I should be arguing with him or yelling at him. Not loving the way his body feels pressed against mine. The app continues to moan, just like Amy does.
“What’s that app for?”
“Nothing a little kid needs to worry about.”
I huff and struggle to push him off, the anger finally flooding through me. “I’m not a little kid.”
Skin starts slapping and the male starts telling the female to take it. Fucking take it. I strain my head to look. I want to see what they’re doing. My lips part the moment I see the man pushing his penis inside the woman. He pulls it all the way out and then drives into her. Over and over again. Something hardens against my thigh and I’m no longer interested in the video.
Hudson, who must have been looking at the video too, snaps his eyes back to mine. His cheeks turn pink. It’s not the first time I’ve seen my brother have a boner through his shorts, but it’s the first time I ever felt it.
Big.
Hard.
Throbbing.
I want to ask him if he’ll pull his basketball shorts down and let me touch it. Before I can ask those words, he jerks away from me and snatches his phone from the floor. The moans are silenced, but he can’t hide the fact he’s still hard.
“Stay out of my room.” His words lack their usual venom and then he’s gone, closing my door behind him.
Lying back, I close my eyes and let the sickness take over as I pretend it’s me in his room the next time and not Amy.
“Are you listening?” Aunt Becky clips out on the other line, jerking me from the past.
“Uh, yeah, just thinking about Mom and Dad.” Not a complete lie.
“Oh, honey,” she says softly. Then, she barks out an address to a cab driver. “I’m sorry. If we didn’t already spend all this money on this couples retreat, you know Randy and I would be there with you.”
Randy agrees loudly so I’ll hear.
“And,” she continues, “I know Hudson would too if he didn’t have a game against Alabama. Once your brother is out of school, we’ll have a big barbeque for you like your parents used to. Are you still going to go out with your friends tonight?”
The mention of my parents has my chest aching.
“Yep,” I lie again. “They’re all waiting for me at the restaurant, but my friend Mandy is picking me up. Oh, she’s here.”
“Good,” she says. “We love you and will see you Monday when you get home from school. Make sure you take the medicine as prescribed. I only left you enough for the days I’m gone. I’m trusting you and I’ll check in.”
“Okay. Bye.”
I hang up and toss my phone away. It hits the carpet with a thud. I’m not going out. I’m not even dressed. After school, I kicked out of my jeans and crawled into bed. Slept. Cried. Got lost in the darkness that’s my mind. There will be no birthday parties or anything special. My highlight of this weekend will be when Hudson calls me after his game. He promised we could video chat and—
“Is there a reason you lied?”
I jerk my head to my doorway to find Hudson leaned against the frame, smirking at me. His baseball cap is flipped backward and he’s wearing basketball shorts and a black Gap T-shirt Aunt Becky had bought him not long after our parents had died.
My heart rate skyrockets.
He’s hot.
And here.
I scramble out of the bed and rush over to him. He laughs when I throw my arms around his neck and squeal. The moment our bodies are pressed together, I need to be closer. And apparently he does too. His large hands cover my ass cheeks over my panties and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull away slightly to look at him. God, he smells good. Masculine and soapy and simply Hudson.
“You’re here.” I smile at him.
“It’s your eighteenth birthday. You think I’d miss that?” His grin is crooked and handsome. I want to spend the next three days just kissing his mouth.
