Page 54 of My Soul for Sale

“I’m assuming you’re asking if it was awkward or if I liked it?”

“Yup,” he replies, moving into the bathroom with the mop bucket so we can mop the floor before we stain it.

“It wasn’t as strange as I thought it would be. Seeing her come undone like that was sexy as hell. Knowing she was taking our two cocks was hot. Seeing your dick, I could live without,” I answer him truthfully.

“So we’re doing this? We’re going to share Sloane. I’m fine with it, as you know, but I want to know where you stand. I won’t let you just use her for a good fuck.”

“We’re doing this. I don’t know all the logistics, and I don’t promise to not get in my head about it once in a while since it’s new. But I want her.” I dip the mop in the water and start to scrub.

“Well, then.” A large smile takes over his face. “Cheers to seeing my dick a lot more then.” He laughs like a hyena and I flick the head of the mop at him.

“Fucking little shit.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Sloane

I wake up in Rip’s bed, but I’m alone. How the heck did I get to their house, let alone the bed? I remember having quite possibly the best orgasm of my life, but then I passed out.

Sitting up, I look around and the room is dark, but I can see my purse and phone on the nightstand next to me. Quickly, I grab my phone and see a text from Atlas.

Atlas: Dad gave you a bath at the house but then I took you to our place. Make yourself at home. We’re gonna finish at the house and be back. Love you

I smile and butterflies flutter in my belly at how they take care of me. This may have started in the weirdest way possible and we’ve had some bumps already, but I can’t wait to see how this plays out.

When I think about it, it’s still slightly weird that I’m sleeping with my old stepdad, but I don’t dwell on it. He’s mine now and I plan on keeping him and his son, if they’ll have me. Well, if Ripley continues not being a prick. Because I was serious when I told him if he speaks to me like he has again, I’m done.

I’ve had enough to last me a lifetime, thanks to Ali and the bullies in school. I don’t need it as an adult. I know my worth and who I am.

Sliding out of the bed, I notice I’m naked and tiptoe over to Rip’s dresser, pulling out a shirt long enough to act like a dress. I grab a pair of his boxers and tug them on, rolling them a few times so they don’t peek out from under the shirt.

It’s almost four and I’m thinking I should make some dinner to surprise them when they come home.

I go down to the kitchen and look through the cabinets and fridge, but I don’t see anything that screams a nice home-cooked meal. I want to make some salmon with baked potatoes, a filling and hearty meal for my men who have worked all weekend remodeling my house.

Checking the time, I decide there’s enough time to run to the store. Looking down at my outfit, I debate if I need to change. Fuck it. It’s just the grocery store, who cares.

Heading to the door, I slide on a pair of crocs I left here a few days ago.

Shit! I need my purse.

Running upstairs, I grab it from the nightstand and head out the door.

When I get out to the driveway, my little PT Cruiser is nowhere to be seen. Atlas must have brought me home in the van or he took my car back to the house.

Rip’s truck is here, but I don’t think I should take it without permission, even if it’s with good intentions. But I really wanna make dinner, so I decide to throw caution to the wind and get behind the wheel.

Rip has the keys in the visor like I remember from when we lived with him. Without a second thought, I start the truck, back out of the driveway, and head to the store.

Santo’s Corner Store is only a few blocks from their house, so I make it there in no time, parking the truck and heading inside.

I grab a basket, drop in some large baking potatoes, salmon filets, and all the fixings for the potatoes, then hurry to check out and jump in the truck.

I’m driving back to the house when I pass Dough Re Mi Sweets. They have the best desserts. I hit the brakes and whip into a street parking spot, with the plan to find something for after dinner.

Entering the bakery, I look at the displays and settle on a German Chocolate Cake.

With my sweet tooth satisfied, I step out of the shop, checking the time on my phone, and walk smack into someone.

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