Page 148 of Reckless Vow

“But locking yourself away instead of talking? We can disagree, we can make mistakes, but we can’t just bail out.”

Her shoulders sag, and she has that tortured expression that makes me want to wage war on the whole world.

The problem is that the only war left to fight is in our own backyard.

“I’m sorry, Baldo. I promise I won’t shun you.”

“Well, at least I got a nutritious breakfast out of it.”

“And it’s breakfast with entertainment.” She saunters over to stand between my legs.

“Entertainment?”

She smirks and drops to her knees, pulling the waistband of my briefs down.

“Brook?”

“Be a good boy.” She wraps her lips around my cock.

* * *

I make her come in the shower, my little nymph, and then wash her hair, which is my new fetish.

I help her out of the shower and dry her before wrapping a towel around her. Grabbing another one, I hook it around my hips.

“The family lunch is today,” she says tentatively while she combs her hair.

“I know.”

Mom called me several times. I only listened to one of her voice mails, and I can imagine the rest of them. I’m not invited so much as I’m expected.

“Are you…?”

“I’ll drive you there.”

Am I now? Shit.

She stops the movement and watches me in the mirror, her eyes shining. “You are coming?”

She sounds so excited that my chest squeezes. But I’m not playing siblings with her there, so her excitement is premature.

“I’ll see.”

Her face falls at my noncommittal answer.

Because I’m a bastard, I walk away. I don’t know why my tongue runs without consulting my brain.

I find a pair of brown slacks and a navy button-down and get dressed.

The elephant in the room has destroyed the morning’s bliss. It’s the story of our lives. Fuck.

We get ready and leave together like we’re truly sharing the destination. And while we are, we also aren’t.

“Why don’t you produce the series yourself?” I ask her as we weave through the sleepy Sunday traffic in my new Volvo.

“Me?”

“That’s what I said.”

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