I swirl my tongue around her fingers, the tangy taste of my own arousal invading my taste buds.
“Can you wait until later for more, or do you need another one to hold you over until I can have my way with you?”
She pulls her fingers out so I can answer. “I can wait.”
I know if I do, it’ll be well worth it.
“We’ll see.” She wipes her fingers on her jeans and loops her arm around my waist again, kissing me senseless. She groans as she tastes me, and it has me clenching my thighs together.
Maybe I can’t wait.
Knowing we only have a few days has made my libido sky high. If I can get every orgasm out with her, maybe it’ll cushion the pain of her leaving.
“Let me help you take this to the laundry room,” she says, “then I can go change my pants before we head to The Mule.”
“You don’t have to, I’ve got it.”
“I want to. Let me spend as much time with you as I can before Monday.”
I can’t argue with her when she says something like that.
We finish stripping all the bunkbeds in silence before taking the sheets and towels down the path to the laundry room. Kathy’s house is attached to the small shed-like structure, so she doesn’t have to travel far on laundry days.
Once we’ve loaded the machine, I leave Kathy a note letting her know which cabins I’ve done and which sheets are in the machine. Then Addison and I head back to the main house.
As soon as the house is in view, she lets go of our previouslyintertwined fingers. “I’m going to change. I’ll meet you inside in a minute.”
“Sure. I was going to see if Mama needed help with anything else before we leave.”
Glancing around to make sure no one can see, she gives me a parting kiss on my cheek before heading toward my house.
I turn to head inside, but the crunch of tires on gravel has me turning back in time to see a silver sedan approaching. I don’t know anyone with that car, and we aren’t expecting any new guests.
My spine snaps straight. I pull my phone out to call Daddy as whoever’s in the car rolls to a stop.
“Mama! Daddy! Get out here—now!” I yell as the person in the driver’s seat gets out of the car.
The front door slams open, my parents rush out, and Mama immediately breaks into tears.
“What on earth are you doing here?” Daddy gasps, rushing down the stairs.
“I need help.” My sister gestures to the back seat, where a car seat is barely visible through the glass. “Weneed help.”
She looks haggard. The weight of the last few months is evident in the way her shoulders hunch and in the dark circles under her eyes. She’s thinner than I’ve ever seen her, like she hasn’t been able to rest or eat in months.
I rush to the back of the car and open the door, tears springing to my eyes when I see the most perfect little boy fast asleep. His curly brown hair flops on his forehead, his cheeks red from sleep, while a stuffed horse is gripped tight in his chubby fist.
Mama wraps Briar in a hug, squeezing her like she’s liable to float away if she doesn’t. Daddy joins me at the car door, peering in to look at the tiny human my sister’s in charge of now.
“Come inside, Briar,” Mama says, going into mother hen mode. “When was the last time you ate? Or slept? Tell me everything,”
Our voices must wake him up, because the little boy jolts awake, and his bottom lip starts trembling before he lets out the saddest cry.
Briar gently pushes me out of the way as she unbuckles him and pulls him out, cradling him to her chest. He immediately settles, lying his head on her shoulder as his big hazel eyes blink at us.
“Everyone, meet Hudson,” Briar says in a soothing voice, rocking him side to side. “Hudson, do you want to say hi?”
Hudson shakes his head and burrows deeper into her neck.
