Page 55 of Pitcher Us
Oh, you poor man. What a horrible picture to have. Maybe I should just always keep my mouth closed, would hate for you to picture me on my knees with my mouth wrapped around your dick.
Will
What a fucking picture that is. Can I frame it?
Sorry, dream frames only.
Will
I want a whole fucking gallery then.
A light chuckle escapes me.
“What are you laughing at?” Adam asks with simple curiosity.
“Oh, it was nothing. Just some silly picture,” I reply, locking my phone and shoving it in my pocket. I don’t exactly pick up the same vibe that Adam suspects anything between Will and me. I mean, he would be pissed, right? Isn’t it like some unspoken rule that your sibling’s friends are off-limits?
Damn, am I in a forbidden relationship right now?
“Oh, and you didn’t think that I would want to laugh at the picture?”
Rolling my eyes away from him, I wave him off. “Believe me, you wouldn’t have thought it was funny.”
“Yeah, what about me?” Will asks with a smirk. “I like pictures.”
This mother— “It’s too bad, you’ll never get to see.” I shrug. “Probably won’t ever come across it again.”
The smirk on Will’s face doesn’t falter, he actually laughs a little. When the conveyor belt kicks on, Adam steps up closer to watch for our bags, but Will takes a small step closer to me.
“We’ll see about that,” he mumbles.
A small blush creeps to my cheeks, and I hum a “Mm-hmm.”
After picking up our bags, we make our way out to the front of the airport. Jett texted Adam that he would be waiting out front for us. I had hoped Wyla would come with him, but she said Stevie was grumpy. I still have days to enjoy girl talk.
But the moment I walk out the sliding door I hear my name squealed from around the corner. “Auntie Cals!”
“Ah! My Stevie Bug!” I shout and race to her and Wyla. “You guys tricked me.”
Stevie launches toward me with open arms. “It was my idea! Did we surprise you?”
“You did! Best surprise ever.”
Wyla comes up to me next, wrapping her arm around my shoulder for a small hug because Stevie’s gone full spider monkey and clings to me tight. “She forced me into this scheme. There was no way I wasn’t coming.”
Jett comes up next, greeting the guys before prying his daughter off me. “Let her breathe, Stevie.”
Adam makes his way around to Stevie next and sets down his bag to flip her upside down and she giggles. “Stevie, I missed you. I need a hug.”
“Ah-Dum… Put. Me. Down.” With her giggling uncontrollably, she barely gets the words out.
Adam flips her all the way around and as soon as her little feet hit the ground and he lets her go, she takes two quick steps to me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist again.
Adam pretends to put his hand over his heart. “You wound me, Stevie. Why does everyone like my sister more than me?”
“Probably because she’s smarter than you,” Jett jokes.
“And prettier,” Wyla adds.
