Pain was debilitating, and I didn’t want to have to deal with the same pain that my sister had put me through when she’d taken herself so cruelly from my life.
My sister, Abby, had died in a home invasion. Though it had broken my heart that she died, I wasn’t nearly as close to her as I had been to Amy. She was older than me, had moved out of our house by the time I was in high school, and honestly, didn’t have much to do with our family once she’d married.
Though her death had sucked, it hadn’t broken me like my Amy’s had.
I’d lost two sisters, and my heart just couldn’t take anymore. Couldn’t do it anymore.
Or, at least, I thought I couldn’t do this again. I was learning that the heart’s capacity for love was never-ending. It also seems that the heart wants what it wants and doesn’t pay any attention to what the mind says.
The realization was enough to stun me, and I shivered.
“I have to pee,” I found myself saying to her. “Scooch up a smidge so I can run and do that before they go into overtime.”
She looked at me oddly over one shoulder, but shrugged her shoulders and moved, taking all of the blankets, and the one thing that was covering my hard cock, with her. She didn’t seem to notice, though…or at least I thought she hadn’t.
So as I walked down the stairs, barefoot, I tried to keep my hand in front of my body to keep the damn thing from taking on a mind of its own.
I nodded at two other cops that I knew, both heading out, and snorted a laugh when I heard them say ‘fucking Patriots’ as they went.
Finally finding the bathroom, I headed inside and locked the door, then leaned my head against the cool white tiles while I tried to get my dick under control.
I couldn’t pee in this condition. Couldn’t do a goddamn thing but think about how good she’d felt between my legs all night.
Shit!
I looked down at my cock, mentally yelling at it to control itself, and finally realized that the battle was lost.
I couldn’t get it to calm down. I couldn’t even tell myself that this was a bad idea.
Ghost would kick my fucking ass when I got back. He would literally beat the shit out of me, and I’d allow him to do it. Because had I been in his position, and I’d told him to stay away from my sister, I’d be doing the exact same thing.
I knew this was going to go further than I’d thought when I’d originally made the promise. I knew that, maybe not tonight, but someday soon, we’d take things further than the confines of friendship, and I’d then have to tell him that it’d happened.
Finally doing the only thing I could do, I sat down and did my business the old-fashioned way, and made it back out to the game just in time to see the Patriots score one final time, evening it up and forcing the game into overtime.
“Shit,” was what I said when I finally made it to the top.
Audrey’s smile was unrepentant. “Told you.”
I rolled my eyes and eyed the chair that’d had beer spilled on it earlier.
Surely by now it was dry…right?
Except, the next moment, Audrey lifted the beer bucket, sloshing water onto the seat cushion as she said, “We’re out of beer. Do you want some more?”
I shook my head.
My inhibitions were already lowered, otherwise I surely wouldn’t be happy about being forced back into the same position I’d been in all night…right?
At least, that’s what I kept telling myself as Audrey leaned up and patted the seat behind her.
When I sat down, I reached for one of the towels to place in between me and her, but she leaned back too fast, trapping the towel almost behind her head.
“Thanks,” she grinned at me like I’d meant to do it.
I hadn’t.
As she pressed her body back against my hardened cock, I couldn’t help the frustrated groan that left me.
She didn’t even seem to notice, though, and just continued to laugh, squeal, giggle and wiggle between my legs as she watched the Patriots take the win in overtime.
“That was exciting!” she declared loudly, making the few people left around us look over.
They couldn’t see us, though.
We were tucked into a hidey-hole on the side of the deck. The only way they would be able to see us was if they got up and came over here, which none of them did.
“If you’ll stay, we’re going to have a celebratory showing of Dr. Strange,” came a disembodied voice from the loudspeaker that was somewhere behind us.
I reached for the blankets, desperate to get away, when Audrey turned.
“I’ll go get us ice cream,” she said. “You go grab us beer.”
My brows rose in question.
“Ohh!” she said excitedly, turning her head up. “You do want to stay for the movie, don’t you?”
I gritted my teeth.
No, I did not.
But at least up here, I could possibly control myself. If we went back to our room, we’d be in the same damn bed, and then a whole new slew of problems would be upon us.
“Sure,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to see Dr. Strange.”
LIES. All fucking lies. I didn’t have time, nor the inclination, to watch TV. In fact, I’d never once thought, ‘Oh, look! Dr. Strange! Let’s watch it!’
Her grin was nothing less than marvelous, though, and it hurt my heart to see.
God, if watching a movie could make her that happy, make her smile at me like that, then I’d fucking watch eight goddamn movies in a row.
Even with her sitting between my legs making me forget that I knew how to breathe.
“Good!” She bounced up, grinding herself against my thick cock on her way.
Which she didn’t even notice.
“I’ll be back,” she yelled over her shoulder.
I gritted my teeth and ordered three more beers, thankful when the deck hands stopped by me and picked up my order instead of forcing me to go down there with my dick tenting my pathetic excuse for shorts again.
The deckhand was back with my beer, and then apologized for the inconvenience of having to say goodnight and not take any more orders.
“But the bartender will be available until the movie is over with,” the deckhand explained as he placed my beers into my bucket and then walked away.
“Here you go!” Audrey crowed. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I went ahead and got chocolate and vanilla swirl.”
I looked down at the ice cream she handed me, and grinned at the pink sprinkles on top.
“I’m more of a butterscotch kind of man,” I told her. “But this’ll do in a pinch.”
She snickered and sat on the end of the chair, and I quickly looked away as she started to lick her cone.
I was sure she wasn’t doing it as suggestively as it looked, but each swirl and lick of her tongue had my stomach clenching with need.
“Fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.
“What?” she asked.
I looked up to find her lips surrounding the cone.
“Nothing,” I said, eyes transfixed. “That good?”
She nodded, taking one long lick. “Pretty good.”
A small drop of vanilla dotted her lip, and it looked so much like a small drop of come that desire exploded inside of me.
Jesus Christ.
She was killing me. Literally killing me.