And what had started Rachel giggling, shocking him.
She leaned in. “It reminds me of Tony with a violet wand!”
That nearly finished him off. He found himself struggling not to laugh out loud as, one row below them, the two little kinksters in training were zapping the crap out of the cartoon figure on the screen.
Finally, someone confiscated the phone from the two kids and made them pay attention as the ceremony started.
While Rachel took pictures, Andrew made sure to get video of the ceremony for her to rewatch later. Finally, once all the graduates had been called and the ceremony ended, Rachel and Andrew stood to file out with everyone else.
“Let’s make sure we get pics of you and Justin alone together,” Andrew whispered in her ear.
That would prove harder than he thought it might. Andrew ended up having to get a little Domly with one of the cousins, a teenaged girl who apparently was infatuated with Justin and who wanted to be in every picture with him. After making sure he got several really good pictures of the siblings together, Andrew backed off so they could get all the pictures out of the way and then get out of there.
That took nearly thirty minutes, and only ended because it started raining. Andrew had to turn the girl around—he thought her name was Tina—and send her back to her parents when she tried to grab a ride with them.
If he’d had his own car there, he would have let Rachel and Justin be alone. He felt they needed the time together.
Justin had stashed his cap and gown on the backseat and stretched out in the front passenger seat, where Andrew once again insisted he sit.
“Do we have to go back to their house?” Justin asked. “We can grab some takeout and go to my place here in town.”
“Nice try.” She finally managed a smile. “But we won’t abandon you. I’m really proud of you. Sorry you’re being upstaged by Aunt Wyndie.”
“At least she’s not doing it deliberately,” Justin grumbled. “Unlike Uncle George.” He glanced back at Andrew. “I know I’m sounding ungrateful, but honestly? Sometimes I wish Dad had moved us to the work camp with him. We could have stayed there. Maybe he’d still be alive.”
“Stop, Jus,” she said. “Shit happens.”
“It’s not fair how Uncle George treated you all those years. I knew you thought I was too young to see it, but I did. He hated you, and I never understood why. Aunt Karen always took his side. I hated that, too, that he treated you like that and me like I was one of their own kids.”
“It’s done.” Andrew didn’t miss that her fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “We’re adults, it’s over, and we’re not beholden to them anymore. I know you love some of these crazy people, and they love you. I don’t begrudge that.”
Justin stared out his window. “You left because of how they treated you.”
“I left because just like you’re going to leave here, there are other places to live.”
Andrew sensed something more, something below the surface, but that maybe the younger man wasn’t ready to say it yet.
Hmm.
* * * *
They ended up staying at her uncle’s place until just after eight, when Andrew pretended he had a work crisis he had to go back to the hotel room to take care of with his laptop. Justin managed to duck out of there about the same time.
Just for coming up with that reason to escape, Rachel knew she could be in love with Andrew, even if she wouldn’t admit that right now. The cousins were still there and would be for a while, meaning no chance of them figuring what room they were in yet.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that Rachel wanted to clear her mind without the distraction of conversation, she would have shoved the keys at Andrew and let him drive them back to Sioux Falls.
As it was, she felt completely and utterly drained. With the heavily overcast sky, it meant the land was dark, dreary, oppressive, not even any stars to look at.
Tomorrow, everyone was scheduled to meet up at George and Karen’s again for lunch.
She hated saying good-night to Justin, but she’d had enough of Uncle George’s act, as much as she could stand. One minute he’d be all teary and practically sobbing over Wyndie’s death, then the next he’d be laughing and telling ribald jokes, as if his sister hadn’t died.
It all depended on his audience.
She’d return tomorrow only because Justin would be there, and she wanted to spend time with him. Hopefully they could get out of there early enough to go grab dinner somewhere, just the three of them.
While she wanted to spend time with Justin, she also wanted him to spend time with Andrew.
Because the more time she spent with Andrew, the more certain she was that she didn’t want to fuck this up with him. She wanted to see what they might be able to have together.
When they returned to the hotel, they ended up in the shower, Andrew pinning her to the wall and making love to her, but also helping her shut off her thinking brain, taking over, taking charge, taking her.
She dropped to her knees to suck his cock into her mouth, but he wouldn’t let her finish him there. After they dried off, he ordered her onto the bed and grabbed his belt. Hope filled her that he was going to use it on her, but he used it to bind her wrists over her head.
And then he knelt between her legs and alternated sucking and licking her clit with biting the insides of her thighs, until she was deliciously spinning down into subspace hard and fast and begging him to finish her.
Andrew was not a man to be rushed. He knelt over her head, smiling down at her. “Someone said something about kissing them and making them better after this morning.” He lowered his sac over her eager mouth, and she gently licked his balls, laving her tongue over them, moaning when he reached behind him and tugged on her nipples.
At least this encounter didn’t seem cursed. He knelt over her in a sixty-nine, getting her over several times and teasing her with only letting her suck on the tip of his cock before finally fucking her mouth and letting her suck a load of cum from his balls.
