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“It’s times like these that I regret moving back home.”
He sets his hands on my shoulders. “Go be a good aunt.”
“I’ll try to be done early tomorrow…if you want to come back over.”
He leans down to kiss me. “Call me, and I’ll be here. We have a whole drawer of toys to play with.”
I groan. “You can’t say things like that when you’re walking out the door.”
I lead him out of the bedroom and toward the front door. Eve sees him, and her eyes go wide.
She jumps off the couch. “Oh, my gosh! I didn’t know you had a guy here! I’m so sorry! You guys were going to do it, weren’t you? I’ll go hang out in the other bedroom. I’ll put on my headphones, and you won’t even know I’m here.”
I hold up my hand. “Calm down. You don’t have to go hide.” I point to the couch. “Sit. Prepare to talk.”
We get to the door, and I step onto the porch with him.
He turns to look at me. “Hope everything goes alright tonight.”
I sigh. “You and me both.” I usually would have just told her to get lost, but—”
“It’s probably a big deal.”
“It better be. She better have a good reason for being a clam jam.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Clam jam?”
“Yeah. It’s the female equivalent to a cock block. Clam Jam. Or beaver impeder. Taco blocko.”
He laughs. “How about I give you double the orgasms next time I see you?”
“I’m holding you to that.”
twenty-three
Family Drama
Ronnie
Iwalk back inside after a quick make out session with Drew.
Eve says, “Was that your boyfriend?”
“What? No.”
“Then, who was he?”
“He’s my current orgasm provider, and I had to relieve him of his duties for the evening, so I suggest you get to talking.”
She goes to open her mouth, but I say, “Actually, hold that thought.”
A few minutes later, I join her on the couch and hand her a mug of hot chocolate.
“Aww, thanks.”
“Don’t thank me. I just needed a vessel to hold my Kahlua. Now, why don’t you tell me why your mom thought you were at Amanda’s?”
“Well, that’s where I told her I was…”
