It has to be special–3
So Mick helped me file for emancipation. Financially speaking, they helped me out way too much. Frankie and Ed’s life insurance policies had gone to burying them and hospital bills, so it wasn’t that they hadn’t planned for me it was that they hadn’t planned for Frankie’s sickness. When I turned seventeen I decided to financially cut ties with Ethan’s parents and started paying for my own things, like my crappy apartment. I just had to deal with it until I graduated from college.
“You look awfully sexy in sweat,” I said with an absent–minded chuckle, running my fingers down Ethan’s abs. Focusing on him instead of Frankie and Ed would take the emotional pain away for a little bit anyhow.
He danced away from my tickling fingertips, laughing nervously. “This is gonna take some getting used to.‘
“Why?” I asked. “I’ve always talked to you like this.”
“Yeah, but now I know you mean it, like, that way, you know?” He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at Seth who was smirking at the both of us.
“How about we just do a little tonight? I mean—”
My ears perked and I dragged myself out of my thoughts. “Well, how much time do you need?” I asked.
“Why are you so impatient?”
I inhaled sharply. I had to tell him. He was going to find out sooner or later. Plus, he wasn’t the only one needing to get used to the idea of me talking dirty to him out loud. I could say it in my thoughts no problem, but I wasn’t about to let my lily–white purity keep me from voicing those thoughts either. “Rabbit isn’t cutting it.”
Seth scratched the back of his head. “What is ‘Rabbit“?”
Ethan groaned and dropped his face into his hands. “It’s her bullet.”
“You named your toy?”
I shrugged. “Doesn’t everyone?”
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Seth raised an eyebrow. “Not really, no. Only the crazy ones.”
“Just get a new one,” Ethan suggested.
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t break it. It still runs! It’s just not enough after last night.”
“It didn’t work for one night?” Ethan paused, looking baffled. “What’s the big deal?”
“Hey! Hey! I won’t take that attitude from someone who gets the real thing all the time. I happen to have a good amount of stress in my life and one night without makes me cranky,” I said with a growl and pointed my thumb over at Seth. “And from what I hear, Seth puts out three times a day!” I lifted my hands and weighed my option versus his option. “Going home to cold metal or warm flesh… you don’t need to guess which one wins.”
“Can’t argue with that logic,” Seth said, stepping off the bleachers and offering his hand to me. “Shall we?”
I slapped my hand into his with a grin. “We shall!” I patted the straps of my bookbag. “I’ve got my newly acquired goodies here. Do you know how awkward it was buying this?”
“What are we talkin‘ about?” Ethan asked, stepping in line with Seth and me as we walked through the football field.
“Condoms!” I said, loud enough that a few of Ethan’s straggling teammates hooted and hollered. I cleared my throat and hid my face as we walked by them. “Oops.”
Seth chuckled and wrapped his arm around my neck, choke holding me more than hugging me.
“I hope you didn’t just get one.”
I raised my eyebrow. “I got one box.”
Seth shrugged and kissed me on my temple. “That’s okay. Ethan has plenty more at his place.”
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