“Is this some kind of joke? Or maybe a bet?”
She wasn’t looking her best, really, her hair sticking out with static electricity, and her veneers clicking together anxiously.
Finn snorted. “A bet? Have youseenIndi?”
He leaned over and kissed my belly. “No man would need a bet to be with her. I’m proud as fuck to be the father of Indi’s baby.”
“Finn, why—how,” Astrid burst out inarticulately. “I thought we wereclose.”
“We’re not close,” Finn said flatly.
“You might have toldme, though,” Ambrose blustered, and he began to bullshit, which I recognized unerringly as his way of bullshitting himself into feeling better.
“How are you and Indi close?” Astrid snarled at him. “Finn and I are way closer than you and Indi.”
“We’renot fucking close,” Finn snapped. “Now both of you get the fuck out of here. I want to go back to what we were doing and you two are fucking ruining the mood.”
They all began to quarrel, pointing in the air and arguing.
“This is why we didn’t want to tell anybody,” I broke in. “Because I knew the two ofyouwouldn’t take it very well.”
“Who said we wouldn’t take it very well?” Ambrose demanded.
His hands were tearing at his tie and there was a belligerent look in his eye, but his face looked green.
“How long has this been going on?” Astrid cried shrilly, ignoring Ambrose and talking to Finn.
The rock star put his hands up in exasperation.
“I’m over this,” Finn said firmly, suddenly dropping to his knees in front of me, so his broad back was to Ambrose and Astrid. “I’m going to suck your ex-wife’s sweet juicy pussy and unless you need some tips, you might want to get the fuck out.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Finn popped his head under my skirt and I felt his tongue lick up the whole length of my lips, then twist and plunge inside me.
As my eyes fluttered open and closed with my bliss, I saw Ambrose’s white face, his artful salt and pepper hair disarranged, his glasses broken where Finn had run him into the side of the refrigerator.
“Indi—” he said, and there was a strange note in his voice, something I hadn’t heard in a long time there.
Something raw and jagged, but I couldn’t think about that now as I plunged both hands into Finn’s dark hair, tightening in the thick waves and wanting him even closer to me.
“Right there,” I couldn’t help encouraging him, as Astrid’s lips trembled, like she was going to cry.
“Just go,” I groaned as Finn’s covered head moved rhythmically under my skirt, his enthusiastic slurps as he ate my pussy loud and echoing in the kitchen.
“Finn, please,” Astrid begged, but Ambrose took her firmly by the shoulders and led her outside.
I barely lasted until they were at the front door before I came with a loud cry, my legs shaking as pleasure washed over me in luxurious long waves, and Finn carefully moved two fingers into my sopping wet channel to give me another one.
CHAPTER 7
Indi
That week, it was my first birthing class at the community center.
I was stretching and bouncing lightly on my birthing ball when Ambrose, Astrid, and his mother Millicent walked in.
Giving me a death rattle glare, she and Astrid air-kissed and my former mother-in-law went to sit down behind them.
Of coursetheywould be close. Millicent and Astrid were two sides of the same coin—both with that tall, arrogant gait, both looking like everyone else was shit under their fancy shoes.
