Page 20 of Filthy Uncle To Go

I yawn again, but my sore pussy makes it impossible to fall back asleep once more. Goodness, he came in me so many times last night, using me in every position and then some. I place my hand between my thighs and feel how sticky I am down there. Instantly, I sit up again.

Holy shit! We didn’t use protection last night. We were so caught up in the heat of the moment that we must’ve forgotten. Oh my gosh! What if I get pregnant? What will my parents think? I was a virgin, but Mom made sure I had plenty of condoms in case I did decide to have sex here on campus. I should’ve reached for one last night, but it didn’t even cross my mind.

I glance down at the milky substance between my thighs and gasp. It’s creamy and gooey, and I’m sticky all over. Yet I’m sort of glad we didn’t use protection because it made the whole experience more intimate. In that moment, Drake and I completely trusted each other, making our orgasms that much more mind blowing. I lie my aching body down, smiling as I close my eyes. Last night was amazing, and I don’t regret a second of it.

I bury my face into the comforter, deeply inhaling the scent of my man’s cologne, spicy and woody at once. I wish I could have woken up in his arms, but he probably had something important to take care of this morning. The second day of Parents Weekend isn’t nearly as jam packed with activities as the first one. In fact, the only major thing planned for today is a football game on our home turf.

I honestly planned on skipping the game altogether, but now, I’m thinking that won’t happen. I’m not even sure if he’s coming back. What if Drake regrets making love last night? He’s kind of close with my parents and probably feels guilty that he slept with their oldest daughter. I can’t imagine never being held in his arms again, though; it’s the safest place I’ve ever been in my life.

I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I know Drake wasn’t using me. There’s something real there, and I could see that in his eyes. It’s just odd that he would leave so early this morning without saying goodbye. It could just be that he wanted to sneak out before the other residents on my floor woke up and noticed him leaving my dorm room. I know I shouldn’t assume the worst, but we’re in a sticky situation here.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound startles me, and I quickly sit up. I glance over at the vibrating cell phone on top of my desk. Maybe it’s Drake? With haste, I jump out of bed and dash over to the wooden desk. I snatch my cell phone up and look at the screen with gleaming eyes. My heart sinks asMompops up on the display. I sigh heavily as I take the phone over to the bed with me and crawl underneath the fleece blanket before answering.

“Hello?” I murmur as I press the phone against my ear.

“Hey, sweetie! Sorry to call so early. I just wanted to ask how things went yesterday,” Leanne says on the other end of the line.

“Pretty good,” I yawn into the phone.

“Did you have fun with Drake?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say softly, trying not to reveal just how much fun I really had.

“That’s great, honey. I’m really sorry Daddy and I couldn’t be there,” she apologizes.

“It’s okay, Mom. Really.” The truth is, it’s more than okay because since my parents couldn’t show up, I got to make love to the sexiest man alive.

“Thank you for never throwing a fit like your sister does, and I promise, we’ll be at the next event,” Leanne vows.

“Trust me, Mom, it’s no big deal,” I reassure her.

“Well, I’ll have to send Drake a fruit basket to thank him for stepping in for us. I’m so glad we can rely on him to be there for you. He cares about you a lot, Jenna. Did you thank him for coming yesterday?” she asks.

“Yes, Mom,” I say, my body aching with every move I make.

“Of course you did,” she replies. “You’ve always had the best manners out of you, Natalie, and Kendrick.”

She’s right. I love my siblings, but sometimes, they can be unintentionally rude. I feel flooded with guilt as I listen to my mother on the other end of the phone babble on. I wonder if she can sense that something is different about me; she’s always had a super strong intuition. I’ve always been the good girl type that never needed to hide anything, but this is a secret I’m willing to take to my grave.

After all, Leanne trusted Drake, and although he didn’t do anything wrong, she won’t see it that way. In her mind, she’ll think he seduced me and then took advantage of my innocence. But that isn’t the case. He was patient and took things slow with me, constantly checking to make sure I was alright. He was a complete gentleman all day long and never once made me feel uncomfortable. He was perfect in every way possible, and he made my first time very special.

“Drake called me about ten minutes ago. That’s another reason why I’m calling,” Leanne says. I sit up as I listen intently. “He’s not going to be able to make it today. He said he has some work he has to take care of in his office.”

“On a Sunday?” I question, my brows scrunching.

“Yeah. That’s how it is when someone runs a multimillion dollar company, sweetie. He says he’s sorry and that he’ll make it up to you another time,” she says.

I can’t believe he isn’t coming back. My eyes fill with tears as a lump forms in my throat. Did I mess up somehow? I don’t understand why there’s this sudden turnabout. Yesterday was perfect, so what’s wrong? I swallow hard to get the lump out of my throat. I don’t want my mom to hear my voice shaking because she’ll know for sure that I’m on the verge of tears. I pull the phone away from my ear and take a deep breath before I speak.

“Okay, no problem,” I whisper softly.

“Is everything okay, sweetie?” Leanne asks. “You’re not upset, are you?”

“Oh no,” I say, forcing a fake cough. “It works out because I think I’m catching a cold anyway.”

Leanne clucks.

“You do sound a little under the weather. Do you want me to stop by later with some of my homemade chicken noodle soup for you?” she asks. “I can cancel Natalie’s thing.”