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I scoff. “Who are you calling an old man? I kept your pussy throbbing.”
The villainous grin comes just before she stands on her knees and knee-walks until she’s behind me. She presses her front to my back. Her arms snake under mine and her hands perch on top of each ribcage. She leans in close, then grabs my dick and strokes it until it grows to its full length. “Remind me. You have two weeks to make up for.” When I don’t move or respond because I’m trying to get ahold of myself from how fast my hormones flooded my system, she adds, “I’ll ride your face,” in a tantalizing tone.
I reach back and grab behind her thighs, jerking her legs out from under her and swinging her around to get her out of my way. A yelp comes out of her. I drag her on top of me as I fall backward. She takes over and straddles me, already walking up my body, looking down. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
When she reaches my chest, she says, “It’s weird that you like eating pussy more than getting your dick sucked. You don’t get anything out of it.”
I grip her thighs in my hands, waiting for her to come closer. “That’s not true. I get to see what I do to you.”
She makes it to my collarbone. I’m salivating. Finally, her lips touch down on mine just after pulling her panties to the side. “Get a taste.”
I swipe my tongue over her folds, waiting, anticipating. She knows what to do. She’s waiting for me to open her up. I’m molding her for me in every way, while ruining her for everyone else the same. No one else can touch this.
ELEVEN
PAXTYN
Igrab my swimsuit cover-up out of my suitcase and pull it over me, ready to go find alcohol and spend my afternoon with the pool while three of the boys work on music in the garage, which has changed a lot compared to the way it was when it was just being used to house vehicles. They’ve done a lot to it recently, including soundproofing. Boys and their mancaves . . . But then I guess loud instruments and sleeping babies don’t go well together either.
We’ve been here for a couple of hours. Konnor was waiting for us at the airport when we arrived in Miami. After we pulled up at the house, Riggan was waiting with the garage door open and his guitar in hand. I took it that he needed Landon, and I know he works a lot at the tattoo shop, so I went inside and held my niece for the first time and bonded with her while my sister took a much-needed, lengthy, hot shower by the looks of her.
Anyone that knows my sister knows she keeps herself dolled up, especially her thick, unruly hair. She looked like a hot mess with her hair on top of her head and spit-up stained clothes. It was painful to see, and not appealing in the least to someone that doesn’t have kids. Thankful for my birth control is what I was, so I sent her away to clean up.
When Kylar fell asleep and clearly wasn’t waking up anytime soon, which is one of the few things she does at this age, I put her in the swing close by and played with Chloe, who is much more animated and livelier than the last time I saw her right after her birth. She’s beautiful too with her dark hair and clear blue eyes that match Sayler’s. She laughs and coos now. Her face lights up with different expressions. It was fun, and she was less nerve racking to hold than the fragile newborn.
But the second they started crying in a domino effect ten minutes ago—one likely hungry and the other probably tired—I bolted up the stairs. That is precisely my job as an aunt—play with them when they’re happy and give them back any other time—and that’s exactly how this summer is going to go.
Gabby and Maddox have been gone since I got here, which brings back everything Landon said last night about Gabby having other things that sway her attention now. It sucks in ways, because I have more in common with her than the other two even though I like them all, but I know if she wasn’t pregnant, this summer would be a blast. When I asked where she was, Sayler said she’d been taking some maternity class once a week for a while now, and today they were supposed to tour the labor and delivery wing at the local hospital.
Then came the question of Madden, because I can’t picture a six-year-old wanting to be present for that. I was informed that Maddox’s parents came and picked him up yesterday to stay in Mississippi between both sets of grandparents until the baby arrived to give Maddox and Gabby some alone time together before becoming a family of four since he’s out for the summer. My mind is on overload at this point. So many kids. I guess months of not seeing any of them will do that to you. Sure, we text, but we all have our own lives too, and theirs is obviously much different than mine.
I grab my phone off the bed and make my way to the door, it nearly hitting me in the face from opening suddenly. My hand wasn’t even on the knob yet. Luckily reflexes took over and I dodged the path. It slams shut before I can even focus on who opened it. When my eyes set on the second body in the room, the lock turns. I smile at the back of her blonde head. “Bitch, I missed you and all, but I would have gotten you back had you broken my nose. Warn a girl next time.”
My smile disappears when she turns around, her face red and wet, her eyes glossy. Her chest and neck are splotchy where her shirt doesn’t cover, signifying she has hives. “I needed a minute,” she says.
My posture straightens, now uneasy. “Are you okay?”
Someone starts banging on the door. She places her index finger over her mouth, hinting for me to be quiet. Okay . . . “Gabby, open the fucking door. I know you’re in there. If you didn’t want me to find you, you shouldn’t have run to Paxtyn and Landon’s room.”
My eyes widen and round out. What the fuck? She scans my face, her shoulders dropping in defeat, and she starts crying, more like silent sobbing. I’m quickly on my way to becoming traumatized. They’re like some weird golden couple compared to Landon and me. Hopelessly in love and obsessed with each other and all that shit. “Gab,” Maddox pleads from the other side of the door. “Please let me in. Talk to me. I’m confused. One second you were fine, and the next, I was running after you out of the hospital, scared you were going to steal my truck again. Just, talk to me. Please.”
The wheels in my head start turning, and then my eyes drop to a much more developed baby belly than the last time I was here. We talk regularly, but I’ve noticed the further she gets in her pregnancy, the less she talks about being pregnant. I assumed it was weird since I’mnotpregnant; although, I expected a gender announcement sometime after Chloe was born. It never came. Maybe they’re keeping it a surprise? Makes sense.
Stories align in my mind. She filled me in on a lot the night we were watching that Christmas movie in Lake Tahoe since Madden suddenly being in the picture caused a lot of questions, and her pregnancy announcement that put a damper on my mood.
A soft thump hits the door. “Gab, if you’re scared, you can tell me. Please let me in.”
Running after you out of the hospital. If you’re scared.
Oh . . .
My eyes lock with hers, tears still streaming down her blotchy skin, and I’m about to tell him to give us a minute when a voice breaks the silence. “Maddox,” Landon barks. “Leave her the fuck alone. She’ll talk to you when she’s ready. You’re just making shit worse.”
“Stay the hell out of my business, Landon,” he grits back.
Footsteps hit the stairs so hard it sounds like Bigfoot walking up them. My heart beats faster with every step he gains. To be smaller than Maddox, he can be so scary.
Gabby turns and reaches for the door on a sigh, probably to avoid excess drama, but then her hand stops short the second he starts talking in a voice so low and lethal it’s petrifying, right behind the door. “You want privacy, motherfucker? Should have thought about that when your nose was all up in my dick. Doesn’t feel good being on this end of it, does it?”
