Chapter 24

BRIGGS

I stripped the soiled bedding from my mattress, making a mental note to wash it myself when Sonya went to town to do the shopping. My gut twisted with guilt at the sight of the blood.

I remade the bed and turned back the covers before gathering up Layla’s negligee and panties from the floor.

She might not be comfortable sleeping naked. I grabbed a T-shirt from my drawer, glancing at the bathroom door. Had she fallen asleep in there?

Layla was a special young lady. She deserved to be treated like a queen. I was in a position to do that.

Her age shouldn’t matter, but I knew it did. It was an obstacle that I wasn’t sure how to navigate. She was mature beyond her years. But that wasn’t the issue, it was the fucking media.

They would tear her to shreds if they found out about our relationship.

My public image was already shit. I quit the heavy partying and bunnies a couple of years ago, but the paparazzi don’t want to believe people are capable of growing up.

After all, they are invested in their targets’ misdemeanors. A boring, old guy wouldn’t sell trash magazines or generate clicks online. They would assume I had gotten better at hiding my activities.

The story of my hiring the twenty-year-old sister of the con woman who birthed my triplets and hooking up with that sister was guaranteed to ignite a media frenzy.

Even if I married her, they would still put a negative spin on it. I’d be an old pervert, and Layla a gold-digging whore.

I sank down upon my bed with a heavy sigh. The price of fame is steep. I had to figure out a way to keep Layla in my bed and my life. There was no other option. I was in love with her.

Making love to her eliminated any and all doubts that may have been lingering at the back of my mind.

“Briggs?”

I glanced up at the sound of her soft voice. She was peeking around the bathroom door, holding a towel tightly against her chest. “How was your bath, sweetheart?”

“It was very relaxing.” She smiled shyly.

“Yeah? Did it help soothe things a bit down there?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I rose from the bed, handing her the T-shirt I had pulled out. “You can wear this if you want.”

She accepted the shirt, glancing nervously at my boxer briefs. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to wear it. I don’t mind if you sleep naked.”

She closed the door, clicking the lock in place. What was that about? I’d seen her naked. We were lovers now.

~She’s young and inexperienced. You just took her virginity. Give her some space.~

I climbed into bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it had the answers. Layla emerged from the bathroom wearing my shirt. It was way too big for her, hanging almost to her knees.

The sight of her wearing my shirt caused a stir in my shorts. I wanted her again. But she was sore. And that was my fault. I might have to take a cold shower after she fell asleep.

She walked to the other side of the bed, climbing in next to me. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go back to my own room?”

“I’m sure.” I slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. “I want you right here where you belong.”

“I’ll have to sneak back upstairs early in the morning before everyone gets up.”

“I set my alarm for five.”

“Thanks.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Sore?”

“A little.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kind of is,” I chuckled softly. “I’m the one with the ridiculously huge penis. If you’d lost your virginity to a man with a normal dick, it might’ve been less traumatic.”

“It wasn’t traumatic, Briggs.” She rolled over so she was facing me, running her hand along my scruffy jaw. “It was amazing. ~You’re~ amazing. And I’m glad my first time was with you.”

My heart swelled, unfamiliar emotions flooding my brain. I’d never even come close to saying the three words that almost spilled from my mouth. But I held back. It was too soon.

I didn’t want to scare her. And I needed to figure some shit out before I took this to the next level. I was heading into uncharted territory.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I whispered, brushing my lips over hers. “And next time will be better. I promise.”

She ran her hands up and down my chest, her little tongue darting hesitantly into my mouth. I kissed her back, sliding my hands under her shirt to cup her smooth cheeks.

She gasped when I rubbed my throbbing cock between her legs.

“You’re naked.”

“Sorry. I can put on my shorts if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“You’re so hard.”

“You woke the beast.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Sure,” I choked out. I was ~not~ expecting that.

“Do you want me to?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

She glanced up at me, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “I don’t know how.”

I took her wrist, guiding her hand inside my boxers. “Wrap your fingers around it.”

“It’s huge,” she whispered, her long slender fingers sliding over my rigid shaft. “How did this fit inside me?”

“Your pussy was made for my cock.”

“I bet you use that line on all the girls.”

“Nope. Just you.”

I threw my head back on the pillow, groaning with pleasure while she explored my cock and balls, her delicate touch driving me crazy.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured when she licked my swollen head. She was awkward and unskilled, but just knowing whose mouth was on me was enough to push me to the brink.

I tried to hold back. I wanted to keep her down there longer, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart.”

She lifted her head, backing away a second before I came undone, blowing my load on my stomach.

Her eyes took in the puddle of semen. “Is there always that much?”

“It depends,” I said, reaching for the box of tissues on the nightstand. “That’s a lot, considering I just ejaculated less than an hour ago.”

“Wait,” she said as I was about to clean up. “Can I taste it?”

I blinked rapidly.

~Ask her to marry you!~

I shook my head, pushing that crazy thought back where it came from. You shouldn’t propose to a girl just because she wants to taste your jizz.

That will get you a resounding ~no~ and a knee in the balls.

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Um, let me think.”

“Are you teasing me?”

“Yes.”

“What does it taste like?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever tried it,” I laughed.

She swiped her finger through the blob and brought it up to her nose. “It smells like bleach.”

“Interesting.”

She wrinkled her nose, bringing her finger to her lips. Her tongue darted out, collecting a tiny drop. She closed her eyes, smacking her lips together as she tasted my semen.

“It’s not bad. Kind of salty.”

I cleaned off my stomach and tossed the tissue on the nightstand. “I like you,” I whispered, pulling her into my arms. “A lot.”

“I like you too,” she whispered back. “A lot.”

I took possession of her mouth, settling in for a long, slow kiss while my hands slipped under her shirt to cup her luscious breasts.

She moaned against my lips, her fingers sliding through my hair while she ground her pelvis against mine. My cock made a miraculous recovery, finding its way between her legs.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

Her tiny mewls of pleasure were driving me crazy. My mind was hazy with lust. All I could think about was driving my cock into her.

She was so wet that I’d probably slide right in. I pushed my swollen head against her entrance. She didn’t resist. “That feels so good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

My phone rang just as I was about to flip her on her back and sink into her sweet pussy. “Fuck!” I grumbled. “This better be important.”

I rolled on my back, grabbing the phone from my nightstand. “Hey, Mary.”

“Hello, Mr. Westinghouse. I’m afraid Jerome has spiked a fever. I gave him Tylenol an hour ago, but his temperature didn’t come down. In fact, it’s higher than it was before.”

“Shit!”

“Mr. Westinghouse,” she warned.

“I know. I’ll put a dollar in the swear jar.”

“I think we need to take him to the hospital.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you in the foyer in five minutes.”

“What’s wrong?” Layla asked.

“Jerome has a fever that won’t come down. Mary thinks he needs to go to the hospital.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

I climbed out of bed, pulling on my boxers before reaching for my phone to call Vlad. “No. I’m going to take Mary. I need you to stay here with George and Harris.”

“Oh. Okay.” She scrambled from my bed, pulling on her terry cloth robe as she bolted for the door.

“Layla!” I called.

She glanced back, the hurt on her face cutting through my chest like an ice pick. “It’s fine. Get Jerome to the hospital so he can get better. That’s the only thing that matters right now.”

And then she was gone.