Pleasuring the Maid novel Chapter 38

Ray's POV

It had been a week since our parents dropped that bombshell. Things had cooled down. It's like nothing changed except that now Ava's real mum was in her life.

I admit that I had been shocked by the turn of events that day. I didn't blame my parents for hiding the fact that our lives had been threatened.

We assured them that we loved them even more. I admit I was a little upset they didn't tell us earlier but I was even more grateful for the sacrifices they made just to keep us safe. I was a little mad at Bry too for insulting our girl the way he had back at the hospital.

I knew though that there was no way I'd say mad for long. I mean how could I when Ava had already forgiven him? She was the victim and well, I had no choice but to accept it.

I had expected mum and dad to question our relationship with Ava. But far from my expectations, they were very okay with it. Even Eve was supportive, she had said that she wouldn't come in between her daughters happiness.

Ava on the other hand had finally admitted that she wasn't mad at my mum and her mum. She even thanked them endlessly for doing whatever they had to do to keep her safe. She didn't even question Eve for killing Mathew, she understood that it was for self defense.

She had however stated that she wanted to go see her father. She was dead set to the person who wanted her mum dead. She wanted to see the person who had forced her and her mum to stay apart for so many years. She wanted to see his grave and just confirm it all.

We were currently back at Jacks hotel, our parents had suggested we go back and spend a week together. After all, our stay had been cut off abruptly.

'Guys, do you still talk to Brianna and her friends? ' Ava suddenly asked. She was seated on the carpeted floor, cross legged. I had noticed that she loved sitting on the floor.

'Yeah, we share most classes. You know we haven't been in school the whole week. So they have to share notes with us and update us on everything. ' Bryson answered Ava, looking up from his phone.

He looked so hot in nothing but low ridden shorts. They both looked so tempting and fuckable. With Ava in nothing but African khanga.

'I know you dislike them Ava. We'll let them know that we don't want them no more, I mean why would we? ' Bryson continued.

'Plus Ava, you are ours now as we are yours. What we have here is so special angel, I can't imagine compromising this relationship darl. ' I chipped in, wanting Ava to understand that she was the only girl in our lives now.

'Show me. ' Ava commanded.

'Huh? ' Bryson was confused.

'Prove it to me I am yours, own me like you mean it. Pin me on that bed and fuck the cum out of me.'

'Gladly. ' Bryson got to his feet.

'Nah ah, not so fast boys. First, you got to fuck the shit out of each other. Then and only then will you be allowed to touch me. ' She meant every word.

'Fuck me. ' Bryson stated.

'What? But are you sure yo..' I was worried he was acting under pressure and the need to make Ava happy. I didn't want to hurt him especially after what he went through in the hands of that vile woman.

'Shut up Ray, I want this. It's time, I'm ready for you. I want to feel you, every part of you Ray...please. ' The last part was barely audible.

My dick stood to attention under my shorts, pressing the cloth with so much want. I had dreamt of invading that ass for so many years.

I grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling his lips towards mine. They were soft, very juicy and fucking sweet.

The deep kiss awoke a different person in me, a person driven my want and sexual desires. I pushed him on the bed, spreading his legs and aligning my groin to his.

I was so horny for this man, wanting nothing but to burry my ramrod dick inside his tight hole.

I rolled my hips, moving my length onto his equally hard one. His hands were roaming allover my back, leaving behind a trail of heat.

My back muscles were contracting under his touch, making me grind my cock into his with increased pressure.

I went lower, leaving open mouth kisses along his body. Biting and nibbling the salty flesh. I snaked my hand under his waist, going lower and lower.