Page 63 of Risking Immortality

“Ah yes, the family that saw me buck naked last night.”

Shit, I forgot about that. “I wouldn’t worry. I covered you quickly.”

“Amelia, I’m kidding. I don’t care if they saw my tits. Hell, they’re fabulous,” she smirks.

“Yes, they are.”

“You don’t seem too happy they’re tagging along.”

“You wouldn’t be either if you’d ever experienced a Loch vacation.”

“Oh, it can’t be that bad, surely.”

“Ha, you have no idea.”

“Tell me!”

“Oh no. This you have to experience.”

Erin pulls me in by the waist. I’ve managed to get a bra, panties, and slacks on. “I’m looking forward to being part of it,” she whispers as her lips skate across my neck. My clit twitches and pulses. Her lips are enough to get me off. I know it.

“You are…” I swallow thickly again “… part of the family.”

“Good.” Her tongue licks the shell of my ear. Erin is driving me nuts. God, I just want to rip her robe off and fuck her senseless.

“We… we should get ready.” I pull away, pecking her on the temple. Throwing a jumper over my head, I step away from Erin, who is looking at me with drawn eyebrows. I take my suitcase from the back of my closet and set about ramming the clothes inside.

“Okay,” Erin finally says, elongating the word. Of course, she knows I’m acting weird, but I don’t have it in me to have that conversation yet. Not when she’s just going to tell me she’s fine and I’m overacting. Not when she finds out the thought of sleeping with her again scares me to death.

Silently, we organize ourselves. I excuse myself to call Claire and fill her in on our plan. Insomnia will be in her sole care for the foreseeable future. Honestly, I think it’s best if I bring Claire on as a business partner, officially. God knows what the hell will happen over the next twelve months. I need Claire to take over my responsibilities. And, in the event I turn into a raving lunatic on my birthday, I want to know my legacy will continue in capable hands.

Is that me catastrophizing again?

Twenty-Four

“Lucille Loch, if you don’t stop hitting your brother, I’m going to instruct Nathan to turn this jet around and take us back to LA.”

“He started it,” Lucille whines, making me titter.

“And I’m finishing it,” Mother declares.

Erin’s shoulders are shaking with silent laughter. I did try to warn her that a Loch vacation was going to be interesting. So far, we’ve endured Lucas’s snoring. Lucille’s attempts to beat Jacob. Aliah’s off-key singing and my father’s insistence we all partake in travel games. All that and we’ve literally just taken off. For once, I’m pleased we are using a private plane. The public shouldn’t be subject to this.

After I got over the shock of knowing all my family planned to join us on our trip to Ireland, I refocused on keeping my eye on Erin. Everyone gave her a hug when we ventured downstairs this morning. A choir of “how are you” was followed by an “Erin, you have fantastic breasts.” It shocked me to hear Aliah make the statement, when that was prime Lucille. Before I could admonish Aliah for being crass, Erin spoke up. “Thanks, I grew them myself.”

With everyone laughing, including me, we began our epic journey. I say epic because any time I have to spend traveling with all my siblings is an epic effort on my part not to kill them after five minutes.

“How are you feeling?” I ask Erin quietly. She rolls her eyes, but at least answers me.

“I’m fine. Just like I was ten minutes ago, and ten minutes before that.”

“Okay.” I’ll drop it for now. Spotting Marcus, I give Erin’s knees a quick squeeze and head over to him. Maybe giving Erin a bit of space from me is what’s best right now?

“Marcus, you’re looking rather thoughtful on your own over here.”

“Just thinking.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

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