Page 108 of Doughn't Let Me Go

Much to Porter’s relief,I don’t wear a bikini.

I put one on and promptly decided there was no way I was going to parade around in front of him in it because the likelihood of him keeping his hands off me would be very low.

Not to be cocky, but Porter hardly ever shuts up about my tits and my curves, and both weredefinitelyon display in the tiny two-piece.

Besides, there’s something I like about letting him be the only one to see my body.

“I’m so glad you guys were able to make it,” Drew says from beside me. She hands me a water bottle, which I gladly accept. “Especially since this was last minute. This summer has been flying by and we haven’t had a get-together yet, so I figured why the hell not today?”

“Thank you for inviting us. Well, them. I guess I’m just a tagalong, really.”

She bumps her shoulder against mine. “Don’t act like you mean nothing to them.”

“I’m just the nanny.”

Drew gives me a look that tells me she doesn’t believe that for one second. “Right, and I’m running for president.”

“You’d be a terrifying president,” Wren says, plopping down next to us. “But I’d still totally vote for you,” she adds when Drew glares at her.

“That’s what I thought.”

Drew takes a drink of her water, and I’m so glad Wren is here to distract her because I’d really rather not be under her scrutiny right now. When she looked at me a moment ago, it was like she peered into my mind and saw all the dirty things Porter and I have been doing.

Unless she has some secret superpower, it’s not possible. I know this.

But still, the worry is there.

“So, tell us, Doris, how’s the sex?”

I spit my water out and then there’s a hand on my back, thumping three times as I choke to death.

The girls stare at me expectantly as I suck in gulps of air.

“Sorry. Wrong pipe.”

“Right. Sure.” Drew laughs. “I bet Porter knowsexactlywhat the right pipe is.”

“Drew Amanda Woods!”

“That’s not even my middle name and you know it.”

“You’re right—DrewEuniceWoods!” Wren amends with the exact same tone and volume.

She’s loud enough to draw the attention of the boys, who are a little way down the beach with the kids and the dogs.

She shoos them with her hand, and they all turn back to whatever it is they’re doing, likely trying to keep Riker from eating sand.

“Spill the deets,” Wren pushes. “I wanna hear all about this.”

“I, um, I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” I say meekly.

“Bullshit,” Drew says. “I know a secret bang when I see one. Trust me, I used to sneak around with Winston.”

“You did?”

She nods, and Wren groans.

“Okay, but let’s not go into details,” Wren begs, lips curled in disgust. “Winston isn’t just my brother, he’s my twin.”

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