The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203: GIRLS’s DAY OUT

Abigail

"And then I said, ’You have a problem with me eating chips, Carla? That’s nacho business!’" Angel cackled. "Get it? Not your business, but Nacho’s business?"

Our picnic blanket was spread out under a cluster of shady trees in the park that Finnegan’s men had cleared out completely for us. The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves in golden patches.

Angel was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach, River was trying and failing to keep a straight face, while Annette shook her head.

"I guess the dry jokes run in the family."

"Oh, you have no idea," River groaned.

"Finnegan’s jokes are the driest."

"Hey, that’s my baby y’all are talking about," I shot back playfully, leaning back on my elbows. "His jokes may be dry, but they sure as hell get me wet—"

"Abby, there’s a kid here," Annette coughed.

"Set," I covered up quickly. "I meant he gets things set."

Angel blinked between us, eyes clouding with confusion. Oh, great — she didn’t catch the dirty joke. The last thing I wanted to do was corrupt the poor kid’s innocence.

Angel had insisted on this girls-only outing, and I was so glad she did. We’d played a wildly chaotic game of frisbee earlier, with Angel and me teaming up to destroy River and Annette.

And destroy them we did. Now we were lounging and munching on nachos, which I was starting to think were Angel’s favorite.

My mind, however, kept drifting to Finnegan.

I wondered what he was doing right now. Was he still brooding after the confrontation with his mother?

Did he miss me the way I missed him? The thought of his strong hands on my body had me shivering lightly with pleasure.

He had snuck into my room last night, and I’d slept with his cock buried in me. Heat pooled low in my belly. I shifted on the blanket, pressing my thighs together.

I slipped my phone out, angled it carefully, and snapped a quick picture, arching my back slightly so the sundress rode up my thighs.

I smiled to myself, biting my lip.

God, I was so gone for him. I was so going to crawl into his lap the second I saw him again.

Angel nudged me with her foot. "Earth to Abigail. You’re smiling at your phone like a lovesick teenager. Is it Dad?"

I laughed, tucking my phone away. "Maybe."

River smirked. "He’s been smiling more lately, too. It’s disgusting how cute you two are."

We kept chatting and playing silly games —truth or dare, where Angel dared Annette to do her best impression of Finnegan being grumpy.

Yeah, it was scarily accurate. I dared River to belt out the national anthem in a terrible British accent.

For a while, everything felt... good. A little too good. I should have known it couldn’t last forever. Robert Greene did say nothing gold can stay.

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