Page 14 of Mountain Road


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I mentally chastised myself.

I loved Amber and Ruby’s boys, Jace and Alex, as though they were my own. And I had George now as well.

Amber and Ruby were as good as sisters. Better, even.

Their Yiayia reminded me of my late parents, and she treated me like one of her own.

Ruby’s husband, Vander, had slowly worked his way into my heart, and I’d always loved Gus, even before he married Amber.

Between Ezinne, the people in this yard, and my big, fat, Greek family, love filled every nook and cranny of my life.

At times I thought about whether I would have liked to have had a child but knew that kids were not the best idea for me.

Definitely not full time.

Especially not with my issues.

I smiled away the last of the shadowy thoughts and returned my attention to Junie who was talking animatedly.

“I came off the pill, but we want to make sure all the hormones are out of my system before we start trying for a baby bump. So, I got fitted for a diaphragm.” Her eyes went wide, and she drew an imaginary circle in the vicinity of her nether regions. “Let me tell you, there is much more space up in there than you think! I mean, a diaphragm is not that small and digging that fucker out the first time required both me and the doctor. I’ve never had so many fingers inside me at the same time.”

Bex wrapped her arms around her waist and howled while Willa did the same, albeit in considerably more discomfort. Mara’s hands muffled her snorts, and Olivia drew on, her earphones keeping her oblivious to the conversation going on around her.

“By the time I left the doctor’s office, I thought I had it all figured out. I was feeling all sexy mother earth, like a fertility goddess on the prowl. Lenny was due home, so I put on a bit of sexy and waited for him on the bed.” She guffawed then pulled herself together. “He comes in, catches sight of me on the bed and goes all caveman. He yanks me by my ankles, pulls me down to the bottom of the bed, whips my legs open and the fucker flew out of my coochie and hit him on the chin.”

Mara barked out a laugh, shot out of her seat, and ran for the house, her thighs squeezed shut.

“She’s going to pee,” Bex laughed. “She always pees when she laughs.”

Willa groaned as she shook with laughter, clutching her stomach.

Junie excelled at making people laugh. She had no qualms about sharing and no filter. Her transparency and honesty were refreshing and reassuring.

The roar of the motorcycle coming down the street drew Junie’s attention. Perhaps my curb-mate was back.

Junie cocked her head to the side. “Oh, good!” She jumped up from her spot. “Lucky’s back with the KD.”

Another flutter, this one higher up and unburdened by guilt, set my heart racing. Keeping one eye on the back porch, I noticed the exact moment when Lucky, all lean and long, stepped out the screen door, prowled across the porch, and dropped lazily down the steps.

With his gaze fixed on the men, mine was free to roam. In all fairness, he was the only bit of man candy strictly permitted.

His hair had grown out a bit since the wedding, much more befitting the image of the rock god I’d made him out to be in my mind. Tall, over six feet for sure, he had the body of a runner. Long, lean, graceful. He walked like a big cat, all prowl and predator which stirred my womb.

In contrast, the two deep dimples that creased his cheeks when he laughed made him boyishly cute. Perhaps he was even younger than I thought. Careful now not to give myself away, because the man had to be four or five years younger than me, I drank him in.

I had enjoyed the bit of flirting we indulged in at the wedding. I knew, had I allowed it, we might have taken it further. But then, how awkward would gatherings like this be?

Maybe I’d look at a dating site for older people, I mused. I wouldn’t mind finding a man who was a bit older. A widower maybe. A man whose children were grown. A companion. Someone to travel with. He might even be retired. What would sex be like with a man the likes of which I pictured in my head?

Hmm.

Well.

Sex wasn’t everything.

I looked at Barrett, Zale, Rhys, and Lenny.

Then my eyes drifted over to Lucky, and I admitted to myself that, for me, it was important.

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