She came and came and came. Her whole body jerked and shook. Her warm creamy juices flowed and ran down my hand and my chin before being washed away by the jets of clear shower water.
No matter how much she was turned on, I think it aroused me even more, and I wanted to go on and on giving her that pleasure until she didn’t want it anymore.
We should go and do our duty, help out the town. But hell, we could just go to bed and fuck in every position for the rest of the day.
Chapter Twenty Six
Poppy Evans
My stomach clenched as we pulled up to what should have been the cute, tidy little historical square plaza in the center of town. It looked more like a war zone now, with its tall flagpole standing over rows and rows of sandbags where colorful flower beds should have been.
“They really do have the whole town involved,” I said as I scanned the crowd of people who were already there and working hard. “I don’t ever remember seeing everyone come together like this around here.”
“It takes a lot,” Cooper nodded. “Been a while since we’ve had a storm do so much damage, though. It’s probably affected most of the people in town by now, in one way or another.”
He was right just from our limited experience helping out. While I was pretty sure—and very thankful—that my parents’ house had seemed to be mostly spared, so many others hadn’t been that lucky.
A tree had almost crushed Muriel, and the same unfortunate story was repeated all over town, everywhere.
We started to get out of the truck, and it was even more overwhelming to be on the ground in the middle of all the chaos. “I don’t even know where to begin,” I said quietly.
Nolan put his hand on the small of my back. It wasn’t a lot, but it was still comforting to have my guys beside me. “We’ll jump in wherever we can lend a hand and go from there, I guess.”
It was the closest thing to a plan we had, and I certainly didn’t have any better ideas, so I followed them around for a few minutes as we moved toward a line ferrying sandbags from the huge center pile to what seemed to be a fleet of waiting pickup trucks.
“Oh, no,” I sucked in a breath as I scanned the crowd of people yet again. “Not right now.”
Cooper’s brow furrowed as he tried to follow my gaze. “What is it, babe? What happened?”
“It’s my mom and my sister,” I sighed. “I should have guessed they’d be here. I’m sure my dad is around somewhere, too.”
Nolan took a step closer to Cooper and me. “You don’t have to talk to them right now if you don’t want to. Just pretend like you didn’t see them.”
I smiled up at him. “I wish it was that easy. They saw me looking over there, though. Ignoring them now would be worse than sucking it up and saying hi.”
He and Cooper both stood aside as I worked up the nerve to walk over to my family. “We’ll be right here if you need us,” Cooper whispered, then kissed my cheek.
Again, only the tiniest of gestures, but it still made my whole body a little warmer. And knowing they were there for me gave me the strength I needed to face whatever unpleasant confrontation my family had in store for me.
I wiped my hands on the front of my jeans and tried to smooth my hair a little as I took the plunge and walked over to where Prue and my mom were working.
Not that I was especially dirty or anything, but I probably would have at least brushed out my hair a little better if I’d known I’d be seeing my mom for the first time in way too long.
My sister greeted me first with a small, knowing smile. “I wondered how long you’d keep pretending like we weren’t your family.”
“Whatever.” I shook my head as I reached out to give her a half-hug. “I came over here, didn’t I?”
“With all the joy of someone on their way to the electric chair,” she mumbled under her breath as I moved to say hi to our mom.
I shot Prue an eye roll that only my sister would understand and gave my mom a real, actual hug.
“Hi, Mama.” I tried to keep my tone upbeat and nonchalant. “Did you miss me?”
“I always do.” At least she smiled as she took a step back and looked at me. “I wish we’d had a chance to talk at home first.”
So she didn’t want to waste any time pretending to play nice. That was fine. I didn’t want to waste time either.
“I’ve been... busy.” I shrugged like it was no big deal, but I had already tensed up, and my tone had changed to reflect it. “I would have stopped by the house, eventually.”