Page 99 of Shootout Daddies
Three different kinds of pleasure, back-to-back-to-back, and they left me limp, smiling into the pillow like a fool. Double penetration will do that to a girl.
I shake the thought away quickly, heart racing, but my face must give it all away. Brooke smirks.
“Mmhmm. Thought so.”
“Fine. Yes. We’ve… you know.”
Brooke’s laugh is sharp and knowing. “Oh, Idoknow. And judging by that glow? You’ve been on an all-you-can-eat buffet, babe.”
“Brooke,” I groan.
“What?” She plops down at the table, reaching for her water. “You’re living with three hot men, and you look like you’ve been thoroughly defiled. I’m proud. You should frame this moment.”
Claire busies herself setting the twins up with snacks, either oblivious or politely pretending to be. Chloe squirms against me, and I lower her into the swing by the window. She coos once before settling, tiny fists batting the air.
Brooke watches me with hawk eyes. “So. Spill.”
I keep myself busy at the counter, arranging the salad I’d been prepping before she arrived. “It’s not just sex,” I admit finally, voice low.
Her brows lift. “Oh?”
I swallow. The words taste dangerous. “I think I’m catching feelings.”
Her smile is slow, wicked. “No shit.”
“It’s complicated, Brooke,” I rush out. “I’m supposed to move back to New York in less than two weeks. I have plans. A whole life waiting for me. This”—I gesture to the house, the swing, everything—“wasn’t supposed to happen.”
She tilts her head, voice softer now. “You meantheyweren’t supposed to happen.”
I nod, throat tight.
Before she can press me further, Storm appears again—this time dragging something from under the bed in the hallway. I frown. “Storm, what did you?—”
He trots into the living room proudly, tail wagging. Something small and plastic dangles from his mouth.
My stomach drops.
“Oh shit.”
Brooke leans forward. “What is that? A toy?”
It hits the rug with a dull clatter.
Not a toy.
An IUD.
MyIUD.
The world tilts. I lunge forward, snatching it up with trembling fingers. My vision tunnels.
Brooke’s voice cuts sharp. “Wait—hold on. That’s yourIUD? Like—the thing that’s supposed to be inside you right now?”
“Yes.” The word rips out of me. “It must’ve—it must’ve come out—I didn’t—oh my god.”
Brooke’s face pales. “Do you know how long it’s been out?”
“No.” My breath hitches, panic climbing my throat. “Weeks? Maybe longer? I didn’t even?—”
