We won’t know until I do what he asks and go out with the biker. Bikers don’t date, though, do they? Chances are it would be more of a quickie on his bike than an actual date.
Tomas walks back over and smiles when he sees me. “Hey, I was just talking to Hangman, also known as Carson.” Hot name, both of them really. Wonder how he got his biker name. “If he asks you out, say yes, I know you want to.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I ask, “Why are you pushing this so hard?”
“Honestly?” I nod. “I told you the other day that I’ve met someone in the science department that I think I want to date but didn’t want to spring that on you after moving all the way here with me.” He tells me, looking ashamed.
“We could have moved here as friends, Tomas, you know that. I would have still bought this house and still allowed you to stay here with me.” Tomas hates the fact that I bought this house, he refused to put his name as co-owner on it. It’s not my fault my books make me more money than his teaching career pays him.
Technically, he comes from money, but he doesn’t touch his trust. It just sits, earning interest. I’m not exactly sure what he’s saving it for, but I don’t question it. We each keep a separate bank account and split all bills down the middle. Which you’d think is odd, considering we’ve been together for so long. Hell, I know couples that get joint accounts after six months of dating. But it was just our way of doing things.
“Does she know about me?” I ask him.
“Yes, she doesn’t want to date until she talks to you first.”
“And she’s okay with having an open relationship?”
“Yes, I’ve told her today what I told you last night. I think we should see other people.”
“See other people like ‘break up and see other people.’ Or stay together while also seeing other people?” I want to make sure I understand what he’s saying.
“Justine, I love you. You’re my best friend, but I think that’s all we are. We won’t know if we don’t go out and try with other people.”
“So, basically, what you’re saying is—let me get this straight—you want us to date other people to see if we actually want to be with each other? So, we’re on a break?”
Tomas sighs, “Jus, think about this, really think about it. You can’t tell me I’m wrong.”
Fuck, I hate when he’s right. To be honest, I wanted to break up before this move, but didn’t want to hurt him. If I had known he’s felt like this, I would have gone through with it. Now, I just feel like a dick that I didn’t see this coming sooner. It took a hot as fuck biker dude from down the street to make me actually feel something.
“Okay,” I finally say.
“Okay, then. I’ll have my stuff moved into the second bedroom tonight. Might be awkward at first, but we’ll get through it. If you want me to move out, let me know.”
I shake my head no. “You still pay half the bills and we’re good. You and I both know that some months I don’t earn all that much, so having you help me out is a huge help.”
Part of me feels like I’m losing a piece of myself, and the other part feels freeing. Why does this decision feel completely natural? Sure, in the beginning, the sex was awesome. We were teenagers in love. Helping each other out with homework, going to movies, holding hands, and sex. Boy, did we have a lot of sex. It was fun and thrilling. But over time, I’ve come to rely on him in more ways than one. He was there for me when no one else was. But as of lately, sex has become mundane, stale if you will. I love him with all my heart and thinking we had more than sex was correct. We do have more. We are best friends first and foremost. But that right there is where the problem lies. We have love just not physical attraction.
Chapter Nine
Hangman
I watch the couples exchange on their front porch and wonder briefly what they’re talking about. No raised voices but they look to be in a heated discussion. I turn back to my house and walk inside and grab a beer.
Thinking about what Tomas said, I decide it’s time to make my move before he changes his mind. Putting the beer on the coffee table, I go back outside, check the time—good still have thirty minutes before Emily gets home on the bus—and head on down to my new neighbour’s house.
“Speaking of the devil,” Justine says sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. How I would love to spank her for that right now, but I have a feeling I need to take this a little slow for her sake, just not too slow.
I grin. “The devil’s scared of me, babe.”
She snorts. “Doesn’t surprise me,” she mutters.
Tomas gives me a smile and heads into the house, leaving us alone. “So, what was that about?” I ask, wondering if she’ll tell me.
Her shoulders sag. “Nothing really.”
Taking a step up, I clear my throat. “According to Tomas, you’re free game.”
“Just because Tomas said,” she makes air quotes with her fingers, “’I’m free game’ doesn’t mean that I want you.” Damn, she’s got sass. And that makes me hard as a rock.
Taking another step up, I stare directly in her eyes. “Beautiful, the way you looked at me the other day says differently.” Taking another step up, I add, “The way I saw your breathing hitch when I laid my lips to yours.” Taking the rest of the steps up and walking directly up to her, I back her into the siding of the home then lick my lips. “And now the look in your eyes. The way your breasts are rising and falling to your heavy breathing is telling me that you do.”
She lamely says, “I don’t.”
Wrapping one of my hands around her neck and the other around her waist, I grind my hard dick into her. “I’ve wanted you since the first night I met you.” I kiss the fuck out of her. Her hands move to my face. Tongues fight for dominance. My hands roam, going under her ass and picking her up, bracing her against the siding of the house.
When we stop kissing, we just stare at each other. I love looking at her, but I have to get off this porch before I start fucking her for all the neighborhood to see. Backing away, I wink. “See you soon, darling.”
Walking away, I think about how I need to be careful with her. She is one that I want to get to know and keep. I’ll bide my time. Then I’ll devour her.
In the meantime, I’ll just fuck the fat-tittied bitch to scratch my itch. What can I say? I want my cake and eat it, too.
“Wait!” Justine comes running down the stairs and stops in front of me.
“Yes, darling?”
“Okay, I lied.” She fidgets and I smirk in amusement.
“You lied? About what?”
She blushes. “Wanting you,” she murmurs.
“What was that?”
“I want you,” she says louder. She’s just given me my opening.
“I’ll be by tomorrow at 8pm to pick you up.”
“What? Where are we going?” She looks panicked, and I smile.
“On a date. Dress to be on the back of my bike.” I lower my head and give her a soft and gentle kiss on the lips before walking away smiling. What the fuck! I don’t do soft and gentle, yet I just did. Fuck, after I get Emily settled into bed, I’ll call over my neighbour to babysit. I need to get to the clubhouse and get my dick sucked.