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When Jane attempts to give me a blow job, I stop her. I need as much fuel as possible to pleasure two girls. I tell Sasha to move up the bed as I shift down. She starts riding my face as I lick her pussy. Meanwhile, I have my finger inside Jane as I tweak one of her nipples. With my other hand I reach up and tweak Sasha’s nipple. With both girls primed and ready, I ask Jane to bring a condom. She puts it on me and begins to ride me as I lick the hell out of Sasha’s pussy. She’s the first to go off. Jane falls after her, and I am not far behind. We all catch our breath. The girls decide to smoke a joint, while I check my messages and head to the washroom to discard the condom. I leave my phone behind. When I return, I take a quick peek to see a text from my best friend, Isabelle, who I nicknamed Izzy when we were five.
Izzy:Did you see the news?
I don’t know what she’s talking about, but I’ll check it soon when I don’t have my hands so full. The girls pull me back into bed and my phone drops. I get sucked back into a world of ecstasy. A world where life is easy and I forget all my problems.
CHAPTER ONE
Isabelle
Elyna, my best friend Luc’s sister, FaceTime’s me. I immediately answer the call because she is rarely in touch. She moved to Montreal a few years back since it was easier to get work there than in Val-Du-Lys, the small town where we grew up.
“This is a nice surprise,” I say answering the call.
“I thought I would check in. I tried calling my brother, but I think it’s easier getting a hold of the President.” She rolls her eyes.
I laugh. Luc has a busy schedule between the hockey team, school, and girls.
“You know how Luc is. He’s a busy guy,” I defend. Elyna rocks her baby boy while muttering sweet nothings to him, as I talk about my junior year of college coming to an end and how I can’t believe I don’t know where the last three years went. Elyna is a bit of a mother figure to me and Luc. I say a bit because Elyna has a knack of finding trouble. She fell apart after their mom died. Luc went into protective mode, even though he wasthe younger one, and Elyna acted out and that theme just carried through the years.
I get a notification on my Instagram account. I set it up that way when something gets posted about my boyfriend, West Knight, since he is a famous hockey player.
“One second, Elyna, something got posted about West,” I explain.
“You’re still with that hunky hockey player?” she asks.
“I am,” I confirm.
“Funny, I always thought the only hockey player you’d end up with is my brother,” she teases. She isn’t the only one in our small town to make a comment like that.
“You know it isn’t like that between Luc and me.” That’s how I answer. It’s my go-to answer because it’s not like I don’t have feelings for Luc. It’s not that I’m not attracted to him. He checks off all my boxes. It’s that Luc friend zoned me from the moment I became aware of the opposite sex, and he’s made sure we keep those boundaries in check because our friendship means everything to him. It’s important to me too. That’s why I dated West, because I knew waiting for my best friend to wake up and smell the coffee beans was never going to happen. I met West and we hit it off, and here we are a couple years later, still dating.
“I’ve heard that before, but I figured at some point in the last three years you two would’ve figured yourselves out there at college, away from the prying eyes of everyone in Val-Du-Lys.” She chuckles. Our town is small, and gossip runs just as fast as some of the rivers that run through it.
My breath hitches when I come across a post of West photographed with a young gorgeous woman who is clearly a model.
“Oh no,” I blurt.
“What’s wrong? Did that famous hockey player cheat on you? Because Luc will kick his ass,” she rants. I love her. I do. But right now, I feel like the rug has been pulled out from under me.
“Elyna, I need to go.”
“Damn, Izzy, I’m sorry. I just need you to relay a message to Luc. I’m leaving Montreal and heading back home,” she says.
“Why? What happened?” I feel bad for getting absorbed in my own problems when she is a single mom to a six-month-old baby.
“Lost my job. Can’t afford my apartment,” she replies. “Riley hasn’t come around in months and even when he was, he didn’t contribute financially to Braden’s care,” she says of the man who knocked her up. Elyna is seven years older than Luc and me. Riley Jansen, her son’s father, grew up on the other side of Val-Du-Lys. They were in the same graduating class. He was bad news back then too.
“I’m sorry. Are you going to live with your dad?”
“I don’t have any other choice. He seems to be okay, but we haven’t been in touch too much over the years. You know my dad; he isn’t very interested in Luc and me.” Charles Chabot, Luc’s dad, is a functioning alcoholic. Luc didn’t like to talk about his homelife, but I never got a good vibe from that man.
“I’ll give Luc the message, but you should reach out to Phoenix, I know he was looking for waitresses at the Maple Valley Microbrewery, since it’s a busy time of year,” I suggest. Phoenix is my eldest brother. He and Elyna are the same age and went to high school together, but they never seemed to get along the way Luc and I did.
“Thanks, maybe I will,” she says, but it doesn’t sound like she is too excited about it. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I don’t have much choice.” Her response is dry and tired.
“Okay, take care of you and if you need something, please don’t hesitate to call me.”
