“I’ve already contacted Karla, and she’s working on it, but I don’t know, JP. I don’t know if we can fix this.”
“We have to fucking fix this. Do you realize how damaging that assumption would be for Kelsey? She’ll be fucking humiliated. Not to mention, that email is damning.” My lungs seem to stop working as I attempt to catch my breath. “I’ll . . . I’ll fucking lose her. I’ll lose everything.” I look at Breaker, pleading. “Please, dude, please help me. Throw whatever kind of cash we need to throw at it. It just needs to be dead.”
“I’ll work on it. Let me call Karla again and see what I can do.”
He starts to walk by me, but I grip his arm and say, “I love her, Breaker. I fucking love her so much, and this will destroy us. I can feel it. Please help me.”
“I will. Just hang here for a second. Let me see what I can do.”
KELSEY
“My sister is getting married,” I shout as I hold my glass of champagne above my head. “Ahhh!”
We’re standing on the clear surface over the pool, Lottie’s arm around my waist as we sway to the music. Breaker returned without JP, only to whisk Huxley away, claiming they had “man things” to talk about. Mom and Jeff are cuddling by the outdoor fireplace, and Dave and Ellie are dancing next to a palm tree, taking great advantage of the alone time away from their newborn.
It’s a beautiful night.
The stars are bright.
The champagne is pulsing through my veins.
And all I can think about is when I get back to JP’s place, I’m going to hump his brains out.
“I’m going to hump his brains!” I lift my champagne glass.
“Hump whose brains?” Lottie asks me.
“JP’s. Tonight. I’m going to sit on his head and hump him.”
“Oh, I love sitting on Huxley’s face. Nothing is more satisfying than feeling his hands ride my inner thighs while his tongue does all the work.”
“I haven’t sat on JP’s face yet, but I deep-throated him in a plane.” I turn toward my sister and grip both of her shoulders the best I can while still holding a champagne flute. “Have you deep-throated with your head hanging off the bed? Highly recommend. I never enjoyed balls in my face as much as that night.”
“Oh, when a nut-sack rests on my eyeball, it’s a strangely comforting thing. Like a cold cucumber, but instead, a pouch full of semen.” She taps her eyes. “Hmm, maybe I’ll ask for a crotch facial tonight. Huxley hates when I call it that, so now, I always call it that.”
“I wonder what JP would say if I asked him for one.”
“He’d probably say yes. Every man likes to show dominance by setting his junk on a woman’s face. Think of it as a form of marking their territory.”
“It’s appealing, but I also want to use this vibrator he has in his nightstand. It’s just a regular one, but I’m pretty sure he’s used it in his butt . . .” I laugh so hard that I start coughing.
“Huxley likes things in his butt. Sometimes I twirl my finger in there.” Whispering, she says, “He doesn’t like the twirl.”
“I haven’t stuck my finger in JP’s butt yet. I don’t think I’m confident to do that.”
“No need for confidence, just poke it on up there. If he moans, congratulate yourself. If he asks what the fuck you’re doing, just say, ‘oh . . . I’m sorry, was that not where my finger was supposed to go?’”
“I don’t know. I think I should just tickle his balls with the vibrator tonight.”
“That’s also a winning idea. Ooo, put it at the underneath part of his head. I did that to Huxley and, I’m not kidding, he came in five seconds. It was so hot.”
“I like that idea. I should text him.”
“Oh, yes. Great idea. Sext him.”
I grab my phone from the table in front of us and open our text thread.
Kelsey: Hey, big man.
“You call him that?” Lottie asks.
“Uh, not really, but it was the first thing that came to my mind. Should I delete it?”
She nods. “Call him lover.”
Kelsey: Hey, big man. Hey, lover. I’m thinking about your big cock right now.
“Oh yeah, tell him how big,” Lottie says.
Kelsey: Your enormous, thick, girthy, massive, heavy, veiny cock.
“God, I love a veiny cock. You should see Huxley’s when it’s hard and straining. Sometimes I just like to watch it bob up and down when it wants release.”