9
Lukas
“Look, he’s pussy whipped.” Trevor’s amused voice startles me from my Abby-centric thoughts.
I shift in my chair and try to work up some interest in the conversation around the station’s kitchen table. I think Trevor, Danny and Cody are talking about some bar they’d gone to the other night, but I’m not sure. “What?”
“You’re pussy whipped.” Trevor repeats in a slow voice, as though I might be dull-witted.
“No, I’m not.” The rejection is an automatic guy response, but I find the idea doesn’t appall me. Truth is, the statement holds merit. I’ve been with Abby for six weeks now and there’s no sign of our relationship letting up.
We’d progressed to the next level. Tomorrow we’re going to brunch with Abby’s family, and then heading to dinner at my parents’ on Sunday, figuring it’s best to get the stress of meeting the families over in one weekend. My mom, who’s been waiting for this day since I was born, is beyond excited.
To my surprise, I don’t have even a lick of panic about it.
Maybe because my mind isn’t on tomorrow, or the guys’ exploits. No, I’m preoccupied by the phone sex I’d talked Abby into earlier. A horrible idea. I hadn’t meant to, I’d only meant to call and hear her voice. But then one thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was sitting in the office, staring through the big, clear window overlooking the main floor, while I talked so dirty I’d surprised even myself.
Of course, because it’s Abby, she ate it up, and my cock had ached listening to her breathy moans and pants as she rubbed her responsive little clit until she came.
I, on the other hand, was left frustrated and had been unable to concentrate on much else since.
“I don’t know.” Cody rubs the dark scruff on his chin and jaw. “How long’s it been since you’ve been out with us?”
I don’t have the heart to tell them I have no desire to go on the prowl with the three musketeers.
“Is Trevor talking about that chick you brought to Bobby’s birthday?” Danny asks.
“That’s right, sweet Abby,” Trevor says, with a grin.
Danny nods his appreciation. “Hmmm…she was sweet. Great tits.”
I tilt my chair back and rock before shooting Danny a warning look. “Not another word.”
“Oh really.” Danny’s tone rings with amusement. “So that’s how it is?”
“Yes, that’s how it is.” Standard station rules, casual lays are open to detailed discussion, wives and girlfriends are not.
To his left, Cody reaches back and dings the gold bell hanging on the wall. “And he’s down for the count.”
Danny laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Does this mean Saturday is off?” Trevor smirks. “Now that you’re officially declaring her girlfriend material.”
I frown. I’ve avoided thinking about the exclusive sex club where Trevor is a member because it’s the last place I want to take Abby. I have no intention of sharing her. I sure as hell don’t want anyone watching us. But it’s on her list, and I want to make her happy.
I’d first told Trevor I wanted to take Abby there when I’d checked three-fourths of the stuff off her list, and I’d been unable to avoid it any longer. Luck smiled on me and our weekends off had conflicted, but the stars had aligned, and now I’m stuck.
I run a hand through my hair. “No, we’re still on.”
“You sure?” Trevor asks. “You don’t look happy about it.”
Because I’m not, but that’s beside the point. I need to take care of her list. I turn my attention to Trevor. Considering the things we’d done together at that club, I don’t want him getting any ideas. I set my jaw. “Don’t think you’re going to touch her.”
Trevor chuckles. “You’ve made yourself perfectly clear on that subject.”
Good. That’s one problem down. The trick is to figure out how to fulfill the fantasy while making sure she doesn’t actually participate in anything. I’m still scratching my head, trying to figure that one out.
I’m running out of time, and tomorrow is half filled with meeting her family, but I’ll have to come up with something soon.