“How did they find out?”
“They were waiting in reception for us because we’d forgotten to take the key to our room. Mum pointed toward our dicks and shouted ‘I haven’t seen those things for years and I don’t want to see them now’.”
Maisie doubled over laughing, giving me a great view of her cleavage and a hint of pink lace and I suddenly felt hot. The curve of her creamy white tits was perfect, her skin looked soft and smooth and when I got a waft of her delicate perfume my dick twitched in my jeans.
Clearing my throat, I reached for the bottle of vodka and held it up to Maisie. She nodded enthusiastically and held her glass toward me.
“You’re really close then, you and Elijah,” she said as I poured the alcohol.
“Yeah, there’s only twenty-two months between us, so we’ve always been best mates as well as brothers. I lost touch with a lot of my mates when I decided I wanted to buy the business, they were out every night and I was saving my money, but Eli has always been there for me.”
“You were there for him too.”
Maisie lay back against the cushion, resting her glass on her stomach and I was momentarily mesmerised by the rise and fall of it along with her chest, with each breath she took.
Shit, how had I not remembered just how good her tits were?
As Maisie poked my leg with her toe, I looked up.
“Sorry, um, yeah I was there for him when Amy left. I couldn’t not be, he was a fucking mess.”
“I think it’s beautiful that they got a second chance,” Maisie sighed. “How many couples who break up manage to get that?”
I shrugged, feeling my jeans get a little tighter as she raised an arm behind her head, causing her t-shirt to rise and show me a flash of her stomach. A tiny bit of skin didn’t normally make my dick hard, but I was mellow with booze and couldn’t stop thinking about what might be beneath her clothes.
“So,” I said, coughing and edging away from her. “How about you, you still see your mates from back in the day?”
Maisie curled her lip. “Nah, not really. When I got pregnant they were all busy going out. Hey,” she said laughing and reaching up to slap my arm. “Maybe they were out with your mates.”
“Yeah, maybe.” I grinned at her, liking the way her happiness made me feel. “You’ve just had your family then for the last few years.”
Guilt hit me again, knowing that I should have been there to help out too.
“I’ve made a couple of friends with the mums from school, Hannah from a few doors down has been great. She’s had Frankie after school for me for a few times. Her little girl is in Frankie’s class.”
I looked down, avoiding Maisie’s gaze, hoping she wouldn’t see by my expression that I already knew. Hannah was my friend and had been the one who’d given me bits of information on Frankie for years. I glanced at Maisie and then up at the ceiling, toward where Frankie was sleeping. I’d kept too many secrets over the years and it was probably time I stopped before I really fucked my life up.
“I um, I know Hannah,” I said tentatively.
Maisie shot up into a sitting position, and props to her, didn’t spill a drop of her vodka that was clutched in her hand.
“You do?”
I nodded and exhaled. “Yeah, we used to be really good mates, but like I said I haven’t seen much of my mates since I bought the business. She’s told me a couple of things about Frankie over the years.”
“Like what?” Maisie asked indignantly.
“Nothing major. Just that he was a great kid and was in Rosie’s class.”
Maisie’s eyes went wide. “Have you slept with her?”
Her question surprised me, but her bottom lip jutted out sulkily making me smile.
“Shit, no,” I replied. “We are strictly mates, have been since primary school. I don’t look at her like that, apart from which I like Connor, her fella.”
Then as if I hadn’t told her I’d been practically spying on her and Frankie for years, she flopped back down and huffed.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, taking a long gulp of vodka. “It’s quite nice that you asked about him. Shows you actually cared when you didn’t think you did.”
