“Trix asleep?”

I wasn’t starting shit if Trix was awake. I loved my baby girl, but she’d proven more than once that she had no sense of timing. She’d be knocking on the door right as things were getting good if she were still awake.

“Yeah,” she sighed quietly as she watched me from the doorway.

“Shut the door, baby,” I told her, but she didn’t move.

She just stood there, looking at me, like she couldn’t make up her mind. She finally nodded as if the decision was made, and she turned and shut the door. Before she could step away from it, I told her to lock it. Her eyes went wide and dark before she cleared her throat to speak.

“I can’t. Lock it, I mean. There’s no lock.”

She sort of stuttered when she was nervous, and for some reason, I found it sexy as hell.

“We’ll fix that shit tomorrow,” I told her, and my voice sounded about ten times deeper than normal. “Wedge that shoe under it, like you did earlier. We’ll hear her if she’s trying to get in.”

She nodded again as she stuffed the shoe under the door as far as it would go. She was stalling, shoving that shoe around, crouched in front of the door. She looked ridiculous in a big U of O T-shirt and the long-ass skirt she was wearing when I’d gotten home tonight. I didn’t even think she realized what she had on. It was the weirdest fuckin’ outfit, but the way it shifted around her, skimming her skin and swishing around her hips, made my dick twitch. I let her stall for a minute more before I called her to me.

“Need help getting this shirt off, Brenna,” I told her even though I really didn’t.

Whatever Doc gave me in that little plastic bag had me feeling no pain at this point. When I got back from Trix’s room a bit ago, my chest was throbbing. I was glad that I was able to sit with Trix for a bit, but fuck, sitting on her tiny-ass bed had my bruised muscles screaming.

Brenna came over to help me with my clothes, and I was taken aback by how gorgeous she was. It never got old. It surprised me every time I looked at her. She used to have this confidence about her. She knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t a bitch about it. Now? It was like she didn’t see herself. Richards had done a fuckin’ number on her. For a minute, when she’d knocked Kendra out, I thought I’d seen the old Brenna again, but she’d immediately turned back into the Stepford wife. I was looking forward to fuckin’ the Stepford wife right out of her, and if that didn’t work, I’d try something else.

She unsnapped my buttons from top to bottom, the opposite of how she’d put it on me an hour ago. Her hands were shaking, and I didn’t know what the fuck to do to make her less nervous, so I just stood there. She licked her lips as she pushed the shirt off my shoulders, and I wiggled my shoulders a little and let it fall to the floor. Yep, these pills from Doc worked fuckin’ great. I was feeling no pain.

As she reached for the button on my jeans, I stopped her and pushed her chin up to look at me. For the past couple of minutes, she’d been avoiding my eyes, and I wasn’t sure why. I couldn’t read her face, but she seemed really fuckin’ nervous, more nervous than I’d originally thought, Fuck it. It’d be better to just get it over with the first time, right? Like ripping off a Band-Aid. It wasn’t like we hadn’t done this before. She wasn’t a goddamn virgin.

Before she knew what I was doing, I leaned down and pushed her skirt to the floor, so she was standing in a puddle of fabric. Next, I pulled her oversized T-shirt over her head. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing was shallow as she looked up at me. She must’ve remembered my reaction from earlier because she didn’t try to cover herself. She just looked me straight in the eye and kept her hands loosely by her sides.

Fuck me. I had to readjust myself in my jeans as I took her in. Her hips were wider than I remembered; her tits were bigger, too. I noticed both before, but seeing them naked was a whole different thing. When I’d had her before, her body was toned, firm, and round. I’d loved it. But her body now was unbelievable. She was all fuckin’ lush with her rounded thighs, scarred-up belly, and bigger tits. I was having a hard time deciding where I wanted to go first when she made a distressed noise deep in her throat. I glanced up to catch her eye and noticed that her face was as red as a fuckin’ tomato, and her eyes were starting to water.

“I know it’s not like it used to be. It’s all stretched out and gross—”

I cut her off from saying another word by leaning forward and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth—hard. Her hands flew up and grabbed on to my hair as I licked her and sucked her like I couldn’t get enough, which was pretty close to the truth. Her skin was so soft, especially where her scars were, and I ran my nose up and down her belly, licking and nipping at her scars as I went. I didn’t know why she had such a fuckin’ problem with her body. She needed to get that shit outta her head.

It blew my mind that Trix had been in there, and I’d missed it. She was so tiny. I couldn’t even imagine it, but I bet she was gorgeous. Fuck, she was always gorgeous. She had a scar that was different than the others, covered by her tattoo. It was a raised line that tilted slightly up at the sides like a smile. C-section scar. I didn’t know she’d had one, but we hadn’t talked much about Trix’s birth. Fuck, if she’d had a C-section, that meant that nothing had stretched her. There was a good chance she’d be as tight as the last time I had her. The thought of her wrapping around my cock with that tight pussy just about sent me through the roof. I stood up quickly, and fuck, those drugs Doc gave me were strong. I swayed for a second, and Brenna wrapped her arms around me tightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t give her a chance. I grabbed her hand and sat. Then, I lay back on the bed.