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first with my mouth
and then I’ll fuck YOUR mouth
and then
finally
like the best fucking prize
like lifting the fucking Lombardi or something
then I’m gonna fuck you
I can’t wait to sink my cock into that sweet little cunt of yours, baby girl
it’s gonna feel like fucking heaven
ROO
Everett I am on a fucking plane
Everett
I know baby girl I’m onmy way
already in my truck
my cock is primed and ready for you
ROO
Everett
the nosy asshole next to me is reading over my shoulder
Everett
dude
you’re not invited
she’s all mine
“Talk to me, baby girl.” They’re the first words either of us have spoken since we met at arrivals. We’re ten minutes out of the airport now, and one of Everett’s hands is clutching mine as he drives. I let go of my suitcase and flung my arms around him, clinging to him when I came through the customs corridor out into the arrivals hall, but neither of us spoke. He just held me until I let go, then took my hand and led me all the way through the building and out to his truck.
“Everything is falling apart,” I whisper. Beside me, Everett sucks in a breath and exhales shakily, and his fingers flex softly around mine.
“No it’s not, honey. Things are changing. But I promise you, nothing is falling apart.”
“I don’t want to lose Jay. Or Katy. But I’m so fucking mad at them both, and I feel like I’ve lost them already. Like I’m the one who pushed them away.”
“So, fight for them. Walk in there and take them back, baby girl.”
“And I don’t want to say goodbye to Mum and Dad’s shops.”
“They’re selling them, right?”
“They’re as much home to me as the house we lived in. I grew up in the back rooms of that place.” I can still smell the unique blend of raw meat from the butcher’s shop mixed with the warm smell of baking bread. I can still feel the edge of the wooden chair biting into my thighs as I’d swing my feet, carefully writing out my homework.
