Page 96 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
My cock.
I slip my hand under her shirt, trail my fingers along her side, up?—
The doorbell rings.
I ignore it, draw her head down, kiss her again?—
It goes again.
“We should?—”
“Ignore it,” I mutter, pulling her closer, my lips finding hers again?—
Pound. Pound. Pound!
Faye stills, opens her mouth.
And I think of the videos currently circulating online. I think of Courtney…and how unhappy she’s going to be to when she sees them.
Unhappy enough to…
Come here and tell me all about her unhappiness.
Fuck.
“Red, I?—”
She touches my jaw. “It’s just Luna and the girls,” she says, stroking her fingers along my jaw. “I forgot they were coming over.”
Pound. Pound. Pound!
Right, that may be the case, but there’s still no way I’m letting her answer the door. Especially when it sounds like the person on the other side is trying to bust through like the fucking SWAT team.
I set her aside, push up to my feet.
“Gray—”
I’m already moving to the door, already bracing myself for the nightmare on the other side.
I reach for the handle, twist.
Then tug it open…
To reveal complete and total chaos.
“You motherfucker!” Smitty shouts. “You blocked my train.”
Leo just smirks and reclines back on the couch, dusting his hands together in a job-well-done fashion.
But I don’t miss he keeps looking toward the front door.
As though he’s looking for someone.
Luna’s clocked it too. “She’s not coming,” she says as Faye bends and begins placing her train cars down.
The room goes still. Smitty opens his mouth.
Kailey settles her hand on his thigh and his teeth snap together so quickly I swear I can hear the click even from across the table.
