Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Okay,” Zoe snaps. “Let her talk.” And everyone just looks at me.
“I think I’m a nymphomaniac.” I come out and tell them. Zoe’s eyes open big, Karrie’s mouth drops, Allison rolls her lips, and Vivienne just throws her head back and laughs.
“She got it so fucking good,” Vivienne says, slapping her hand on the table.
“I swear we had sex five times, and I must have had ten orgasms,” I tell them. “And as soon as we finished, I craved it again.”
“Snap,” Zoe says, “does he have a brother?”
“I swear, this morning, I woke up, and the first thing I did was pounce on him.” I shake my head. “He was sleeping, and I put a condom on him and rode him.”
“Jesus,” Zoe says. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it that bad.”
“Then you aren’t getting it right.” Allison shocks us all. “Max is always up for it.” And I now cringe when Zoe yells, “Ewww.”
“What? She’s allowed to talk about Evan and her pound town, but I can’t?”
“Yes, because she isn’t married to him,” Zoe says. “I don’t have to sit at the table next to him wondering if you banged him before we have Sunday dinner.”
“The answer is yes.” Allison sticks out her tongue. “If he is home, we have had sex at least once a day.”
“Same,” Karrie says, and now I hold up my hand.
“You are not allowed to tell us that because he is our brother. And isn’t he getting close to the age where he can have a heart attack from going at it that much?”
Karrie rolls her eyes. “I fucking wish.” Zoe, Allison, and I just cringe while Vivienne smiles. “I came home from the gym the other day. I was sweaty and I stank, and he looked at me and said ‘You in the mood?’”
“There has to be a cutoff age,” I tell them.
“Not here,” Allison says. “Not even close.”
“Anyway, can we focus on me for once?” I ask them. “What do I do?”
“You fuck,” Vivienne says, laughing. “You bang and bang and bang again and again and again and again.” Then she looks at us. “I haven’t had sex in five months.” Now it’s our turn to look at her shocked. “I’ve been busy.”
“Liar,” Karrie says, and now Vivienne glares at her. “But it’s not about her.”
“Why don’t you just enjoy the moment?” Allison says.
“He says I’m not allowed to touch myself if he isn’t here, and he left so many marks on me I am going to have to wear turtlenecks for the next week,” I tell them, and they all laugh.
“I remember once I left a hickey next to Max’s dick, and Matthew saw it.” Allison laughs out loud. “He didn’t know I was the one, and when he found out, he threw up.”
“Matthew is only allowed to leave them in places the kids can’t see,” Karrie says. “So basically I can’t go topless.”
“Why is it these men are all about branding their women?” Zoe asks. “It’s a bit too much.”
The rest of the chat goes smoothly, and I tell them about how I love him, and Zoe is the only one not surprised by this. When we finally hang up, it’s almost noon. I go back into his room and unpack my stuff, hanging what needs to be hung but leaving the folded clothes in the luggage by the wall. I grab a pair of yoga pants and a top and go to shower. Then I take my laptop and a notebook and make the kitchen table my office space.
I’m so into booking my schedule and returning a bunch of emails I don’t even notice the front door open and then slam shut. I look at the clock and see that it’s only one thirty. I get up and walk around the counter and stop when I come face to face with a blonde. My heart speeds up.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asks me, and I look to the side and see Lilo sitting beside me. “I can’t believe he would bring you here.”
“I’m sorry.” I finally find my words. “Who are you?”
“Me, sweetheart?” she says sarcastically. “I’m the one who is supposed to be here and not you.”
So this is what it feels like to be mature. This is what it feels like not to fly off the handle and to take a second. “That doesn’t answer my question.” I fold my hands over my chest. “Who are you?”
“I’m Candace, Evan’s sister.” She rolls her eyes, and I just look at her. “I swear he thinks with his dick all the time.” The words coming out of her mouth sting. I’m not going to lie, they also fucking hurt.
“Now that you’ve answered the who you are question, perhaps you would like to answer why you are even here,” I ask her, looking around. “This isn’t your house.” Her eyes just glare at me. “I mean, unless you were here to pick something up.”