Page 120 of The Tangle of Awful

“We could have had all this way back when we were sixteen,” he rumbles, regret lacing his tone. “I’m sorry, Aubrey. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Hey,” I murmur, cupping his face in my hands. “None of that. This is the direction our lives took. We’re all going to be okay.”

His hands slide to my ass and he lifts me. My emotions take a quick turn from sad about what could have been to fiery need. I reach between us, guiding his wet cock to my opening. He glides deep inside me without much warning.

“Ahh,” I cry out, dropping my head back against the tile wall.

“Fuck, leech, you feel so goddamn good. You fix my fucked-up head every time.”

I smile as his mouth attacks mine. This is the first time since he’s come home that I feel like I have my Spencer back. Earlier, he seemed so young and vulnerable. His strength flows through me, scorching and thick like lava.

He fucks me tenderly but with the occasional wild thrust that has me screaming out in pleasure. All too soon, I’m quaking with an orgasm. His teeth sink into my neck as his dick swells. I gasp as cum shoots inside of me.

We eventually break apart and clean up again. The two of us remain under the spray until the water goes from hot to warm to icy.

It’s not until we’re dried off, naked, and cuddled under his covers that I finally relax. The anxiety of my mother missing had been weighing heavily on me. That coupled with the trauma I’d endured with Drew, I wasn’t at my best.

But even though some pretty awful events transpired over the past twenty-four hours, I’m relieved. All the terrible stuff feels as though it’s over. We can move forward now with nothing else holding us back.

With that thought, I fall asleep in the arms of one of the men I love, heart full and soul happy.

Crash.

Slam.

Bang.

I blink open my eyes, trying to make sense of the noises. Is Hugo back?

Crash.

The sound is most definitely coming from Hugo’s room. I slide out of Spencer’s bed, leaving him sleeping, and grab one of his T-shirts out of a drawer. Once I’ve stolen some of his boxers too, I tiptoe out of his room, closing the door behind me.

Hugo’s bedroom door is open and the light is on. The sounds are coming from the closet. He’s not one to throw things around, so I’m worried about who I’m going to find.

“Mom?”

I gape at the woman hastily throwing clothes into a suitcase. She’s still wearing a hospital gown and wincing in pain.

“Mom, you should be at the hospital. You had a baby yesterday.”

She turns her vicious glare on me. “They butchered me, Aubrey. My body is ruined now.”

“That’s why you should be in the hospital.” I hold both palms up in a placating nature. “Let me drive you back.”

She zips up the suitcase and with a lot of cursing, manages to stand back up. “Where are my car keys? I’ll be damned if I ride in another Uber.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m getting the hell out of this town,” she bites out. “If you knew what was good for you, you would too.”

Not a chance in the world.

I stare at my mother as she slowly hobbles out of the closet. Tears wet her lashes. She’s in pain, obviously, but she doesn’t appear to be ready to rest anytime soon.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to drive,” I say softly. “Please, Mom, let me help you.”

“They were going to put me in the psyche ward.” Her eyes slice right through me. “I don’t want a baby and I’m a monster. Look what happened the last time I had a baby.” She waves a dismissive hand at me. “Disappointment.”

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