Page 53 of Part of Me (The Seaside Chronicles 2)

Brody

I was exhausted. It had been a long day of being under the water and welding parts of the new pier that was getting installed near the port authority building. Every part of my body was sore. Of course, that could also be from the intense workout I’d done at lunch in an attempt to stop thinking about how Sutton had looked at me when she’d run into me after my shower.

The only thing that seemed to keep my mind off of her was work. Now I was off and ready to head to Sutton’s, take a long hot shower, and climb into bed.

Yet, for some reason, I swung by Coastal Chic first. I saw that the lights were still on, so I pulled around back and entered through the back door. I could hear female voices—and stopped right inside the door when I heard my name. I knew it was wrong to spy on the girls, but I was too curious to walk away.

“Don’t be such a prude, Sutton. Take one home, and try it out.”

“Harlee, I’m not a prude. And like I said before, I’m not taking one home because Brody’s there, and he might hear it.”

“And like I said before, have Brody join in on the fun!”

A buzzing sound clicked on, and I heard Palmer laughing. “Oh my God. The tip on this one rotates! Why is it rotating?”

I closed my eyes. Jesus H. Christ. They were talking about vibrators.

“Better to find that G-spot with, my dear,” Harlee teased. “Now, back to you, Sutton. Close your eyes and picture what happened this morning, and I bet you’ll orgasm faster than you can spell it.”

“Stop saying that! I wish I’d never told you guys about earlier.”

That made me perk up even more. I was suddenly very, very awake.

“Come on, Sutton, it’s perfectly normal to be turned on by something like that. You saw Brody naked.”

“He wasn’t naked. He had on a towel.”

“Didn’t you say you wished it had slipped off?” Palmer added.

Harlee chimed in. “I think we can all agree that under those tight T-shirts and jeans Brody wears, he has an amazing body. Maybe Thomas should start working out with him.”

Palmer and Sutton both giggled.

“That’s mean, Harlee,” Palmer said with a snort. “He’s your boyfriend.”

“Meh. The sex could be better.”

“Maybe it’s you who needs to bring home a new toy.” Sutton giggled.

I closed my eyes. Sutton talking about vibrators was going to do me in right here. I needed to turn around and leave. I shouldn’t be listening. This was wrong. So wrong.

“Trust me, I intend to,” Harlee said. “I’m really eyeing this rechargeable thrusting rabbit one. I mean, listen to this. It has a bunch of different lifelike thrusting settings. It says it’ll rock your clit and vagina with ten different modes. Oh, and you can use it in the shower or tub too! I think you need this one, Sutton.”

Sutton groaned. “Why do I need that?”

Harlee grunted. “I’m pretty sure your vajayjay doesn’t even remember what it feels like to orgasm with something inside of it. I highly doubt Jackass ever brought you that kind of pleasure.”

Sighing, Sutton said, “I never had a single orgasm with Jack while we were having sex.”

The other two women gasped—and I smiled.

“Never?” Harlee asked.

“Not when he was inside of me. Jack was more of a ‘once he finished, he was done’ kind of guy. He didn’t care if I had an orgasm or not.”

I slowly shook my head. That stupid fucking dickhead. If Sutton was my wife, I’d be making her come every damn way I could think of.

I paused for a moment.

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