp. “No, the train. Yes, Mother.”
My thumb is working her swollen clit and I can feel her tensing around me. Edging her can wait for another day. I wish I could lay her on the table and devour her in front of everyone while her mother listens.
“M-Mother, I don’t think—Oh god! No, I just, I dropped something.”
She grabs my arm, squeezing tight as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth in the most incredible silent scream I’ve even witnessed. Not a peep from her as her cunt pushes against my hand, pulsing as she slides into oblivion.
“Sorry, Mom. I gotta go,” she practically slurs the words. “Tunnel…. recep…bad…” She hangs up and tosses the phone on the table. I hold her closer while she comes apart and her body shakes.
“Someday, I’m going to sketch the face you make when you come for me, pretty girl.” She gives me the most adorable smile. I hold my fingers up to her lips and she opens her mouth and sucks them clean. “You’re a dream come true, Lexi.”
“Because I’m as disgusting and dirty as my mother thinks I am?”
“Because you’ve reminded me how to live.” She moves closer and cuddles against me again. “And why I want to.”
“I think she invited you to dinner tonight.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Don’t think too much about it. She likes to do that: get my friends to come over so she can embarrass them or me to where they no longer speak to me. She’ll probably have Noah there so he can swoop in and save my soul after she berates me for how horribly I treated her or how I gave my body to Satan.”
I hold my hands up, giving myself devil horns and flicking my tongue at her until she laughs. “Let’s go. Let’s show them you’re with me and you’re happy.”
“You think they care if I’m happy?”
“I promise I’ll stay calm and we’ll have a pleasant conversation. If it goes south, we’ll leave. They’ll either respect that we’re together or we both walk.” I kiss her cheek. “Or I could go full neanderthal and fuck you on the dinner table. Tear your pretty clothes right off your body while you scream my name so loud your mom has a heart attack.”
“No, I want you all to myself. No one else needs to see how pretty you are when you fill me up, but we can absolutely play that out on the kitchen table before we go.”
We get to our stop and spend a few hours meandering around the small historic town. We start at the Mission first, since it’s the farthest spot from the train station. I snap pictures of the exterior, the bookstore, and even get permission to take pictures of the interior. We got a few interesting looks from the caretakers. I guess they didn’t think Lexi screaming when I snuck up behind her and grabbed her ass was as funny or cute as I did. We head back outside and I turn the lense on Lexi. She’s still so shy around the camera, but fuck, is she beautiful. She’s changed my damn life and I can never repay her, but I’m going to do my best.
Lunch is at a small cafe near the train station. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s calm enough at this time of day that we can get a little more work done. I touch up a few images and send them off to the shop so we can pick them up tomorrow and wrap this part of the project up.
“Can I ask you something?” She holds the sandwich up to me.
While staring at the screen, I take a bite and finish typing the email before closing the lid. “Always, Angel,” I reply, giving her my full attention. I can sense the seriousness in her question as she nervously chews her nail.
“Why does your sister hate you so much? What’s her deal?”
I take a deep breath and sit back in my chair, trying to think of how to tackle this question. I’m actually surprised it didn’t come up sooner. “The short version? Because I was born first and a male. Mom resented that, and passed that on to Elle because it was what she knew. That’s the hardest part; I don’t blame either of them for how they feel. I just wish they knew that I don’t want to take anything from them. I never have.”
“Sometimes I think my mom resented Bex and I. Do you know why your mom resented you?”
“Well, for starters, she was convinced I was going to take credit for her work. Like because I was a guy, I would swoop in and take her company once I was old enough. She was born in Russia—I don’t even know what part—but her father was…well, kind of a tyrant. When she got older and tried to speak up about it, her father would hit her and tell her it wasn’t her place.”
“Wow, that’s fucked up.”
“Yeah. Dad said there was more, but she wouldn’t talk about it. While trying to escape him, her sister died of some illness and her brother was killed in a mugging. My dad met her in New York shortly after all of that happened, took care of her, and they got married so she could stay in the country, although he really did love her.”
I blow out a slow breath and shake my head. I’ve never shared this with anyone or fully processed it myself. Dad only told me this stuff a few years ago, shortly after trying to contact my mother and Elle to ‘mend bridges’, as he put it.
“She said she had feelings for dad, too. I don’t know if she ever did, though. Dad put her through college since she was a damn genius on computers. Her father somehow found her and sent another brother to collect money from her. Basically, her father said any money she made was his, and that shebelongedto him.”
“Did they pay him off?”
“Sort of. Money at first and a place to stay.” The lump finally forms in my throat. I can only tell part of the story. I thought I could tell her all of it, but I’m not ready. Not yet.
