Sold to Him

I nod, understanding completely. Whether or not she wants to see it, some part of her trusts me. Yes, there is passion between us, but she let her guard down with me for a reason. Whether her trust is for me not to break her heart or hurt her beautiful body, it almost doesn’t matter. The point is that she’s put her heart in my hands, and I don’t want her to ever regret placing that faith in me.

“I get it, sweetheart. No worries.” Promises pound hard in my chest. But I clench my jaw and keep them inside. “The gift of your virginity is priceless. Just know that I realize the value of what you gave me. And I know what you are worth too.”

Smiling softly, Trina looks up me through her lashes. She’s so beautiful. So soft. I can’t help but lean down and kiss her sweet lips. The flavors of cotton candy and her delicate, unique taste slide under my tongue as she holds onto me and kisses me back just as deep, just as hot.

How the hell did I get lucky enough to find this amazing jewel?

With the park passing back and forth under us, we sit and talk some more. It’s the most peaceful and truly enjoyable moment I’ve allowed myself to have in a very long time.

And it’s all because of Trina.

Chapter 9

Trina

I can’t believe it.

The day has been so incredible. First, Grayson sent me a sweet note to apologize for not coming to have breakfast with me, and then we had a wonderful time at Six Flags. Today has literally been the best day of my whole entire life.

Smiling wide like the Cheshire Cat, I slide open the glass door to Grayson’s shower and step inside. The water is immediately the perfect temperature when I turn it on. My soft moan of pleasure echoes through the large bathroom as the water falls over my shoulders and the rest of my body, soaking into my skin and washing away hints of sperm on my thighs and belly. Because everything about our Six Flags trip was amazing, but the absolute best part was when he took me in the haunted house.

It was so sexy and so unexpected. Even now, my legs are still shaking from the incredible power of the multiple orgasms Grayson gave me. Because the fear from the house isn’t real. It isn’t anything like living on one small check each month that can’t cover all the expenses of a family of three. It’s nothing like having my parents disappear into some unknown forever, forcing me to consider things like selling my body for money. It’s nothing like the fear of waking up to my brother’s cold and lifeless body in his little bed, a victim of one of the monstrous ailments that regularly tortures his underweight body.

No, this manufactured fear and terror I can always deal with. So I absolutely loved it when Grayson tugged me into the rickety car for two with a naughty whisper in my ear.

“You’re gonna love this,” he said, low and soft. His breath tickled my ear and along the side of my neck as he pulled me down next to him.

Soon, the car jerked along the tracks and tumbled its way into the haunted house. Well, it was more of a haunted cave with dark corners and hidden curves, sharp things jutting down from the ceiling. What little light there was came from below and cast Gray’s handsome face into tantalizing shadow. His high cheekbones stood out like the Frankenstein monster and he actually looked a little scary. But I was never afraid of him.

Our little car with just the two of us puttered down the track, one in a line of a dozen or so. Florescent lights glowed from beaneath the train cars, and the sounds of wailing randomly burst out around us.

“Are you scared yet?” Grayson asked me with his arm around my waist.

I leaned into him and gave a fake shiver, complete with a little shimmy of my boobs so he’d look down the front of my dress. “Not yet. Is there something here waiting to scare me for real?”

“It depends on what you’re afraid of,” he murmured in a husky voice.

Then his hand was suddenly there, squeezing my breast from below. His fingers grazed my nipple before tweaking it a bit. A shivery sensation slithered between my legs. That time, my shiver was very real.

“Nice.” His hot breath tickled my ear.

Suddenly, a zombie lurched out from a dark corner. Screams burst out from the dozen or so cars in the haunted house train.

“Oh my god!” I screamed too and jumped up high, landing in Grayson’s lap. I giggled and tried to slide back off to sit in the seat beside him, but he gripped my arms and forced me to perch in his lap. He was as hard as a steel pike under my ass.