A Redo (Sterling Shore 6)

“Alright, it’s simple. Take his pants off,” she says, peeling the banana, and I roll my eyes.

“Seriously,” she says, laughing again. She goes on, talking about what all you can do to tease him, and I listen with rapt attention. I feel like I should be taking notes.

Then she starts the visual demonstration, and I immediately start laughing.

“Stop,” she says, pulling her mouth off the banana. “You’re the one that wanted to learn. You can’t laugh or I’ll laugh. And if I laugh, I’ll gag. If I choke on a banana while teaching you how to do this, I swear I’ll hate you forever.”

I laugh, of course, but I quickly get myself in check as she starts over, sucking the banana deep into her mouth.

How does she do that with it curved that way?

That’s when things go bad. Angel’s voice is suddenly in the room. “Can I have a banana, too?” she asks.

Mortified, Bella and I both turn to see Wren has pulled his shirt up to cover his face, revealing his stomach, as his body shakes with silent laughter. He and Angel are standing just a few feet away—at the edge of the kitchen. I never heard them come in.

Bella chokes and gags, chomping the banana in half by accident, and then she starts strangling for air when it gets caught in her throat.

Immediately, the stool I’m on falls to the floor when I rush around to throw my arms around her waist and give her the Heimlich. It takes two pulls, but the banana shoots out of her mouth like a torpedo, splattering against the cabinets.

Bella doubles over, heaving for air as she coughs, and clings to the edge of the counter. My face and ears actually burn. I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life, and I’m not even the one who was caught giving a banana a blowjob.

It takes a lot of effort, but I look back. Angel is peeling the banana I abandoned on the bar, and Wren’s shirt has dropped back into place as he strains to keep his laughter suppressed. But his body is still shaking, showing proof of the internal riot going on inside him.

“Bells!” Bella says around a strangled cough. “He needs bells! This can’t keep happening!”

She storms out of the kitchen and slams the door to her room, and Wren loses it, laughing so hard that he can’t catch his breath. I laugh lightly, but I worry about how much he heard. I really don’t want him knowing I asked her for a tutorial.

He clutches his side when it starts hurting.

“Aunt Bella needs to learn how to chew her food better,” Angel says innocently around a mouthful of banana, and Wren’s laughter comes out that much harder.

***

WREN

Allie is so red that I’m worried her skin is going to catch on fire. I’ve never seen anyone get so embarrassed. Blowjob lessons in the kitchen? I’ve never stumbled across anything like this before.

Why in the hell is she getting lessons? Unless… Nah. She’s twenty-five. Surely she has done it before. Even though she hasn’t on me. Yet.

“I hate you, Wren,” Bella yells from her room, but I can’t stop laughing.

I would stop if I could because it has gotten painful. My side is fucking killing me. Angel finishes up her banana as my laughter tapers off. Allie is still frozen to her spot, her eyes finding everything except me.

“I’m going to go play my new game,” Angel announces, grabbing her new iPad from the counter.

I smile and ruffle her hair as she skips toward her room. As soon as her door closes, I get a little excited. Allie is all mine now.

Allie tosses the banana peel into the trashcan before starting the cleanup process on the cabinets, and I go to move in behind her, sliding my arms around her waist.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I tease, and she stiffens against me. “Want to go show me what you learned?”

She groans, and my laughter comes out again as she scrubs the cabinet door much harder than necessary.

“You weren’t supposed to be here for another hour.”

“The cage got crowded with a bunch of high school boys. We didn’t want the girls to get hurt, so we packed up early. Best. Decision. Ever.”

She laughs this time, and bows her head. I lean over and kiss her neck, but suddenly a sharp pain comes to my side just as I hear a smack. I turn around to see Bella has just slapped my side, but she’s bouncing around and clutching her hand.

“Damn it. What are you? Steel or something?” she gripes.

I arch an eyebrow as she shakes her wounded hand. “You realize you’re the one who hit me, right?” I ask the glaring girl.

“You realize that you need bells, right?”

“Mad because I know you’re a spitter? That’s not what I want you teaching my girlfriend,” I say, snickering lightly when they both groan.