You understand this world, You understand me. ~Troy Otto~ [Book 1]

Chapter 16

I woke up with Troy's arms securely wrapped around me, it was about 9:00AM and Troy was still asleep. He was probably exhausted after last night, and I hate the fact that he will never know the truth about how his father died, but sometimes, telling a lie is better for everyone.

Since Jeramiah is dead, my mom is going to move into Jeramiah's old room, which is going to be a bit awkward having my mom and Troy in the same house, as they don't really get along.

"Hey gorgeous." Troy said sleepily, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Hey, you ok?" I asked, kissing his forehead.

"Yeah." he replied, pulling me into an even tighter hug.

"Really Troy?" I questioned him with empathetic eyes.

He just looked up at me, and buried his face in my neck again.

"I will be ok." he reassured me, as he left kisses on my neck.

"You know you can talk to me about anything right." I told him.

"Of course Grace." He replied, his voice muffled by my neck.

"What's on your mind?" I asked him, expecting him to say something about his father.

"I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently." He answered, his turquoise eyes meeting my brown ones.

"Never Troy." I told him, pecking his cheek.

"You know I would do anything to protect you right?" Troy said.

I nodded and cuddled closer into him.

"You two should get up." I heard my mom's voice say.

"Mom, knock before you come barging in!" I shouted.

"Ok, ok, I'm going." She laughed, as I rolled my eyes.

"She's always got to ruin everything." I chuckled.

"Shower with me?" Troy asked, getting out of bed.

"Sure." I giggled, getting out of bed after him.

Steam was surrounding us as we made out under the hot water. My hand trailed down from Troy's chest, and he groaned as I began pleasuring him. Then his large hand made it's way between my legs and began massaging me, causing me to moan loudly.

After a few minutes we both hit our peaks, so we finished showering and got out.

"That was fun." Troy smirked.

"Very fun." I laughed, then kissed him passionately and full of feeling.

"Grace are you ready yet?" my mom shouted from the other side of the door.

"Coming!" I sighed, giving Troy one last peck on his lips before walking out our room.

"He still doesn't know anything?" My mom whispered.

"Nope, and he's never going to know anything. He's went through enough pain in his life, he doesn't need anymore." I told her in a hushed tone.

"He deserves it though." She replied flippantly.

No, he doesn't mom!" I yelled, losing my temper completely.

As I said this, Troy walked out of our room. He looked at both of us, knowing we were talking about him, then nonchalantly walked past us, brushing his finger tips with mine as he did so.

I followed after him and asked, "Where you going?"

"Going out with the militia, you can come if you want." The tall man answered.