Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Clara

Unsure if I can last two hours before getting some food, I make sure the boys are all set at the playhouse before I head into town for a smoothie and maybe a muffin. Hopefully Drippy Drip has their pomegranate-orange muffins. They are my favorite. I almost consider calling Riggs to see if he wants anything, but that seems a little too girlfriend/boyfriend when he only just fucked me stupid this morning. I don't want him to think the muffin is a reward for a job well done. No, I want to reward him in all kinds of different ways.

Yet I want to bring him a muffin.

In the girlfriend/boyfriend sense.

Maybe I will since that's how Louisa and Ciaran got started. They bought each other muffins and then screwed each other's brains out. Muffins and sex seem a pretty legit combination, in my opinion. Be a nice late-night snack. Before I can fall too deeply into my thoughts of sex, muffins, and Riggs, my phone rings.

"Hey, sis!" I answer, and Elliot's voice fills my SUV.

"Hey, what've you got planned tonight? I thought maybe we could go shopping since I'll be busy tomorrow with the game."

I press my lips together. "I'm surprised you're not gonna shack up with Alex."

She giggles. "I will if you have plans, but I wanted to tell you all about his mom. How amazing she is, and what happened in Michigan."

"What happened?"

"I want to tell you in person."

My heart clenches. "Tell me now."

"Why? Do you have plans?"

I make a face, but I don't feel right lying to her. I thought I could lie to her when it came to Riggs, but I can't. I love and respect my sister too much for that. "I do."

"Oh! What are you doing?"

"You tell me your news first."

I don't have to see her face to know her brows are drawn in and she's glaring. "Clara Drew, what are you doing tonight? Or rather…who are you doing?"

"Rude!" I yell, even though I laugh too. "For your information, there will be dinner before I do him."

She scoffs. "Shit, knowing you, you'll probably fuck him as you two eat."

I snort. "You make me sound so dirty."

"You are. You make me look like a nun. And I don't mean by how many guys. I mean by the freaky shit you do with them."

"Hey, don't play. You take all my ideas and use them on Alex."

Her laughter is like music, but I know she's blushing hard. "I did use that little blow job trick the other night."

"Which one? Where you fuck yourself with a dildo and suck him off?"

"Jesus Christ, Clara!"

"What? That's hot."

"No, when I hollow out my mouth and have him fuck my throat."

"Oh," I say dryly. "That's not a trick, El. That's normal head on a Tuesday afternoon."

"Oh my God, Clara!" she squeals, giggling like a little Sunday-schooler. "You are too much."

"But you love me."

"I do," she agrees. "So, tell me who you're doing tonight?"

Damn it, I thought I had distracted her. "I don't know if I want to tell you yet. Let me see how it goes."

She pauses for a moment, and then her voice is loud as she yells, "You hooked up with Riggs, didn't you! Girl, you've worked for him for four days."

"What? I told you I think he's hot."

"Well, duh, he is. But he is emotionally closed off to everyone."

"I don't think so. He was pretty passionate when he was wrecking the shit out of me this morning." I look down at my bruised thighs from the strength in his powerful hips. "I'm pretty sure I'm walking bowlegged."

"For the love of all things holy…" she mutters, and I know she's shaking her head. "How?"

Now, I'm the one pausing. "Well, you see, what had happened was?—"

"Clara Drew, what did you do to wake up his emotionally dented ass?"

"Hey, that's rude."

She giggles. "Girl, you're already defending him? You're a goner for him. Nothing I say will change that. So tell me how you did it."

I bring in my brows, but I don't disagree with her. I am a goner for him. Sighing, I say, "It isn't what I did—well, I did do something, but I didn't know he was watching."

"You knew."

I laugh. "No, really! I didn't," I insist. "The first night I was in his house, I was in his bed, and it smelled so good. Just how he smells. I got all hot and bothered, and I got off."

"In his bed?"

"Oh yeah. It was hot."

"You came in Coach Riggs McCoy's bed."

I grin. "I call him Daddy ."

I'm met with silence, and then my phone rings with a FaceTime call. Thankfully, I've already parked, so I hit it just as Elliot's face comes on the screen. Her long hair is pulled over one shoulder as her greenish-blue gaze locks on me. She looks like a doll, so pretty. Thick lips, a little cupid's bow, and the most stunning long lashes. I hope my nephew has her eyes and lips. He's gonna be the most gorgeous baby! Before I can tell my sister how pretty and glowy she is, she gives me a stern look, but she's holding back a grin. "One second, please."

Just then, all my sisters join the call. Each one is so beautiful and alight with happiness to see me. I'm not surprised that Elliot called them; we're all best friends.

The only good thing our parents did was give us one another.

"Sisters, our baby sister is a slut," Elliot announces, and Eliza giggles as Austen's eyes widen.

It's Louisa who says, "It's okay. I was too, until I met Ciaran. Hell, I don't even think I knew his name before we fucked. Aw, I just knew I would love him." She does a little wiggly dance that has me grinning. She is just so happy. So in love.

