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“I’m close,” he grunted in my ear, pushing himself deep inside me. “I’m wearing a condom, but I can pull out before I come if you want.”
“…that’s it, munchkin, take me in like a good girl…”
“Fuck, your pussy is gold.”
“…don’t fight it, munchkin. Don’t be a fucking crybaby like my other one…”
Shivering violently, I held my breath and waited for it to end.
“Is this your first time?”
“…see, that wasn’t so bad, was it, munchkin? You’re a big girl now…”
“No.” My tears trickled onto my pillow. “I’m a big girl.”
“Hold up—are you crying?”
“…keep your mouth shut or I’ll slit her fucking throat…”
“Jesus, I’ll stop, okay,” he strangled out. “Don’t cry.”
“No, Hugh, no!” Choking out a pained sob, I reached for him blindly. “Don’t leave me.”
TURN OFF THE LIGHTS
Hugh
NOVEMBER 1, 2003
“COME ON, HUGH,” ONE OF THE GIRLS FROM ONE OF MY SISTER’S DANCE GROUPScoaxed a few hours later when she sidled up against me. “Dance with me.”
“Yeah, Hugh,” Gibs, who was three sheets to the wind and romancing his near-empty tequila bottle, mocked. “Dance with her.”
“Sorry, Lisa, I can’t,” I replied with a shake of my head. “I have a girlfriend.”
“Where is she?”
Hopefully at home.
“I have a girlfriend,” I repeated, peeling her fingers off my shirt and taking a safe step out of danger. “But he doesn’t,” I blurted, shoving my teammate Luke Casey toward her.
“Wow, Hugh, how generous,” Luke said dryly, while his eyes said,you better get me out of this, asshole.
“Oh wow.” She exhaled an impressed breath. “You arebeautiful.”
“He’s so beautiful,” Gibs agreed, still mimicking her high-pitched voice while batting his lashes. “Such a beautiful, beautiful boy.”
Pulling a condom wrapper from her bra, she waved it in front of his face like it was some great prize, and then, before even Gibs had a chance to think of a comeback, she had her tongue down our teammate’s throat far enough to touch his tonsils.
Temporarily blindsided, Luke kept his hands up at his sides, completely fucking stunned, and when she slid a hand into her jeans, I had to look away.
“Jesus Christ.” Shaking my head, I turned to gape at Gibs. “What did we do?”
“You would think I’d find that sexy, but nope.” Shaking his head, Gibs slugged a mouthful of tequila straight from the bottle before cupping his hand around his mouth and shouting, “Lukey, hold three fingers up if you need help!”
Our teammate raised a hand, but instead of showing three fingers, he gave us the middle one.
And then, with his mouth still surgically attached to Lisa Nevin’s demon tongue, Luke hoisted her into his arms.
