Page 92 of Stitch
Camille was gone ahell of a long time, in fact, I was about to go and find her when Has returned, and slipped a fresh pair of gloves on. I don’t know what the fuck he spent his break doing, but he looked frustrated.
“You okay, brother?”
He nodded, sitting down and getting back to work again.
“Sorry for drawing blood there.”
I shrugged. “Shit happens. It’s looking awesome though, man. Never thought I’d wear one of these.”
He shot me a brief and unexpected glare, then nodded.
“Yeah, some of us don’t get to do this, but I’m happy for you guys.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged, forcing a grin.
“Not all marriage material, I guess. Ignore me, I’m tired.”
I saw Camille walking back in at last, and thank fuck, because she’d been gone ages.
“Brother, have you had more internet problems or something?”
Has shot me another glare. “Contrary to what you believe, my cock isn’t always on the fucking web, okay?”
Wow. I let him finish the rest of my tat in silence, because something was bothering him, and I seemed to be making it worse every time I opened my damn mouth.
We partied after our tats were done, and then it was time to take my lady back to my room, to consummate our fucking connection. I know we’d literally just come back from our honeymoon, but seriously, it was a monumental occasion, and deserved to be celebrated.
When we reached my room, I half expected to find Elise in there, but it was empty.
“I thought she’d be here.”
“You storing your other old lady in here, Stitch? I’m not the sharing kind, remember?” Camille giggled, and tripped over her own feet as she came at me.
“Wife, you’re one wasted old lady. Sit down before you fall.” I guided her onto the bed, and dug my phone out, sending a quick text to Elise. Surely she didn’t go home during the party, but was it any better if she’d stayed? She wasn’t in my fucking room, so was she shacked up with someone?
“Stitch? I’m nakey…” I turned to see a naked Camille trying to crawl seductively across the bed, before she faceplanted and started giggling. I was loving drunk Camille, but even in my own wasted state, I was worried about my sister.
“Did Elise seem okay earlier?”
Camille mumbled something I could barely understand, with her face still buried in the bedding. I reached over and slapped her bare ass.
“Hey!Actually, wait, do that again.”
“Babe, I’m serious. Did Elise say she was leaving?”
She giggled again, rubbing her face against the bedding.
“She’s… she… was fine when I saw her. Oh yeah…” She started giggling again, slipping her hand underneath her and letting out a soft moan.
“Do it myself… hubby old man too distracted…”
I slapped her ass again.
“I’ll show you too distracted.”
She’d be fine, right? Everyone kept telling me she was a grown woman, so she’d be fine.
