Page 167 of Collect the Pieces

Margot finally wanders out in red plaid flannel pants and an oversized red sweatshirt with a black cat face on the front. It kind of reminds me of one of the patches our Virginia charter hands out. I open my mouth to say that, then stop. The pussy patch has a bit of an unsavory backstory. Although now that I’m with Margot, I kinda want to call Ice and see if his club’s doing the pussy patch challenge again.

“You look good in that.” I pull her into my arms, and she rests her check against my chest.

“You say that with everything I wear.”

I shrug. “Then it must be true.”

She laughs softly.

My phone vibrates and I pull it out. “Food’s here.”

“That was fast tonight.”

“I’ll be right back.”

After we eat, Margot leans back and stretches her arms overhead, letting out a contented sigh. The weight of the afternoon still seems to cling to her but at least she has more color in her cheeks.

I reach over and settle my hand on her thigh. “Feel better?”

“Much.”

“Should we?—”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore tonight. Tomorrow morning, I’ll need to tell my dad. And I still have so much work to do for Whisper’s funeral.” She slides off her stool and moves closer, pressing her body against my side. “I’d like to do something else tonight,” she finishes in a low rasp.

Her voice. Her eyes that lower as she sweeps her gaze over me.

Whatever she has in mind, I’m in.

I finish my seltzer in one swallow and set the glass on the bar. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Well.” She curls her hand around mine and tugs. “Remember the first time you came over?”

She pulls me toward her lounge chair, a playful smile dancing over her lips. “For my first lesson.”

“Fuck yes. How could I forget?”

“Well, I think about it a lot.” She stops at the foot of the chair.

“As do I.” I curl my arm around her waist and yank her against me. “Loved every second with you. Already knew a few lessons weren’t going to be enough.”

“Really?” She pushes against my chest.

She’ll have to push a lot harder to move me. “What do you want?” I ask. “You want me in the chair? You want a repeat?”

“Sort of.”

I strip off my T-shirt and settle all the way into the chair. “Come show me.”

She pulls a condom out of her pocket and slaps it on the side table.

“Ooo, look at you all prepared,” I tease.

She presses one knee into the chair and slowly lowers herself until she’s straddling my thighs.

“Come closer.” I cup her butt and slide her right up against me.

“Oh,” she gasps and rolls her hips. “You’re already…you’re so…”

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