CHAPTER30
Edith
The anticipation of waiting for Apollo to get out of the shower burns me from the inside. Nervous energy courses through my whole body. My legs and lady bits haven’t been shaved, my stomach is squishier than it’s ever been, and I’m sporting a pretty hefty monobrow. Safe to say personal grooming has gone by the wayside since we almost died. He doesn’t care, but I’m tempted to do a panicked sesh in the bathroom to take care of business.
And all things being equal, I probably would. But I’m saving my strength for the boy-bonking. I don’t want to try to shave my legs, throw a stitch in my ribs, and be a sweaty, out-of-breath messbeforewe get jiggy with it. Or worse, be too exhausted from fixing myself up for sex, to have sex.
Pen: Fucked him yet?
Edith: Still no.
Pen: Dream Apollo is *chef’s kiss* in the bedroom. Can confirm.
Edith: You don’t think it’s at all fucked up that you’re dreaming about your best friend’s boyfriend in the sack?
Pen: You know I’d never act on it. And I’ve done some dream analysis.
Edith: I’m listening.
Pen: Turns out dreaming about getting DP’d by hockey playing twins is a perfectly normal dream. Super common. It’s in all the books.
I can’t help but laugh. She’s a dork.
Edith: And what do the books say this super specific, verging on creepy and inappropriate dream might mean?
Pen: I need to get laid.
Edith: I know that, but what does the dream mean? ;-)
Apollo steps into the living room completely bare-assed naked, brushing a towel over his hair. I drop my phone. I’m not sure whether my brain or my lady brain short circuits, maybe they both do, but I was not prepared. At all.
Water trickles down his chest, and if both my legs worked fine, I’d vault over the back of this couch and lick every drop.
Naked Apollo de la Peña is... breathtaking. If we were in a romance novel this would be about the time where I’d let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Because holy fucking shit, I forget how to human while he strides toward me, dick dangling in the wind.
“Why are you still sitting there, Edie?” He points at his cock. “It’s not going to fuck itself.”
My jaw drops open, but I grope at the seat next to me for a cushion to throw at him. “Maybe itshouldfuck itself.”
He snorts. “I’m trying too hard to make sure it’s not weird, aren’t I?”
I hold my finger and thumb a little bit apart in response.
“And making it weird?”
Nodding is the only thing I can do, I’m still focused on all... that. He could crack a coconut between those thighs, if that’s something he felt like doing.
“You’ve gone from wining and dining, low-key falling in love and kissing my clit goodnight, straight to hop on board the peen train. Choo-fucking-choo, Pollo.”
He pumps his now hard dick twice in response. Fucker. I can’t help but laugh, which is absolutely his desired effect. Licking his lips, he closes the remaining space between us and holds out his free hand to help me to my feet.
Once I’m standing, his knees soften and he hauls me over his shoulder. Within seconds, I’m naked and spread eagle on my bed. Apollo stands over me, as if committing every single inch of my bare skin to memory.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Edie.”
A voice screams at the back of my mind. Yelling all the negative things our innermost demons holler on the regular. But instead of letting the voice get louder, I shut it down. Apollo is looking at me like I’m a fucking goddess, his cock is hard, precum glistening under my bedroom light.
Opening my legs further apart, I point at my pussy. “What are you waiting for? It’s not going to fuck itself, Apollo.”
