Sex Retreat(66)

Rory fiddled with his phone. “While the cops were here, I ran a search on his name. He had twenty-seven counts of rape or attempted rape. He was definitely a repeat offender.”

“They should’ve locked him up and thrown away the key,” Brock said, turning sharply on Mitch. “And from now on, I trust no one earning your nod of approval.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m right there with him, Mitch,” Rory piped in. “You need to learn to be more aware of the people around you. Your biggest flaw in life has been that giving heart of yours…and the guilt you feel over Jordie Anne. You thought it was your responsibility to save her. When you couldn’t, you started looking for someone else to help.”

“That’s true, baby,” Trixie said cautiously, placing her hands on his knees. “Your heart is beautiful, Mitch, but it is also too trusting. You give people the benefit of the doubt when they don’t deserve it.”

Mitch desperately wished he could take a snapshot of her then. In her eyes, he saw the love of a lifetime, the genuine compassion she held for him.

Instead of losing another piece of himself then, he leaned against the cushions and said, “Is there anything else you need to tell us about Cash?”

She shook her head. “That’s pretty much it.”

Brock said, “When we get back to North Carolina, I’ll have Kane call in some favors. We’ll keep Mr. Whitehead on ice for a few years. After enough psychological evaluations and a violation of probation sentencing, maybe the state will place him in a mental facility where he belongs.”

“And then what?” Mitch asked, distraught to think of Cash spending the rest of his life behind bars.

“What’s wrong with you?” Brock asked. “Can you forgive him after what he’s done?”

“What did he do exactly?” Mitch rubbed his jaw with the heel of his hand. “If you ask me, he was crying out for help. Maybe we can approach this from a different angle and try to help him.”

“I’m not opposed,” Trixie said.

“You don’t have a say in the matter,” Brock said, a hard edge to his voice.

Trixie set her small lips in a tight line.

“You wanted more domination,” Brock reminded her.

“Is that true, sub?” Mitch asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Stand up,” Mitch said, ready to shelve the Cash conversation.

She complied.

“Undress,” Brock told her, butting in as usual.

Trixie crossed her arm over her waist and tugged at the hem of her shirt. In one sweeping motion, the cotton T-shirt was over her head. Another second later, her slacks and panties were discarded.

Mitch gasped. He hadn’t noticed before but visible stretch marks had left their undeniable child-bearing reminder. He inched closer. Raking his fingers over the thin scars, he whispered, “One day.”

Trixie released a cry she quickly muffled, slapping her hand over her mouth. Tears filled her eyes.

Mitch instantly regretted the mention. Trixie must have realized—and everyone present understood, too—what he’d implied. There was only one way to avoid that discussion. Redirect the focus.

“Spread your legs wider, bring your hair forward, and rest one hand on your pussy,” he said.

Dragging the back of her hand across her damp cheeks, she quickly pulled herself together. Her small hand went to her bare cunt and she dipped her fingers lower, circling her clit.

“I didn’t ask you to play with your clit.” He opened his mouth and eyed her slick folds. Damn, what he’d give to drop to his knees, tuck his hands under her ass, and taste her sweet essence. Instead, he resisted the urges. “Finger yourself. Stuff your fingers inside your pussy, sub. Do it now.”

Trixie jerked. Her eyes met Brock’s.

“Don’t look at me. Mitch is calling the shots right now. Mind him.”

Her fingers immediately parted her folds and she tucked one finger inside her channel, swiftly circling the digit around and around.

“Beautiful,” Mitch said, licking his upper lip. “Add another one.”

She immediately complied.

Rory leaned forward. “Gorgeous woman.”

“And another,” Mitch said, rubbing his hand over his swollen cock.

Brock and Rory stirred beside him, but Mitch wasn’t interested in their arousal or the way they responded to the pleasure she represented. He only cared about one thing at the moment.

He wanted to turn on a woman and jump-start a few orgasms. He needed to see Trixie writhing under her own hand. Then they would enjoy a simple meal together and discuss their plans for the future.

If Brock and Rory were still speaking to him after supper, they’d spend the evening training one beautiful vixen. If they weren’t open to what he planned to suggest, then he would ask for one final night with the woman he loved. Then, he would say farewell and walk away from Trixie once and for all.