บททั้งหมดของ The Innocent Housemaid: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Oh goddess! Those words ignited a fire between my legs. One that was spreading very fast, demanding to be put off at all costs.'You cannot say such things, at a time like this Bry! I whispered, my voice heavy with arousal.'But I just did, I'm only helping you take your mind off! He snaked his sexy tongue over his lower lip, licking and coating it with saliva sensually.'Stop repeating what I just said Bry.' I cut him off, my heart rate spiking up in anticipation for his touch.'Won't Ray get mad at us?' I was worried he would think that we had left him out.'Stop being dense Ava, this is exactly why he volunteered to go, to give us the alone time we need.' Bry was becoming more and more fun to talk to.'You talk too much Bry.' I teased.'Oh you'd rather I put my mouth into use huh?'He pounced on me, pushing me back on the bed then pinning my hands on either side of my head.Being careful not to crush me, he lowered his clothed body onto mine. He pressed his hardening dick directly

Ray's p.o.v'What the fuck!' Ava swore, her mouth slowly dropping open. 'Oh fuck!' Bry followed suit.'Language kids!' Mum scolded.'Dad first told us that he's literally Ava's uncle and we can't swear?' I wondered. I swear I could feel my own heartbeat. My hand spread out like a fan on top of my chest, with my other hand quickly covering mouth.'Let them be Ren, they have a right to swear.' Dad interrupted.'Oh please.' Mum scoffed, willing her eyes.'First of all, don't will your eyes Mum, you look hideous and secondly, like Dad said, I'm shocked so I'm allowed to swear.' Bry teased. 'So you're literally my uncle? Ava suddenly asked, her face void of any emotions. The only thing telling was her puffy eyes from having cried earlier.'Yes Ava.' Dad confirmed.'No wonder you've been treating her like your daughter.' I finally spoke.'Makes sense now.' Bry backed me up.'I still don't understand, I've lived my life knowing that I had only one uncle and now.... you know what? I'm not eve

Ava's p. o. v'Stop pretending you didn't hear a word I said boys. ' My men stood in rigid postures'. This young woman here is my niece and well, my daughter.' He paused drawing me closer to him and draping his muscular hand on my shoulder.'She deserves the best, make no mistake boys you will have me to contend with. 'He lowered his voice , allowing a warning tone to slip through.' Satisfied with their couple of yeses, he glared at them a nod. ' Ava, Ray, Bry. ' Renata called to us.'I'm sorry for talking shit back at the hotel. ' she paused, letting saliva flow down her throat audibly.'I accused you, three of sleeping around even when I didn't know the truth.'But we are.....'Bry deadpanned, shrugging his shoulders with the truth.''Bryson!' Ray shouted at him, giving him' you can't just say it like that look! I widened my eyes in a fraction before realizing that he was used to saying things straight up without a care in the world. ' What?' He spread his hands, waving them dismissi

Ava's p. o. vAfter having lots of sex back to back at the hotel and experiencing orgasms after orgasms, we had finally decided to go to the hospital to pick my Mum (Eve) was pretty okay with it.Renata and her husband had managed to convince my Mum to move in with us. She had agreed after realizing that the couple wouldn't give up easily. They kept on going until she agreed to stop the relentless convincing.It was really fun having Mum around we had a lot catching up to do and I thought living in the same house would make everything easy for us.We were currently seated at the dinning table, long done with dinner, everyone seemed happy with laughter filling the dinning room. I was sitting between my two men, glaring at them anytime they attempted to let their hands wander.They had their hand on each of my thighs, thank God I was wearing my sweats. Otherwise nothing would have stopped their fingers from probing my entrance.'Ava darling, how know how we used to do it, you can't call

Moving from Cleveland to Indianapolis was no big deal. Even her travel expenses were being paid by the courier service. Georgia Brown Baines glanced briefly at the modest brown envelope under her purse on the passenger seat of her car.The courier service had cautioned Georgia not to allow anyone to see it's address or to mention the receiving company's name. As they'd enclosed it in the anonymous brown envelope, they'd said it had to be in Indianapolis by evening. No sweat. She'd have it there by that afternoon.All her wordly goods, plus her cat, were packed into her little pink car. Pink. When she could could manage, she would have to have it painted. Pink was noticeable. But she had worked for a florist ans she had made unscheduled appropriate. When Georgia was involved with anything, she threw herself into without restraint. She was loyal.The only thing she hadn't liked about her job at the flower shop had been her boss. He'd wanted to make her bloom, too Georgia had demured, an