Fuck.
Something did die. My pussy. My orgasms.
My heart leaps into my throat and I can’t breathe for a moment. My jaw clenches, my skin is clammy, and I think I’m going to puke.
Knox, unaware of what’s going on, pushes through and yells, “I’m first! I- shit!” He shakes his head quickly. “Obviously, I didn’t shit. Sorry ma’am.”
Ma’am.
Mother.
My mother.
Standing in the middle of our luxury sex shack on motherfucking Fourth of July.
Fucking Beckett.
My eyes dart from my mother to Beckett, who is standing just behind her, holding her suitcase in hand with her hat tucked under his arm. His eyes are wide with panic and apology and nearly every other emotion the human can experience.
“Mom,” I say slowly, realizing I haven’t greeted her at all yet.
“Everlee,” she drawls.
“Mama McKinley!” Lizzy says, swooping into the room, arms spread wide, with a huge grin on her face.
“Lizzy.” My mother smiles as she gives her a warm and welcoming hug.
“I didn’t realize you had… so many people here.” She looks between Beckett and me nervously, then points her finger to her chin. “Wait a minute.” She points it rapidly in the air.
Fuck.
“You’re the boys from Easter. I thought I recognized you. Took a minute with all the,” she waves her hands over her chest, then puffs out a breath. “Woo. Yep. Definitely didn’t recognize you at first. So many tattoos,” she points to Callum, then looks at Emmett. “And… a…” she points at her breast and her brows rise on her face. “Looks like it hurts.”
Emmett shakes his head awkwardly and just mumbles something incoherently. What does he say? Yes, it hurts, or no, it doesn’t and it turns me on. He’s screwed either way.
Knox steps forward, holding out his hand. “Nice to see you again, Mrs. McKinley,” he smiles.
I can’t help but watch him take her hand in his and then I freak out. Those fingers were just brushing along my pussy not five minutes ago. Jesus fuck, I’m going to hell. If I wasn’t before, I’m sure as shit going now. Hello back door to hell, party for one.
“So funny story… turns out that they actually live down the road from Lizzy.”
“Small world,” Beckett chirps awkwardly.
“Well, how about that! You boys just keep showing up.”
Dear God, Hi it’s me Everlee. I know I only reach out to you when I need something or if I’m having an org… fuck, get it together, Everlee! You can’t pray to God asking for help and talk or even think about the word orgasm!Having an org… anization problem. Those darn lids. You can never find the one you need. It’s always lost. And then you try labeling the containers with the lids, but then somehow that doesn’t even work. I mean, really, why is it so hard?Everlee!
How am I yelling at myself in my head? I’m seriously like a squirrel in a nut shop.
Focus.
Focus on the prayer to get you out of this god awful situation.
Shit! Is he still listening to me? I started praying, but never ended it with an Amen, so does that leave everything open in between? Like if I need a pause, should I say Amen, to cut the feed off.
The feed?
What in the fuck is wrong with me?
