Page 125 of Toxic Wishes

“It will taste good too.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s in this, or will you make Bodie and I guess on this one, too?”

“If I tell you, then what’s the fun in that?” she says, placing one burger patty on a large glass plate.

“I chopped up some fruit. Can you grab it from the fridge? Lunch is ready.”

“Sure,” I tell her as I turn around and walk over to the refrigerator.

“Bodie!” I call upstairs to let him know that his lunch is ready. I started training this morning, and an idea dawned on me when I was at the gym.

“What do you think about putting a gym in the garage?” I ask Abigail as I place the container of fruit on the counter.

“For?” She asks as she carries the burgers, a few slices of bread, and a large salad to the table.

“Guests, but also for you or me, it would be convenient to have when we are out here, don't you think?” I froze when I realized the words that just came from my mouth. We. When the fuck did I ever use that word, unless it’s about Bodie and me.

“It could be a great selling point when marketing the lake house. Unless it’s mainly old people that come out here.” She smirked as she passed by me, grabbing some water.

“No, it’s usually the family type of people, and the lake house is big, so it’s always a family renting it out with another family or two to three couples staying here all at once.”

“Then I’d say go for it. I know I’ll use it.” She says.

I lean in to whisper. “I would love to see you bend over in front of me in it.”

My dick twitches at the thought of how insatiable this girl is. Last night, she saw how bad of a mood I was in. She began sucking my dick, and that just got me going. Then we fucked like wild animals, and I finished with her legs spread around me as I held my hand over her mouth so she didn’t wake up Bodie.

We couldn’t fall asleep, so I started asking her what it meant to be a Scorpio and all that zodiac stuff. I wanted to know what got her into all that astrology stuff. She started going into how she was proud to be a Scorpio because they were a powerful sign in astrology. Any other zodiac sign unmatches their intensity, passionate nature, and strength. But their downfall was they could quickly form addictive traits, and sex was the one she tried to avoid because she never wanted to be ashamed of being a slut. But she always knew she loved it. She told me how she humped a pillow at sixteen and had her first orgasm, and after that, she would sneak off in the bathroom at her parent's house and masturbate almost every other day to chase that feeling again.

I knew then she was a hidden freak.

The girl loved to please and get pleased, and I was not complaining. With Abigail, I’m learning that she’s not only independent but full of surprises, too.

“In that case, you better get started on that gym immediately, Colt Kilian.” My name rolls off her tongue, and I love the sound of it. It doesn’t feel like I’m this big-time NFL player, a dad or a fucked-up older brother running from the ghosts of his past. When she says it, I feel like me. She stretched on her tippy toes to kiss me. “I’m starving. Football practice was rough. I don’t know how you practice in this kind of heat, Dad,” Bodie says from down the hall.

I break away from Abigail and notice a flicker in her eye. Was she mad? Hurt? I wasn’t sure, but I’m sure it had to do with how fast I peeled myself off of her just now. It’s a normal reaction. Bodie was always the number one person I tried to protect, and I wasn’t sure what this was or where it was going, so until then, I didn’t want Bodie to think it would be anything permanent.

The doorbell rings as soon as Bodie comes into view. “I’ll get it,” Bodie says, opening the door before I can warn him.

“Hey, Bodie Bear. How ya been?”

I rub a hand down my face as I take a deep breath.

“Is that your-”

“Yes,” I say, cutting her off, “and don’t call him that. Sperm donor, remember?” I walk off. I know I might sound like a total dick right now, but my father had a great way of bringing that side out of me.

“Grandpa!” Bodie shrieks as my dad brings him in for a hug.

“Cliff, it’s so nice of you to stop by,” I say tersely. There isn’t even room for sarcasm. I never joked with my dad. How could I? He didn’t make it easy when he was the butt of all my jokes.

“Hi, son,” he says.

“I’m not your son.”

His million-dollar smile doesn’t even falter. He was an expert at smiling when shit was flying at him. Cliff walks inside before I can even greet him.

“Something smells good.”

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