Trapped (Caged 2)

“My turn?”

“Yeah,” I said as I took a long pull from the cigarette. “It occurred to me that you haven’t really told me a whole lot about growing up here, but you keep trying to drag shit up about my past. I think a little turn-taking is in order.”

“So if I tell you something, you then have to tell me something else?”

It wasn’t exactly what I had it mind. In fact, the whole thing had been as much a diversionary tactic as it was curiosity about her childhood. I wasn’t completely sure I wanted to know more about this place while I was still here. I didn’t think I’d get out without cracking skulls.

“Actually, maybe that’s not such a good idea,” I said. “At least, not now.”

Tria must have been thinking the same thing.

“Yeah, maybe we should talk about that when we have a little more…distance.”

“Yeah.”

“But, we could maybe do some of that when we get home?” she asked.

“You aren’t going to give up, are you?” I sighed.

“Probably not,” she said. She turned her head toward me and smiled before leaning back against me again.

I felt her shiver in the night’s chilly air and pushed against her back a little so she would sit up again. Gripping my cigarette between my lips, I pulled off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Tria stuck her arms through the sleeves and wrapped the front part so it overlapped around her torso.

The jacket was insanely huge on her, and I should have found it comical, but I didn’t. Instead, my cock took very specific notice of how she looked and decided to attempt to escape from the crotch of my jeans, which made me groan.

“What is it?” Tria asked as her eyes narrowed a bit to focus on me.

For a moment, I couldn’t answer. I just looked at her while I tried to figure out what the hell was going on inside my head. I flicked my cigarette out onto the gravel road and wrapped another arm around her.

“It’s just you,” I finally answered. “The jacket doesn’t fit you at all, and it kind of looks like you’re wearing one of those giant bean bag chairs. I ought to be laughing, but I’m not because it’s so fucking hot at the same time—seeing you wearing something of mine.”

She widened her eyes a little.

“Like everything else about you,” I heard myself say. “It’s how beautiful you are when you’re pissed off at me. It’s how you smile when you’re making me breakfast. It’s your

eyes, your voice, the smell of your hair. It’s how your skin feels against mine.”

I hugged her against me tightly.

“Just like this,” I clarified, not wanting her to think that this was just about wanting in her panties—despite the moody little bastard’s lack of self-control. It was that, too, but it wasn’t just that. “Everything about you makes me want you more.”

Tria turned around between my legs and got up on her knees. She reached up slowly, and the backs of her fingers stroked over my cheekbone as her stare intensified.

“Why don’t you ever show anyone this side of you?” she asked. Her voice was quiet and earnest.

A hundred different answers went through my head—so many reasons why, so many people who took that side of me and twisted it into something else, something I needed to survive—but giving her any of that meant giving far more than I was ready to offer.

I could still answer with some of the truth.

“Reserved for you,” I said simply.

Her look softened though I could still see the hesitancy and the reservation she felt. It didn’t stop her from leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine. We moved together slowly and gently, not pushing any of it but just being there together. I gripped her hips and dug into the fabric of her skirt, but I didn’t go for her ass or anything; I just pulled her a little closer.

When we broke away, I didn’t understand her expression. She moved her fingers to the back of my head and stroked upwards once before she turned back around to settle into my chest again. I wrapped my arms back around her waist and tightened my grip.

Looking up into the clearing sky, I watched thousands of stars come into view. I didn’t think I had ever seen so many stars in the night sky before and wondered if you could really see constellations all the way out here in bumfuck Maine. I was about to ask Tria, but when I tilted my head to see her face, I realized she had fallen asleep.

I lay my head on top of hers and held her against me. After a few minutes, Brandon opened the front door and peeked out.