He turned around, released her hands, and pulled her against him. “Better, baby?”
“Better, Sir.”
He kissed her. “I’m telling you, I really like the way that word sounds coming from you.”
“Then maybe I’ll keep saying it.”
“Keep talking like that, and you’ll have to, because I won’t want to let you go.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rachel awoke Sunday morning with her body pressed against the warmth of Andrew’s side and wishing the whole world would just go.
The hell.
Away.
She didn’t want to move.
Ever.
Well, maybe to go to the bathroom, because her bladder was sending her ten-minute warning signals, but not leave the room until they had to leave for Florida.
Which filled her with guilt because she couldn’t leave Justin alone to shoulder the burden of dealing with their family today. She also knew her brother well enough to know that he would still go and put in an appearance because he believed it was expected of him despite the original plan having nothing to do with Sunday or him.
Ugh.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Justin was still there, locally, and in a way beholden to their uncle, she would have said fuck it and pulled the covers over her head and paid better attention to which bottle of clear goop she smeared all over their privates before bumping same said privates together.
Andrew rolled toward her and pulled her tightly against him. “You awake?” he mumbled.
His voice sounded deep and sexy and throaty and…
Sigh. “Kind of.”
“Hope you don’t regret what we’ve done this weekend.”
“Only the accidental sanitizing. And giving you that ball-tap.”
A sleepy laugh escaped him. “Yeah. I mean everything besides that.” He gently caught her by the chin and made her tip her head back so she was looking into his eyes. �
��We good?”
“I’m good. I hope you’re good. I mean, you’ve been good, very good, but I hope—”
He kissed her, slowly, tenderly. “I’m very good. And so were you.” Back to snuggling. “I have to say, meeting the rest of your family, besides Justin, has been…interesting.”
“Please don’t hold them against me.”
Another laugh. “No, don’t worry. I would have been enjoying the hell out of the crazy show even more as a spectator, except I knew how stressed you were.”
“Gee, thanks. I think.”
“I didn’t say ‘fuck that shit’ and walk away. I get bonus points for that, don’t I?” He nuzzled the top of her head. “Especially after you sanitized and ball-tapped me.”
She snickered. “Yeah. I’m never going to live those down, am I?”
“Eh, the sanitizing was mutually our fault. The ball-tap was accidental. That one tops Derrick’s fall on a dildo story, though.”
“True.” She started laughing. “I wish I’d been there to see Marcia telling you all about it. I bet it was hysterical.”
“That’s what we all thought. This must be Karma busting me for laughing at him.”
“I guess so.”
He let out a long breath. “You really want to be the one to tell everyone this story, don’t you?”
“Please? I never get funny stories like this to tell!”
“Please, what?”
She nuzzled the side of his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. “Please, Sir,” she whispered in his ear.
“Mmm.” He rolled her onto her back, him on top of her. “You keep up that kind of talk, you’re going to find yourself doing it for a long, long time.”
“Promise?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
He propped himself up on his arms and she felt his hard cock rubbing against her. “Depends on whether or not you get sick of me.”
“You don’t have the crazy family.” She wiggled her hips so his cock…slid…perfectly…there…
They both let out sighs. She held on to his arms as he leaned in and kissed her. “I’m not sleeping with your crazy family, and I don’t have to live near your family. All I care about is you. And so far, I’m loving what I’m seeing.”
“Even though I brought you to crazy cold windy land?”
“Even though. Shh. Time for fucking.” He kissed her again while he slowly rocked his hips, his cock deliciously hitting every good nerve ending inside her body, including a few she’d never even realized existed before now.
Damn.
Usually, she couldn’t get over just like this, but so far he was running a pretty decent track record. This morning was no exception, and as she stared up into his brown eyes, she felt subspace teasing, calling to her.
With his lips just over hers, he whispered, “Come for me, pet.”
It wasn’t the hardest orgasm she’d ever had, but she’d still check it off in the win column.
“Good girl,” he said, speeding up, fucking her harder, faster, grinding his hips against hers until he finished, kissing her and moaning into her mouth as he came and pumped her full of cum.
“Stay,” he said.
She wasn’t sure what he was doing when he got up, but then he immediately returned with something in his hand. She didn’t have time to look before he was sliding it between her legs.
“Be my good girl,” he said as he flipped the switch, turning it on high.
With his juices adding extra lubrication, he had no problem at all fitting the entire thing inside her, making her moan.
“Yeah, I’m keeping my balls safely away, don’t worry,” he said. “Roll over.”
She did, having a hard time not humping the toy inside her. He skimmed one hand up her body, pinning her by the back of the neck. With the other, he stroked her ass cheeks.
“Time to step up our play, pet.” He started spanking her on the ass and along the backs of her thighs, the pain of his swats contrasting with the pleasure of the vibrator buzzing inside her.