"Wow. I'm so proud of my eldest sister right now," Eliza mumbles, and we all laugh at that.

"Says the one who married a guy for a coffee shop," Louisa fires back.

Eliza scoffs. "And all the orgasms."

Austen snorts. "I'm the only normal one here who fell in love before I knocked boots with him."

I raise my eyebrows at her. "You were living with him without anyone knowing. Someone you didn't know. Didn't you try to kill him too?"

"She broke his Xbox," Louisa provides.

Austen gives us a dark look. "Well, at least I didn't get knocked up and hide it for six months!"

Elliot makes a face. "Hey, I am doing God's work here. Providing you guys with a nephew!" We all laugh at that. "But for real, Clara has all of us topped," Elliot insists.

"Wow. I don't agree," I mutter, but everyone is still giggling.

"Clara Drew, tell everyone what you just told me."

I flash her an exasperated look, but I don't care. These women are my heart and soul. We may tease one another, but at the end of the day, we love one another more than anything. "I don't know what the big deal is. So I am dog-sitting for this guy?—"

"Coach Riggs McCoy," Elliot supplies, and everyone's jaw drops, their eyes widening. Elliot nods. "Exactly."

"Wait," Louisa wheezes. "You're being slutty for Coach McCoy?"

Elliot snorts. "More than slutty. Our baby sister calls him Daddy ."

Austen and Eliza giggle loudly as the latter cries out, "Shut up!"

"Hell yeah, I do. Have you seen him?" I justify, and Louisa agrees.

"I'd call him Daddy."

"Same," Austen giggles as she shuts the door behind her. It's dark on her screen, so I assume it's nighttime where she is. "Don't tell Dimitri, though."

"Um, yes. Coach McCoy has all the zaddy energy." Eliza beams. "We all know this. Tell us what happened to warrant calling our dear, sweet sister a slut?"

I love Eliza. She is the mom of the group even though she's the second eldest. I grin as I shrug. "Like I said, I am dog-sitting for him. He has been great, really kind, and has made me feel at home, even had food for me on the nights I'd stay at his house."

"Why are you staying at his house? You don't do that," Louisa says, and I nod.

"Not usually, but Peepaw asked me to since Riggs is really protective of his dogs, Gretzky and Gordie."

"Aw, such cute names!" Eliza gushes. "Are you comfortable there?"

"Yeah, for sure. He's been super cool, and of course, I'm crushing on him because he's hot as sin."

"So hot," Louisa agrees.

"Like, take me to hell, Father, for I have had impure thoughts about another man who's not my husband," Eliza jests, and we all giggle.

"Also, let's all remember that Peepaw set this up. So when he comes with his bullshit, we can blame him," Austen points out, and we all nod in a united front.

"Exactly!" I agree, pointing to my sisters. "Anyway, he smells good when he's standing beside you. Like all woodsy, a lumberjack, wrestle-a-bear kind of sexy smell, and I was looking at his bed and thought maybe the bed smelled like him. So, I jumped onto the bed, and it did." I let out a slutty moan that has them all laughing. "Got me all hot and bothered, so I got off."

I'm met with stunned silence as Elliot chokes out a laugh. "Yes, our sister came in Coach's bed without him in it."

I shrug. "Yeah. But apparently, he saw me do it."

Everyone is talking then.

"What?"

"How?"

"Oh my God!"

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Not at all. I'd do it for him in person. But I guess he has a camera in the room, and I didn't know that."

"He saw you on what, a nannycam?" Louisa asks.

"No, I think a doggycam."

"Who cares about the damn cam. What happened next?" Austen practically yells then covers her mouth, a blush filling her beautiful face.

"He admitted to watching me, then I told him to look at the camera again because I was going to give him one hell of a show."

Louisa giggles loudly. "You are my favorite kind of slut."

I laugh loudly at that. "Oh girl, guess what he said?"

All of them gasp, "What?"

"He told me to take my hands off his pussy."

Pure chaos ensues as my sisters giggle, cackle, and yell at me for all the deets, and I don't disappoint. I tell them everything, and all I can do is grin like a fool.

I know my sisters don't judge me or think less of me. We grew up in a world where women were objects and property. My sisters did everything they could to make sure I never had to be anyone's object. I wasn't forced into anything or owned by anyone. The first time I had sex, I loved how much power I felt in making my choice. Sex wasn't tarnished for me like it was for them.

For all the protection and love they provided me, I love them more than I can ever express. But I would give it all back in a heartbeat if it meant they'd never have had to go through what they did. Sometimes I wonder if we were all meant to leave the cult with deep scars. While mine aren't from trauma like what they experienced, I still came out a little broken. I don't think I can blame the cult since I was born the way I was, but still, why did we have to go through what we did? It's all so depressing and unfair. Why couldn't we have grown up normal? Why did we all have to experience so much pain?

But then, is the reward for all of it having one another?

Because it's in moments like this that I'm grateful for my sisters. And I know they're grateful for me.