Page 178 of Sticks and Stones
It freaked him out to no end, and made his palms sweaty like he was doing something wrong.
Yeah, she knew about him and Sam, but they were like the military.
Don’t ask.
Don’t tell.
He didn’t ask questions about her personal life, meaning all the kinkery that he knew went on, and in return, she didn’t question him on who gave and who received.
Was it dysfunctional and insane?
Yes.
Did it work for them?
Again, yes.
At his words, Sam laughed.
“That’s absolutely your kid. I know it is because you’re both sarcastic, have bad attitudes, and are pretty to look at.”
Oh, Jesus.
Sam continued.
“We’ve both been waiting for you to wake up.”
Because he couldn’t escape this, he turned his head, and indeed, there she was.
Staring at him.
“Uh, you didn’t hear that, right?” he asked, his voice still a little slurred from the anesthesia.
Oh, she absolutely did.
Charlie was as high as a kite on pain meds, so she ignored it. It didn’t bother her, but she knew he was squeamish when she knew personal details about his relationship with Sam.
“Oh, I heard it.”
Now, he had to know.
“You’re not going to ask whose dick goes where, are you, Elizabeth?”
She actually snorted.
“I mean, I’m smart, and there’s two dicks and four holes so I think I can figure it out on my own.”
Charlie closed his eyes.
“Jesus Christ. I feel sick. Get me the puke pan, Sam. I’m tossing my bacon cookies.”
Sam laughed and rubbed his hand on his chest, reassuring him.
“You won’t remember this after you take a nap. You’re high, Charlie LaRue. Your pupils are huge, and you’re slurring your words like the town drunk.”
Oh.
Thank.
