Page 103 of This Broken Heart

I’m nowhere near done. If I had my way, I’d fuck her until the sun goes down.

But we don’t have that much time. The clock is ticking.

She slips out of my arms, lowering herself down to the shower floor. She wraps her hands around my shaft. Her fingers can’t close around me, but her grip is firm and when she lowers her lips over the head, it all feels perfect.

She feels perfect.

69.

Erin

After our shower, we sneak back out of the bathroom. No one has a clue.

Except maybe Lisa.

I feel like Lisa always knows what’s going on with everybody. Everywhere. It’s her superpower.

Josh is almost giving us away with how languid and smiley he’s being. I suppose I probably have the same look on my face though. I can certainly feel a pleasant ache, a sweet imprint he left inside me.

It’s kind of fun to hold on to the little secret, while the girls whirl and chatter around us.

I’ve seen the way the Olson kids interact with each other, and their parents, in only short stints. Being on vacation with them is the marathon version. As an only child, the dynamics are fascinating. And a little overwhelming.

I’m actually looking forward to bedtime so that I can unplug from the constant onslaught, but the girls decide we’re going to have an after-party bonfire after the parents go to sleep.

Grabbing the baby monitor, I reluctantly allow them to drag me down to the beach.

Their afterparty consists of drinking around a fire, trading stories and waxing philosophical. When they slip into old stories about high school, I lean back into the chair I’m sitting on, letting their words and their laughter wash over me.

Josh sits in the sand right at my feet. I have a blanket spread over my legs and in the shadow of the flickering fire, his hand roves up and down my calves. It’s a comforting feeling, something I’d much rather focus on than keeping up with the girls’ rapid-fire verbal sparring.

Their conversation turns to their college exploits. In an attempt to include me, Reese asks where I went to college.

“I went to Southeast.”

“Community college?” Reese asks.

“Yeah. I studied early childhood there.”

Charlie peers at me from across the fire. “Why didn’t you go to a real college?”

My cheeks redden, and I sit up a little. “I mean, Southeast is a real college.”

“No, I mean, why didn’t you go to a four-year school?”

Reese frowns. “Charlie.”

Charlie shrugs. “What? She seems really smart. I just want to know why she didn’t go all the way.”

Josh tosses a stick into the fire. “Erin’s got me beat. I didn’t go at all.”

“Yeah. And you should have.” Charlie says. “You had a full ride to Chadron, and you decided to stay home and farm instead.”

He stiffens. “College isn’t the end all be all, Charlie.”

She tilts her head. “I guess you wouldn’t know.”

Maven chooses that moment to insert herself into the conversation. Her sleepy protests squawk out from the baby monitor at my hip. “I better go check on her.”

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