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Me:I have time to text you, which means I’m not busy with them. They’re arguing about something.
Aurora:(hug emoji)
Me:I can’t believe your stepbrothers showed up. Were our expectations too high?
Aurora:I never thought I’d have a chance with my brothers in a million years but I’m downing some liquid courage since they bought me
Me:I’ll cross my fingers for you to get to uncross your legs! (wink emoji) (eggplant emoji)
Aurora:same
At least one of us has a chance. I type back:They’ll have to let me out by morning so I can address their mom’s invites. Or if they take too long, I can text her and tell her they’re keeping me from doing it. Stepmom to the rescue.
Aurora:Want me to help with the invites?
Me:Sure
Aurora:We can swap stories
Me:Not the story I was hoping for
Aurora:count on our damn brothers to screw things up
I time myself ‘pretend’ addressing an envelope then use my phone calculator to determine how long it will take to do that times a thousand. Aurora and I agree on a time to meet.
I drop the phone and remember I’m in Mark’s bed…alone. It’s amazing how many things I can fail at.
Sliding my hand between my legs, I press gently. I’ve been so wound up all evening, it takes nothing for the swirl of an orgasm to start building. I grab a pillow and put it on my chest. It’s not heavy enough to be one of my brothers, but it’s better than nothing.
The bedroom door flies open.
“You should have knocked!” The first part of my statement comes out as more of a pant but I’m screaming by the end as I scramble to sit.
I stare at the three of them huddled in the doorway. Do they realize they barged in on a private moment?
Would it change their reaction if they did? I’m pretty sure I can’t stoop any lower. Being at a low point is oddly liberating.
For a moment, I savor the way they’re staring at me—like they want me.
Eight
Carl
Bianca’smoanandwhatseemed to be her hand between her legs stymy me. Did we walk in on her… No. Surely she wouldn’t… My muse is a naughty one, perhaps Erato or Thalia. Why the hell am I pondering Greek Muses when mine is right here?
“Unless you boys have plans for me, I have to get home. Your mom needs me.” The taunt in her tone hints at a sassier side I’m not used to.
Her fingers toy with the edge of the sheet as if waiting for us to call her bluff.
I’m quick to say, “We’re not done. We need you—”
Mark cuts me off. “To explain why you were in that auction.”
Damn him. Is he completely unable to pivot? Walking in on her hand between her legs should have moved us past the question we agreed he could ask first.
Sean’s phone buzzes. He ignores it.
“I already explained—to raise money for the women’s shelter.”
