I fuck her through her orgasm…
“Fuck,” I shout, holding her as we both sag, our breaths ragged. One arm braces against the wall and the other is wrapped around her, holding us upright.
The room slowly comes back into focus. I rest my head on her shoulder, eyes closed trying to catch my breath.
“Hey, did you say I love y…”
She pulls away out of my arms, adjusts her dress, then shakes her head with a quick smile. “God, no. Sorry if I made you think—”
“I didn’t think I heard—”
“This is just a contract after all. Right?” Her eyes blink rapidly.
That shouldn’t hurt, but it did. “Right.”
NOELLE
LATER THAT NIGHT.
“It’s a pig!” Liam shouts at his father as he acts out his clue. Charades wasn’t something that was on my list, but I am happy it is happening.
Liam didn’t want a stag party; he wanted family time, and I love that he chooses his family over a pub.
Boys versus girls. Of course, the girls were winning. Tessa and Elizabeth share a couch, while Tessa and I sit down on the carpeted floor.
“It’s a dog!” Tillie shouts out.
Roman and Liam turn in sync and shout, “Shut up, Tillie!”
I watch the sand in the hourglass slip away. “Time.”
Cliff drops to his knees in defeat.
Elizabeth and Tillie cheer and clap at his failure.
“What the hell was it, Dad?” Liam asks.
Cliff lifts his head and says, “A pig.”
The room goes silent until Tillie and I crack up on the ground.
“No way, honey.” Elizabeth sips on her rum punch.
Roman stands over his father.
“You did this.” Roman pants with his hands bending like paws. “And you thought pig?”
Cliff holds back a laugh. “Pigs pant, right?”
The room erupts into laughter, and it takes us a while to settle down. “Who’s next?” Liam shouts.
“Noelle,” Tillie says as she pushes me off the ground.
I stand, wiping my hand down my black leggings. Liam pushes a small wicker basket for me to pick a word.
I close my eyes and grab the first paper.Please be something good.
The paper says the word “Titanic.” How the hell am I supposed to do that?
