“Oh, no, put him away. We have to get packed,” she says, looking down at my morning erection.
“He can’t help it. You’re gorgeous,” I state as I kiss her forehead.
She lathers up, and so do I, and we try our best not to touch each other, which starts out great but ends with her pressed against the shower wall.
Thirty minutes later, we do actually make it down to breakfast. Everyone is beginning to bring their suitcases downstairs.
“We have bagels, toast, a little bit of fruit, one pre-made strawberry smoothie, and some yogurt. And I think there are a few eggs left, too,” Cam says as she sets things out. “I cleared out the rest of it.”
Since we’d given a bunch of stuff to Jocelyn’s family yesterday, we didn’t have much left.
“Just leave it. Farley has the cleaning crew coming by tomorrow morning,” I explain as I grab the smoothie. Jocelyn gets a bagel, and we start eating as everyone walks into the main room.
“Mom?” Ava says, bouncing down the stairs with something that’s in a box. It looks like chocolate.
“Yes?” Carly says as she pushes their luggage toward the front door.
“What are…these rings? They don’t fit my fingers or wrist,” she says, holding up two cock rings.
I start shaking with silent laughter as Carly grabs them and glares at Cam, who shrugs. Then she glares at Gray, who shakes his head. Kasen holds up his hands in defense, also shaking his head.
Margie turns red. “Oh dear. Those are mine, sweetheart. Let me have them, please. They are my friends’ rings. He has very big fingers,” she says and grabs the rings from Ava.
“Wow, he’s like a giant,” Ava says as she grabs some fruit from the counter.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Margie replies. All the women are laughing hysterically. I mean, it’s funny, but not as funny as the vibrators in the pool.
“Ava, help Unca Bray load the bags in the car, please. I’ll make you some toast,” Carly manages as she attempts to control her laughter.
“OK,” Ava agrees as she pops a berry in her mouth and skips into the front hall.
Carly turns to all of us and looks at the ladies. “It’s not funny. Everyone needs to keep their toys locked away. For the love of God! And, Margie, seriously, you didn’t give those things up after that whole Cornelia story?”
“What story?” I ask.
“Nothing,” all the ladies answer in unison. I narrow my eyes because there is definitely a story there.
“We just had an unfortunate episode with one a long time ago,” Cornelia says with a shrug.
“Never mind, I don’t want to know,” I grimace.
Cornelia laughs.
Kasen doubles over. “Margie, you live a wild life,” he manages.
“Well, you’re never too old for fun. Although I didn’t get to use it on this trip, such a bummer,” she says.
Everyone finishes eating what turns into brunch, and we decide to go ahead and leave for the airport. It’s bittersweet, packing our car. I’ll have to bring Jocelyn back here some other time. Just me and her. I smile as I pack the SUV. Me and Jocelyn.
It’s rainy and cold when we arrive home. The streets are slushy with what looks like a recent snow we missed. Jocelyn is half-asleep, leaning her head on my shoulder. Most of us are in various states of napping. It took us an hour to get downtown because of an accident near the airport. I look down at where I hold her hand in mine. It’s so small and delicate. She could easily view me as a monster at my size. I’m always aware of how much larger I am than most people. Careful to control my strength around them. Ironic that a single piece of machinery could take me down when most view me as invincible.
As the driver turns our party bus onto Hearts Lane, Jocelyn stirs and looks out the window. Suddenly, she cranes her neck and releases her hand from mine, plastering it alongside her face to the cold glass.
“I swear that was my dad,” she says as she tries to look back at an apartment building we just passed.
“Maybe you’re just tired,” I suggest as I rub her thigh, attempting to reassure her.
She swivels and looks at me. “You don’t believe me?” she asks, and I see the sadness in her face. I cup her face just as the party bus pulls up to our building.
