Page 180 of Unhinged

Simone leaves the bathroom, and assuming she heard most of our conversation, I go over and kiss her, using plenty of tongue.

Simone pushes my chest and frowns, nodding toward them. “What are you doing?”

“Just giving them a re-enactment since they’re so nosey.”

My sisters jump off the couch, with Tabby bitching, “We asked if you were making a baby. Jeez.”

“Some people,” Ashley complains as they run upstairs. Good.

Simone mutters, “That’s karma for me. I told my brother to make me an aunt, and then I walked in on Finn and Hadley fucking in my mom’s basement on the couch.”

I cringe. “You did? She never told me that.” Not like I wanted to hear about her fucking Wilder.

Simone nods. “I didn’t want to see the exact moment I became one.”

“That’s disturbing yet hysterical.”

I kiss her again and then take her hand as I walk us to the stairs. She asks, “Be honest. Am I a rebound?”

“Simone, come on. Ignore them. They don’t see how a man and a woman can be friends.” The less I say, the better.

“I feel like I’m competing with Hadley.”

Losing my patience, I grit my teeth. “You’re not. I wish you’d believe me.” So I can believe myself. “Do you want to skip dessert? I’d rather have our own.”

Simone relaxes somewhat with a smile. “After what we did? I don’t think I have the energy.”

I laugh as we walk again. “You’re a college girl.”

“I don’t see how you have room for more. I think I turned you into a sex fiend.” She almost sounds remorseful. She shouldn’t. Sex with Simone has awakened me. I never knew life could feel this good.

I jerk her hand as we reach upstairs and whisper, “I’m making up for lost time.”

Simone’s soft laugh is music to my dick. She’s right. I’ve fallen in love with sex, but now it’s wearing her out. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

I motion for her to go ahead down the hall and then stare at her ass in tight pants. Walking close to her, I grab her left cheek and whisper, “I can’t help it, Dr. Frankenstein. You created this sex fiend. Now you gotta tame it.”

“Behave,” she warns. That’s funny coming from a college student who has slept with twenty-four guys.

When she turns to go into the dining room, I smack her ass, making her yelp and for her to flash a dirty look at me. Fuck, I love it. I snort and take her hand, holding it as we enter the room. Tabby and Ashley scowl at me but wave Simone over to their previous already-in-progress seats.

Simone giggles while I grumble, “Seriously?”

Tabby says, “Oh, Mom. Do you know what Greg said downstairs?”

“Hmm?” Sherry looks up from cutting the pie. That’s all I need is a dinner table discussion about my sexual needs or a fucking dirty mouth.

“Fine,” I concede, letting go of Simone’s hand.

Ashley claps, and Tabby grins in victory. Little bitches.

“What did Greg say?” Sherry presses.

I glare at Tabby, and she says, “That he wishes he could have taken ballet with Jo and me. Oops. That was a secret. Sorry, Greg.”

While Sherry contemplates and our dad isn’t in the room, I mouth, “Bitch,” to my sister, who revels in her glory hole. Simone purses her lips, being the adult here. Yeah. It’s probably better off I don’t reproduce.

Simone says, “It’s so nice to see how much you adore your sisters, Greg. I bet you’re a great big brother who would defend them against anyone like my brother does.”

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