Page 113 of Broken Romeo

Another 25 minutes later, I was finally able to relax when my dad texted me that he was home and put Mom to bed.

I texted Anne Marie after that.

Holden:

I need selfie proof that you’re no longer in that house alone with my father.

She knew better than to argue with me or ask why.

Seconds later, I got a selfie of Anne Marie holding up the receipt from Walgreens, sitting on her couch.

Finally, I breathed easier.

As much as I hated Anne Marie, I was grateful she was there tonight for my mom. Even if it was the least she could do.

For a moment, I debated texting her back a thank you, but I thought better of it.

I fell back on my bed, draping an arm over my eyes. I could fall asleep right now. Hell maybe I would.

My phone buzzed and I debated ignoring it completely. It was probably just Duncan asking if I was coming out tonight. Most of my friends were going out to the pub tonight, but after listening to my mom slur her words and smash her cup, drinking was the last thing I wanted to do right now.

Curiosity got the better of me and I raised my phone to my face, expecting to see a message from Duncan, or Dad, or even Anne Marie.

The last thing I expected to see was an email from Katherine’s used panty account.

I bolted upright in bed and opened the email that had no subject line and nothing written in the email.

Only one attached image and a video.

A fucking video.

I held my breath as I hit the little arrow play button.

The video started with her hand already inside pale pink panties covered with bright red cherries. Though I couldn’t see anything but movement and her toned thighs wriggling against her plain gray comforter, I know exactly what those small fingers are doing in there and I was instantly hard as a fucking rock.

Then, there’s the quietest little gasp, followed by her moan echoing out of the speaker of my phone.

The sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

Her thigh muscles clenched, her hips bucking until she pulled her hand out of the waistband of her panties. The video ended, freezing on a still image of her fingers… glistening.

Glistening with Katherine.

If I thought I was hard before, there was a goddamn steel pipe in my pants after that image.

My mouth watered for a taste of those fingers.

The entire video lasted only a minute, but it was easily the best minute of my life.

I emailed her quickly. Just two words.

Fucking. Hell.

I didn’t think she’d ever do it.

I would have bet my life savings against ever receiving a video like that from Katherine.

A terrifyingly sober thought slammed into me. If she sent this, she must really need money.