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Chapter 32
"Are you sure everyone still has to come? I have no problem with having our own party instead, preferably in the comfort of your bed."
An overplayed pop song is floating through Gracie's huge apartment as I throw another rippled chip in my mouth. I've lost track of the number of times I've tried to change this awful music only for Gracie to stop me with an impressively terrifying glare. She throws a piece of curled hair over her bare shoulder. She knows that she’s teasing me with the smooth skin peeking out of her dangerously deep-cut sweater thing and leans forward on the island, ocean blue eyes locked on mine. "This is important to Oakley. You know that."
"I know," I groan. "You can't blame me for not wanting your brother's beady eyes on my back every time that I get near you, though. It's been months since we got together. He should be over it by now. You should see the stink-eye he gives me in the locker room."
"Don't worry about him. Just ignore it." She shrugs me off and walks around the giant, marble-topped island, stopping in front of me and placing both her palms on my thighs. My eyebrows jump as her warm touch burns through my jeans. I place my hands on hers and lace our fingers together, desperate to touch her. I pull her forward and grin proudly when she lands in my lap, straddling me. A surprised squeak escapes her before she wears a grin nearly as wide as mine.
"Don't even start," she giggles.
"Start what?"
Leaning forward slightly, she rolls her eyes and grabs the back of my neck. She scratches her nails along my arms, my neck, until her fingers become tangled in my hair. She pulls me so close that I can feel her warm breath spread across my cheeks. My eyes watch her carefully, dangerously even, as her tongue wets her lower lip, the slow movement making my dick form a thick ridge in my jeans.
"You can't stop this party from happening, baby. But if you behave, I promise it'll be worth it for you in the end," she purrs, her cheeks flushed.
"Is that so?" I grab her hips tightly and pull her against me, letting out a grunt of approval. She nods slightly, eyelashes starting to flutter. Trailing my hand up her side, I don't miss the roll of her body when I trail my hand up her side. Her chest slacks against mine and she rests her forehead on mine, blowing on my mouth.
Flickering my gaze to the clock behind her, I groan, "We don't have time."
She nods but stays rooted in my lap. I chuckle under my breath and push the stray, curly blonde hairs out of her face as they fall in a small halo around flushed skin. "Unless you want your brother to walk in on me eight inches deep inside of you I suggest we get up." My words must strike a chord because she jumps away from me, nose wrinkled up in disgust.
"You're the worst."
I throw my head back and burst out in a fit of laughter. "I've been told."
She turns her back to me and heads towards the bathroom with a confident sway in her hips. Groaning lightly, I watch her teasing display while reaching down and readjusting my aching cock.
Oh, Gracie. You little minx.
Ava and Gracie are in what looks to be a very serious conversation in the kitchen as Oakley and I sit on the couch, a hockey game playing on the television in front of us. It feels almost surreal to sit here with him, hanging out like we used to years ago. Our lives are so drastically different from back then; so much more complicated, yet somehow better beyond words.
"How's your mom doing?" he asks, turning his attention to me with a raised brow.
After busting open like a walnut and explaining my past to Gracie and what happened to my mom, we both decided that it was a good idea to tell Oakley. It's not like he has any right to know, but if I'm going to get through this, I will need his support.
"Sober since she left with Brooks, not like that means anything."
"It's something at least. Have you seen her?"
I push out my breath and lean my head against the couch. "No."
"Are you going to? Soon at least?"
Am I? I have no clue. The sooner I see her, the sooner I'm going to want to find Allen. And if I find Allen— "Not sure," I grumble, forcing myself to stop thinking of that bastard and the thousands of ways I want to hurt him. I've been dreaming about all the ways I want to have him screaming for me to stop hitting him, the way Mom did when he was beating the lights out of her without so much as a flicker of remorse. "I don't know what to expect."
Oakley doesn't respond for a few seconds so we sit in silence, both of us reeling in our own feelings. I'm not sure what I expect from these people, honestly. Some sense of clarity? An overwhelming feeling of support? This is still so new to me. My head can't get a handle on it. I don't know how to act, let alone how to show my appreciation for things that I've never received before. I'm seriously fucked up.
"Brooks will take care of her until you are sure. Don't rush," he says a few moments later, nodding reassuringly. I look over and send him a silent thank you just as our two energetic girls come walking into the room. They steal our attention without so much as a word.
Gracie happily plops herself in my lap and places a soft kiss on my jaw. "What are you boys talking about so seriously over here?"
"Just guy stuff." I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into me and resting my forehead against her side as I greedily breathe her in. I've never been so grateful for someone before Gracie. She's brought out parts of me that I never thought I would be able to see. Made me feel things that I never thought I was able to feel.
She's my light—my guide as I walk through the darkest parts of myself, always leading me back home.
Back to her.
