Page 43 of Joyride
“Alright, get back to your girls night. I’ll see y’all in the morning.” He stands from the stairs.
“I love you, Bubba.”
“I love you, too, Sis.”
I watch him walk away for a beat before going back inside. I send Sketch a text.
To Sketch:Breakfast at Rosie’s at ten tomorrow.
“Everything okay,” Sienna asks.
“Better than ever,” I reply.
“Did you tell him about you and Sketch?”
“No, I’ll wait until Sketch is with me to tell him.” I sit back on the couch between her and Aria. “Speaking of, you, me, Sketch and Shade are going to breakfast tomorrow. If anyone else wants to come, you’re more than welcome to.”
“Where at,” Minx asks.
“Rosie’s at ten.”
“I’ll pass. I’m miserable enough as it is,” Cali says.
My phone vibrates in my hand.
From Sketch:I’ll be there.
From Sketch:I’m having withdrawals from your kisses.
My cheeks heat. Zack was never cheesy like Sketch is. It’s one of the things I love most about Sketch.
“What’s got you blushing over there?” Minx smirks at me.
“Huh? Oh, nothing.” I smile.
To Sketch:After tomorrow, you can kiss me anytime you want. ;P
From Sketch:I can’t fucking wait, Little Brid.
We end up ordering pizza for dinner and spend the rest of the night talking and catching up. Cali left shortly after dinner. With that baby coming any day now, she’s ready for bed by seven o’clock. I make my way to bed around ten, texting Sketch before I fall asleep.
To Sketch:I wish I was lying next to you tonight. Goodnight.
From Sketch:Me too. Sleep sweet, beautiful.
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Sketch
I almost letit slip to Shade that Wren and I are together now. I’m confident he’ll be supportive of us, but I know he’ll appreciate us telling him together. Even if we have kept it from him for a week. I’ve been laying in my bed thinking about Wren since she last texted me. I got so used to having her fall asleep in my arms. Not having her here next to me feels wrong. After we tell Shade about us, everything will be fine. I finally drift off to sleep with nothing but Wren on my mind.
The next morning, I’m awake and out of bed by a quarter after eight. I send Wren a good morning text before taking a quick shower. A shower where I spend most of my time thinking about Wren. My dick grows harder with every thought of her. Imagining her delicious lips around my cock has me grabbing myself and slowly pumping my hand. I think about gently guiding her head up and down my dick and how it would feel having her moan with her mouth full of my dick. Before I know it, I’m shooting my load at the wall.
I speed through my normal shower routine and get out of the shower, frustrated more now than before my shower. I dress in jeans, a black shirt and my cut, then head out to the main room. Shade is already out here.
“What’s up, brother?” I sit on the couch across from him.
“Waitin’ to go to breakfast. You wanna come?”
