Page 94 of Broken Promises

“People check me out all the time. A bra isn’t going to fix that,” she says, laughing as she pulls back to look at me. The happy, post-orgasm glow on her face makes my chest warm. I love every version of Willa, but this is my favorite.

“You’re right. You can wear my clothes. Then they can’t see anything.”

She laughs and pulls off me, walking to the bathroom with her legs glued together to stop the mess running down her leg. I’m getting hard again just thinking about the mess we made. I shake my head to get my thoughts in order because I actually do need to leave.

“Can you text Cal while I get ready?” she calls from the bathroom. “I don’t want him freaking out because I left without telling him again.”

I sigh and grab my phone from my pants pocket before pulling them up. I know why he wants us all checking in, but it’s getting old. It’s not like I can’t take care of my own damn wife.

Willa is coming to physical therapy with me. We should be home around five.

Cal

I roll my eyes. I throw my shirt on and grab my jacket.

“I’m going to leave without you, Princess!” I call.

My phone vibrates again.

Mav

Family meeting.

I have physical therapy. Can you update me later or is it an emergency?

Mav

It can wait until you’re home.

Cal

Can you pick up dinner, Dec? I’ll call it into the Indian place next to the training center.

Kai

Get extra garlic naan. You always forget and fucking eat it all.

Cal

Yeah yeah.

Sure, I can get it.

Belle

Should we be worried?

Mav

No, but I think I figured something out.

Harlow

Mysterious. I like it.

I snort and pocket my phone.

“Willa!” I call again.

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