Page 32 of Broken Pieces
“As long as he keeps his sexual Olympics in his damn bedroom.”
“I can talk to him,” Brett says.
“Please don’t. That’s even worse. He’s only doing it because I turned him down.”
Brett laughs at that. “He doesn’t take rejection well. But he is an idiot if he thought you would say yes to him. You’re smart. And he only beds idiots. He is way out of his league if he thinks he could get you.”
I blush at the compliment. “That’s sweet, but it doesn’t change my predicament.”
“I’ll talk to him,” he reassures me.
“No, you won’t!” Summer exclaims from behind us. “I’m gonna go beat his ass with a rolling pin if I have to.”
Brett looks up at his wife and grins. “He had the day off today. I bet he still has a girl in there.”
All three of us simultaneously turn our heads to see if there is a car parked by Brooks’ truck. Sure enough, a tiny two-door convertible sits next to his.
“That no good, whore loving, asshole!” Summer shouts as she runs into the house only to come back out a few seconds later with a rolling pin. She runs as fast as she can at six months pregnant toward the cottage, rolling pin shaking in her hand above her head.
I look at Brett and he tries to keep a serious face, but we both end up cracking up. “I married a crazy person.”
Within two minutes a girl comes running out of the cottage half dressed with tears in her eyes as she runs to the car. Brooks runs out after her, butt naked. Summer standing in the doorway, smirking, beating the rolling pin in her hand.
Brooks tries to console the girl but her squeaky screams, that sound surprisingly similar to her orgasm screams, are shouting that he is a lyin’ cheatin’ bastard and she never wants to see him again.
He turns around and heads back toward the cottage with one final smack on his arm from the rolling pin.
Summer practically skips back to the patio, her big smile brighter than the sun.
“What did you say?” Brett asks her.
“Oh you know nothin’ too crazy. Just called him a cheating manwhore of a husband as I smacked his ass with the rolling pin. The girl took one look at the ring on my hand and started crying and bolted while Brooks tried to explain.”
Brett wraps his arm around his wife and kisses her head. “Remind me never to wrong you.”
“Oh sweetheart, it would be so much worse for you if you did.”
“Did you tell Brooks he better not bring any more trash in the cottage?” I ask Summer.
She squeezes my hand. “Sure did Rae. And if he gets caught with another girl, I told him I would cut his dick off and feed it to the chickens.”
We all laugh as I see Brooks standing on the front porch of the cottage shooting daggers in my direction.
It looks like I’ll finally be getting a good night sleep after all.