I’d more than gotten what I wanted.
The rest was all superficial shit that I could let go of.
I could.
He tugged at my hair when I applied extra suction and staggered back too.
“Whoa… you’re too good at that.”
He was holding his cock tightly, like he was trying to stop an impending orgasm.
“Ah… thanks.”
No one had ever told me that, and I glowed with the compliment.
I wanted to be good at it, I wanted to be good at everything. I never wanted them to want or crave for another woman.
“And just so you know,” Aaron continued, “I’d never take your job away from you. It’s handy having a nurse in the family.”
My heart broke and was remade.
I gave him my biggest smile and put all my love into the words as I said, “Thank you.”
But I had one more to go.
I stood up and walked over to the man who’d taken gunfire for me.
Brad was still sitting in his allocated spot on the couch. But as I approached, he pushed his jeans down and opened his zip for me.
“Can I suck your cock, Brad? Pretty please?”
He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, get down here.”
With Brad, I knew it was more a token gesture than anything else. He already forgave me.
I moved to kneel on the couch so I could dive into his lap, when Grayson grabbed my shoulder. “Strip.”
“But I…” needed to do Brad.
“Yes. Strip, then get to Brad.”
“Okay.”
In the bright light of the lounge room? Sure. Why not?
I took off my tank and bra, letting my small boobs free of their confines.
Next was my pants.
I hated my legs. Too thin some people said, yet all I could see were fatty lumps everywhere.
But this wasn’t about me, it was about making them feel loved. So, I pushed through the incredible amount of discomfort I felt and heard the loud groan behind me.
“Fuck, woman. I almost came just from looking at you. You are too bloody hot.”
That was Aaron, and as I looked over at Grayson, he growled and shook his head.
I glanced at Brad. “Is he okay?”