She moaned into her pillow, sensory overload threatening.
“Come again if you can, pet. Otherwise, you’re waiting until tonight to come.” He alternated hard swats that came close to making her call yellow with raking his nails up and down her flesh, even leaning in and biting her.
Finally, he reached between her legs and started fucking her with the vibrator and that tipped her over the edge. Her back arched as she fucked herself onto the toy in time with his hand, her toes curling as he kept the orgasm rolling through her. Eventually, he pulled the toy out and switched it off, pulling her against him.
“There,” he said, kissing her forehead. “A little stress relief.”
She shivered, not cold, but recovering from what she’d just felt. “Thank you, Sir.”
“And I didn’t even have to take a ball-tap in the process.”
* * * *
After a shower and getting dressed, they once again passed their newbie ninja real-world training and snuck out of the hotel without crossing paths with any of the cousins. The weather hadn’t improved from the day before, either. If anything, it looked worse. Cold, damp, and drizzly.
At breakfast, Andrew watched her eat, just sitting there, holding his coffee mug and observing.
It took her a few minutes to realize she was being studied.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re smiling.”
“So?”
She sat up a little straighter. “That’s your ‘I wonder what she’d do then’ smile. I’ve seen you wear it too many times.”
He leaned forward, motioning for her to do the same. Keeping his voice low, he said, “I was picturing you wearing my collar.”
He sat back, loving how adorable she looked when her face went red.
That had been exactly what he’d been doing, though. Weighing whether or not he wanted to find her a special collar that wouldn’t look like a collar, or get her something obvious.
Or, maybe both.
They weren’t exactly there yet, but he was feeling pretty good about his chances, unless something horrific happened between then and when they flew home tomorrow.
Actually, he wasn’t looking forward to their weekend ending. He was having a lot of fun. Going home alone wasn’t exactly very appealing now.
“I’d like to talk about that at some point in the future,” he continued. “Doesn’t have to be this weekend, obviously.”
She nodded, her wide eyes turning his crank.
He bet if he slid two fingers between her legs right then, he’d probably find she was wet.
He was going to ask her that when her phone rang. She glanced at it before answering. “Hey, Jus. What’s up?”
Andrew sat back and sipped his coffee. They didn’t have to be out of there for a while yet, so he was taking his time, enjoying this with her.
“Yeah, we can come get you.” She rubbed at her forehead. “You sure that’s what you want to do?…Yeah, okay. No problem. We’re at breakfast right now, though. So it’ll be a while. …Okay, love you, too.” She hung up and sat back. “Change of plans.”
“He wants us to come get him, so that when we leave, he has to leave, too.”
“You are so damn good at this game,” she said. “Seriously.”
* * * *
Part of her wanted to confess everything to Justin—who Andrew really was, what their relationship was like…everything.
But she also knew she couldn’t.
The first problem being that she didn’t know exactly what the two of them had. Would this become more? Would this last?
Would Andrew run screaming in terror the moment they landed in Clearwater?
The second problem being that she loved her brother and didn’t want him worrying about her, or judging her. She hoped he wouldn’t judge her.
She damn sure didn’t want him worrying. Or want him hating Andrew if this did keep going and Justin got the wrong
idea about him. While she and her brother were close, he hadn’t seemed comfortable having discussions with her about relationships—hers or his—so they’d silently come to a mutual agreement over the years that they really didn’t talk about that.
These are complications I am not used to having.
Once she moved to Florida and knew Justin would be okay, she hadn’t worried about what anyone thought of her but herself.
She didn’t have anyone to worry about but herself. Justin was a thousand-plus miles away in a different state.
Adulting was hard enough to start with, and this was definitely not Adulting 101 territory.
After they finished eating, they made their way down to Vermillion. She hadn’t visited Justin’s apartment before but was relieved to find it was in a decent area, and not condemnable.
She also got the distinct feeling that Justin wanted to talk to her about something.
When Andrew excused himself to use the bathroom, she finally asked Justin about it. “Why am I getting the feeling there’s something you want to talk to me about?”
He glanced toward the hallway, where the bathroom was. “I…do. It’s okay. It’s…” He took a deep breath. “Another time. It can wait.”
“Is something wrong?” Flashbacks of her mom telling her she was sick came to mind, of how she’d acted very much like Justin was now.
It didn’t help that both of them strongly resembled their mom.
“No, nothing’s wrong. I just really don’t want to go back to Uncle George’s today. I know it makes me a horrible person—”
“No, it doesn’t. Believe me, I don’t want to go, either.”
He stared at her. “Did he…did Uncle George…” He stared at the floor. “He didn’t ever…”
“Ever what?” Anger filled her. “Why? Did he do something to you growing up?”
“No! No, not me. I…are you okay?”
She hugged him. “Let’s just say that I’m glad Aunt Wyndie taught me how to shoot and how to gut a deer. He was an asshole to me, said a lot of mean things to me over the years, but he never touched me.”
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