Page 73 of Sin With Me
Mattie
That's what you'll be screaming when he's spanking that ass and smashing it raw. You like it doggy style, don't you? He can hit all the right spots from that angle and with those piercings of his...you'll be squirting all over him.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I pinch the bridge of my nose because now I have that image in my head and beads of sweat form along my hairline at the very thought of that becoming a reality.
It's been alongdamn time since I've had sex.
Delilah
Maybe Wilder's right and we're a little bit too close...
Mattie
To be fair, we're usually drunk when we talk about sex. Or play with toys.
Delilah
Right, so clearly it's the alcohol's fault.
Mattie
Exactly!
I snort, then pocket my phone so I can grab my carry-on and deplane.
"Whaddya wanna do first?" Magnolia comes to my side as we walk toward the baggage claim.
"Shower and eat," I quip. "And then find Harlow and Waylon."
"I wanna do the ziplinin' at Fremont Street Experience since I didn't get to last year."
"Over the street?" I confirm and she nods. "That might be above my adventure meter."
"You're a professional trick rider!" Magnolia nudges. "This should be right up your alley."
"It's not as scary as it sounds," Tripp adds.
I haven't told them that I'm not going back to the rodeo next season but don't feel like now is a good time to bring that up, so I just shrug it off.
"Maybe we could try those thrill rides or skyjump at The Strat?" Magnolia offers. "
"Oh, that sounds fun," Mom chimes in, and I look at her like she's grown a second head.
"You wanna jump off a hundred-something-floor building?" I ask, dumbfounded. "Aren't you always tellin' Harlow and me not to die doin' dumb shit?"
She's told us all kinds of horror stories of people coming into the ER after doing risky shit, so I'm shocked as hell she'd be on board for this.
"Well yeah, like...don't street race or jump off a cliff. These are meant to besafethrillin' activities."
"Pretty sure you saw me in the ER twenty times when I was in high school," Wilder says, walking next to my mom. "Because I did alotof dumb shit."
"Oh, I remember." She laughs. "Pretty sure the nurses had a Bingo card and marked a square everytime you came in for being reckless. Only took a few months for someone to win."
Wilder's jaw drops and we all laugh. "That's because my parents made me go in for every little thing. Concussion, broken rib, leg injury..."
"Yeah, how dare Mom and Dad wanna keep you alive," Tripp deadpans, but I don't think he meant to say it like that because his face falls as soon as the words come out.
