Page 50 of Made For Me

“Um,” Franny says, raising her hand. “Can we not go into that much detail?”

I look at her shocked. “This coming from you, who wanted to draw us a diagram of Wilson’s dick?”

“That is different, we aren’t related to him. Please, for the love of God,” Vivienne pleads, grabbing a wine bottle and just drinking straight from the top. “I’ve seen my brother’s dick far too many times as an adult to count, and I don’t think I can stand to picture it anymore.”

“Yeah,” Franny says, “and by the way, my picture wouldn’t do it justice.” She grabs her phone and we all yell NO! “I don’t have that picture on my phone.” She snickers. “That’s a lie, I have a whole album of it,” she declares proudly. “I’m just sending him a text to let him know I love his cock and all the things he does with it.”

“He’s on the ice,” Vivienne says, pointing at the screen where they show him sitting on the bench next to Dylan. “I think he’s a bit busy.”

“Nah.” She shakes her head. “He loves getting these texts. Gets him worked up and then when he comes home—”

“Can we focus on what Julia is going to say?” Jillian says over all the other side conversations. “I can herd kindergarten children easier than you guys.”

“Yes, let’s focus on Julia and the fact she banged my brother-in-law,” Erika agrees, while she fake vomits.

“I’m going through hell right now,” I finally say, my voice going low and the girls all look at me. Alex gets up from her side of the couch and comes to me, sitting next to me and holding my hand. “Like literally, I have all this shit going on and is it fair of me to drag him into all of this?”

The look on each face is indescribable, right before they all burst out laughing. “Like he’s going to let you have a say in any of this,” Erika says and it’s my turn to look at her shocked. “I tried to leave Cooper twice.” She holds up two fingers. “Now we have a million kids.” I laugh at her.

“I tried to leave Michael.” I look over at Jillian, my eyebrows pinch together.

“He knocked you up.” Alex gasps. “You thought he was letting you go with half of him inside you?”

“What about you?” Jillian looks at Alex and laughs. “You left on a plane away from Dylan, how did that work out for you?”

“Amazing,” Alex replies. “Thanks for asking.”

“I didn’t know exactly how dysfunctional this family actually was,” Vivienne says, “until right now.”

“You know better than that.” Franny looks at me. “If he’s in. He’s in for life.”

“I’m Cooper’s second wife,” Erika says.

“Yeah, we don’t know what happened with him,” Alex says. “Uncle Matthew is never going to live that down, just like my father is never going to live down he ‘stole’ my mother.”

I put my hand on my stomach. “Listen, there is no amount of shooing him away that is going to work.”

“Yeah,” Vivienne says, “it’s like a fruit fly. No matter how many times you slap it away, it always comes back.”

I don’t say anything else because someone scores and the talk turns to something else. Leaving me with my own thoughts. When he calls me later that night, he senses that something is off. “What’s with you tonight?”

“We need to talk when you get home,” I say, not even sure what we need to talk about but there are things that need to be said.

“Sounds good,” he says and doesn’t even pry to know what I want to talk about.

“That’s it?” I ask him and he laughs.

“Well, I’m assuming if you wanted to tell me what it was, you would have just said it, instead of doing the whole secret thing.” I can’t help but close my eyes. “Besides, I get to see you and kiss the shit out of you.”

The next day, I want to say I’m not waiting for the knock on the door but I’d be fucking lying. I wait for him while I sit on the couch, checking the time on the phone every ten seconds because it feels like it’s been an hour. When I do hear the knock, I fly off the couch and run to the door. Opening the lock, I try to remain unfazed by him, but I fail miserably. He’s wearing jeans and a black polo shirt. His hair is pushed back on one side while the other side hangs loose. His scruff is a bit longer than it was the last time and my fingers tingle to touch it.

The only thing I know is I smile and jump into his arms. He catches me around my waist. “Hi,” I greet him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He walks us into my apartment, kicking the door closed with his foot.

“Hi.” He smiles and my head slowly moves down to kiss his lips. The butterflies already going nuts in my stomach. His eyes light up to a clear blue, and it’s the last thing I see before I close my eyes and slide my tongue into his mouth. He moves to the couch, sitting down, and I straddle him. His cock strains through his pants and I can’t help but grind on it.

I put my forehead on his when I let go of his lips. My hands leave from around his neck to touch his face. “Hi,” I say softly as I kiss his lips again.

“Hi.” His hands go to my ass as he pushes me more onto him. “We should get this talk over with,” he suggests, rubbing his nose with mine.

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