“I needed to catch my breath.” I said it anyway.
One side of her mouth curled upward into a half smile. “Oh.” Then she stalked toward me.
I held up a hand. “Wait.”
“Are you kidding? Do we have to go through this again?” She spun around. “Look. No unicorns. This is a woman’s bedroom. Not a little girl’s.”
“Talon is home.”
“So? He won’t barge into my bedroom. He respects my privacy.”
“Shouldn’t you…check on Jade? The boys?”
“You said it yourself. Talon is home. I’m here for them during the day, when Talon is working. He’s home now. Jade is his wife. The boys are his children. He likes looking after them.” She cupped her breasts and held them out to me, as if in offering.
I nearly exploded inside my jeans.
“What’s going to happen when Talon sees my car still outside? Won’t he wonder where the hell I am? And then he’ll see your door closed…”
She huffed and grabbed her T-shirt, pulling it over her head sans bra. “You know what? Just go, Bryce. Get the hell out of here.”
Finally, someone was talking sense. The problem? I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to go at all.
But I would. Because it was the right thing to do. Because I couldn’t offer her what she deserved. I quickly buttoned up my shirt, barely making eye contact with Marjorie.
And I walked out.
Chapter Seven
Marjorie
He left.
He left, leaving me hornier than I’d ever been. I was so wet, so ripe, so freaking ready.
I relocked my door and shed my flip-flops, jeans, and undies. Then I lay down on my bed and spread my legs.
I rarely resorted to masturbation, but I was so turned on. And so angry.
It didn’t take long.
The next morning, after feeding the boys their breakfast and taking them to school, I sat in Talon and Jade’s bedroom, visiting with my best friend.
“And don’t tell me he’s too old for me,” I said after spilling my guts about Bryce. “You’re my age, and he’s only three years older than Talon.”
Jade had gotten up and showered but still wore her bathrobe and slippers. “I’d never tell you that, Marj.”
“He’s attracted to me. He admits it.”
“Of course he is. Who wouldn’t be? That’s obviously not the issue.”
“He says it’s my brothers, but I’m not buying.”
“They are very protective of you.”
“He also says it’s my age. He remembers when my room was decorated with pink and yellow unicorns.”
“Unicorns?” Jade laughed. “Really, Marj?”