Broken by Erin R Flynn Read Free Book Online

thing about me since I was a smoker. Then again, I was a smoker first… Oh fuck it. Life was complicated.
    I shook my head at my wandering thoughts as I opened my cider, wishing sometimes my brain had an off switch. Wouldn’t that be nice? Hey, time for bed. Wait, wait—just let me turn my brain off.
    Setting my drink and folder on the little table by the one deck chair with the big cushions, I checked the gas on the grill again. I’d gotten into that habit after one idiotic slipup and wasting a whole propane tank. Yeah, that was a mistake I’d never make again. Especially now, considering I had to lug the damn tank through the house, which consisted of down half a flight of stairs, up another half flight, and through the kitchen.
    Once I made sure the knob was off, I stood up and stretched, staring out into the woods and figuring I had about twenty minutes before full dark was on me and all the bugs in Nebraska came out to eat me. As I turned to sit down, I saw I wasn’t the only one outside in our little secluded slice of peaceful heaven.
    But I was the only one fully dressed .
    I met Cypress’s eyes as Teak moved up and down on his cock, his face buried in Cypress’s neck. I glanced at the door to my house before looking back at Cypress. He shook his head and gestured to my chair with the barest bend of his neck. That was when I noticed Aspen sitting a few feet away from them, stroking himself as he watched the show in front of him, completely unaware of my presence.
    I watched Cypress’s hands move down Teak’s back and cup the man’s ass, moving him faster. God, I wanted to stay. Maybe it was crude of me. Maybe it was wrong, but fuck , they’d given me every permission, green light, and promise of no strings attached if I did.
    Plus it was my backyard too!
    So I did. I carefully turned my chair so I didn’t make a sound and disrupt them, lit a smoke, and watched like some perv in the dark. I watched Cypress take Teak from across our strip of joint yard.
    I’d never been so turned on in my life . It was hot and beautiful watching them together, moving in rhythm like they were a perfect fit for each other. When they finished together, I snuck back in my house, closing up my porch for the night and leaning against the glass door, my chest heaving as if I’d actually just done something strenuous.
    Mostly because by sitting there and watching, I understood I’d just changed the dynamics of my relationship with them… But to what I had no clue. They were obviously all gay and together .
    What the fuck was going on here?
     
    * * * *
     
    I had the dream again as I had every night since they’d moved in, the only difference this time was Cypress spoke in it.
    “I’m telling you, she watched us. She’s coming around. Don’t push her too fast, but she’s perfect for us.”
    But that was it. They touched my legs and he said that. Yeah, maybe someone was slipping drugs into my water. When I got up, I went through my normal Monday routine, dreading the one thing that made it icky Monday for me—weighing myself. I wasn’t actively dieting more than finally going back to cutting my carbs and going to see a thyroid doctor, but he ended up being a tool of epic proportions.
    No, seriously. They’d mixed up my test results and then when the nurse had called me with them again and I’d asked for her to clarify a few points she told me she didn’t know what certain things meant. When I said I wanted the doctor to call me then, she said he didn’t call about results unless a follow-up was required.
    How the fuck could I determine if a follow-up was required if she couldn’t answer my questions?
    Oh, according to her, it wasn’t necessary given my results. Assuming they were the right ones this time of course. Well if she couldn’t explain my results to me, about my health, abso-fucking-lutely I was going to take her at her word.
    Idiots.
    And telling me I had several non-surgical required nodules on my thyroid