Page 89 of The Voices are Back

I grinned, sped through my shower, and explained my thought process.

By the time I was out, she was going through Aodhan’s medicine cabinet.

“Condoms?” she asked, pulling the unopened box out.

I grimaced. Those had been in there since I moved in.

“The expiration date on the box is from ten years ago,” I said. “Likely, at least this is what I’m telling myself, they’re from when we were still together.”

She looked at the date, and sure enough, nodded her head in approval.

“That makes sense,” she put them back. “Are you still on the pill?”

“I was on the implant,” I said as I wiggled my arm, causing my arm fat to sway with the motion. “But it’s way past due so I fished it out myself a few weeks ago.”

“You would’ve finally been putting it to good use,” she teased, batting her eyes at me.

I felt my face flush.

Oh, yes. We would’ve definitely been putting it to good use.

As in, every single morning before he left. Every single afternoon when he arrived home. And if he was on an overnight trip, he would do me in the morning when he left, and the next morning when he slipped into bed.

He’d also gotten better at sex, if that was possible.

He may not have had sex with anyone else, but he’d definitely gotten a lot more stamina. Not to mention he took his sweet time torturing me now. Before, it’d been all about urgency and passion. Now it was about savoring his favorite meal.

“I’m happy for you, best friend.” She paused, raised her eyebrow, then got a wicked gleam in her eye. “Or should I say Mama?”

I flushed all over again.

When other people said it, it sounded weird.

But when Aodhan called me Mama? Oh, man. It definitely did things for me.

“Get dressed already, you filthy woman.” Folsom tossed a shirt at me. “And I’ll braid your hair.”

I sat down after getting dressed and let her braid my hair.

While she did that, I put on my makeup.

By the time we walked out the door ten minutes later, pubic hair in hand so I could stop by Hobby Lobby to get the things I needed for it, I was convinced today was going to be a good day.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

• • •

“I’m sorry, but what?”

It was Matilda who asked this.

I definitely liked her a lot.

Not that I didn’t like Dutch, Diana, or Danyetta.

But Matilda? She was definitely the most relatable to me.

She had her quirks, and she definitely didn’t care that she had them.

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