Page 51 of Life To My Flight

“Jesus,” he panted and pulled out, bringing me into his side as he rolled.

“You know,” I panted back as I looked at the ceiling. “This place kind of reminds me of a church.”

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Cleo

“That’s because it was one,” a snotty voice said from the other side of the screen door.

I stood so fast that I got light headed.

Rue’s legs snapped together so fast and hard that it sounded like a gunshot echoing around the room.

“Jesus Christ, Molly. Don’t you knock...or call?” I growled as I yanked my shorts up over my dick.

Molly’s eyes were pointed at the tin roof as she surveyed anything that wasn’t my body.

“I tried calling. You didn’t answer. I also tried knocking on the front door, and you didn’t answer that either. This was my third option,” Molly snapped.

Moving my foot, I grabbed Rue’s shirt with my toes and flicked them at her.

She caught it gratefully and roughly yanked the shirt over her body inside out and backwards.

Her shorts were already up, and she looked like she was contemplating running away.

“Stay,” I snapped.

She lowered her eyebrows and I could just see the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

“She can leave,” Molly said disdainfully.

I turned to my sister and glared at her.

She was staring at Rue with such hatred that I wanted to beat her ass.

“She’s staying. You’re leaving,” I volleyed back.

Molly and Rue’s mouths dropped open in surprise, but I was over Molly’s attitude.

I’d put up with her shit pertaining to Rue for a long time now.

She’d say that Rue wasn’t good enough for me.

I’d say that Molly didn’t know her like I did.

My other two sisters had kept neutral on the topic, but Molly was the baby of the family, and therefore thought she was superior.

Well she wasn’t.

And she no longer came before Rue.

Rue came before Molly; I’d put her last for too long now.

She was my first place from now on.

“But I have something wrong with my car and I want you to look at it,” Molly whined.

I sighed.

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