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I need a way out of this. “Anyone want some coffee?”
“No,pichouette.Nobody wants coffee. Stop changing the subject every time it makes you uncomfortable.”
“I don’t think we should make a big deal out of it, that’s all,” I mumble, suddenly feeling anxious. Fidgety.
“Too late for that, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
“I don’t think so. It was merely a one-time thing,” I say, wondering why the hell I feel so damn wet at the sight of Bastien again.
“Yet here we are. The three of us. I doubt any of us thought this could happen.”
Bastien looks over at me, silently agreeing with his father, then the subject is left floating in the air. “Come help me clear out some things from the shed, son. Gemma, will you cook something for us? Bastien was kind enough to stock the fridge and freezer. We’ll get back on that subject later.”
I force a smile and watch them go outside, first Jacob, then Bastien but right before he closes the door, he turns to look at me and I can't help but wonder what the fuck I just stumbled into.
Chapter 22
Jacob
It's several hours later when we finally get back inside. I look for Gemma and find her at the stove, stirring something that smells absolutely delicious. She’s back to wearing the dress I gave her and damn if she doesn’t fill it out to perfection.
Patti Smith’s ‘Because The Night’ plays loudly and she’s swaying to the beat, rhythmically tapping her foot on the floorboards.
“Wash up first, son. I'll go after you.” I walk over to my little pet and wrap my arms around her small waist. “What smells so good?”
She continues stirring, while I suggestively rub my hard-on against her buttocks.
I want her to feel what she does to me.
“It's beef stew. Bastien bought a large chuck roast and I chopped it up and put it on the stove with some fresh vegetables. Thought you guys would enjoy it.”
“You thought right,” I say, leaning forward and giving her fleshy breasts a good squeeze. “I had no idea you could cook.”
“It’s one of my hidden talents,” she teases, earning a kiss on the shoulder.
“Bastien couldn’t take his eyes off of you earlier. You must have made quite an impression on him that night,” I whisper, wondering if she’s going to divulge anything about their little get-together.
She stays silent, just as I thought she would, while I start grinding harder against her.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, baby girl?”
Not a word leaves her, her prolonged silence turning my cock into steel. “Are you?” I ask again, pushing her against the marble countertop.
“Why are you pushing this, Jacob? I told you, it was—”
“Don't fucking lie to me, Gemma. I see the look on your face when you look at him.”
She struggles to break free but it's a losing battle. “Tell me the truth,mon cher.Do you think about how it will feel getting railed by the both of us? Does it excite you the same way it excites me when I think about you on your knees sucking our dicks?”
I lift her dress, palming her plugged pussy. Her breathing gets heavier as I gently remove the silicone toy from between her puffy lips bringing it in front of her face, exposing her lies.
“You’re soaking wet, sweet girl. Look at this fucking toy. It’s soaked in your juices. You want this as much as I do, don’t you? Maybe even more. Admit it.”
Silence reigns and I turn her around, my hand between her ass cheeks. “Don’t lie to me, Gemma, or I’ll leave this fucking thing lodged in your ass until you can’t fucking shit straight, got it? Do you want me to do that?”
A long moment goes by and I admire her grit. “Fine, Jacob! Alright, I do! I want you both.”
Her voice comes out harsh and loud, confirming my gut feeling but that's not good enough. I want her to admit to being a bratty, cock-starved little slut.
