Page 81 of Rider Daddies
As Ryder and Ash clean up, I realize that I, too, have a confession to make…
The best sex I’ve ever had to date was shared with my brothers.
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LUCIA
I bring a steamingcup of coffee to my lips, taking a sip. I see now why technology here is so limited. Who needs to binge their favorite box sets and watch TV in the morning when the sunrises look likethis?
I lean over the veranda, wrists resting on the ledge.
To sum up yesterday in only one word would be like trying to explain death to the living.
One minute you’re killing a man. The next you’re orgasming into the night.
Three. Fucking. Times.
Did I get what I came for?
Yes.
A good rebound is all I wanted. Everybody knows that rebounding is one of the many stages of heartbreak.
But do I feel heartbroken?
No.
I went through a breakup at sixteen years old when I first moved to California. The relationship lasted four months and I was in agony. Like, unable to walk up the stairs because my heart felt so heavy.
This feels like a rebirth. I was sore when I woke up, but I rose with a spring in my step. The air this morning smells extra fragrant, and that wasbeforeI had my morning coffee.
You’re supposed to regret a rebound the second after it happens. Last night, I went to bed in high spirits like the cat that got the cream—literally.
And…maybe I even got more.
The brothers didn’t have to put their awkwardness aside and tuck me into bed last night, but they did it anyway.
The only thing about all of this that hurts like a bitch is the red-raw tattoo on my ass cheek.
My pinging phone disrupts me from my thoughts.
Mother dearest.
Mamma: When will you be home?
It’s a repeat of the message she sent last night.
I stare at the screen, irritating my already very ruined lips by chewing on them.
Home.What is that supposed to mean? For a while, I considered Italy home, until I realized there was nobody in the country that I wanted to see.
At seventeen years old, I made peace with calling California home. I had my so-called best friend, Willow. I had Tristan.
Mamma is the only one left in the state that I care about.
To make this even more of a mindfuck, if I left the deserttoday,I’d be sad. My logic is: Why end a good thing when it’s just beginning?
And if that’s not a big enough reason, I also have blood on my hands.
