Chapter Fifty-One

IANTHE

Bridgitte is looking at me suspiciously and I can feel my face getting hotter under her scrutinizing gaze. It doesn't help that Ricardo is either touching me or kissing me every time he sees me, even though his mother is in the room. She must think I'm a hussy or something. Seventeen and letting her son fondle me.

And Goddess, how he fondles.

I can still feel the scrape of his five 'o clock shadow between my thighs from when he ate me out until my thighs quivered. I literally passed out after he gave me a second orgasm.

Now it seems as if Bridgitte can see all of this written all over my face.

"There's still some cake left from last night. Can I take it with me to the hospital?" She aks me, but here eyes are still searching my face.

I clear my throat. "Of course, I can bake another flavor if you'd like, maybe something lemony?"

She smiles softly and my nerves ease a little. "That's very sweet of you, but you don't have to go through all that trouble."

"It's no trouble at