BECAUsE THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH LOVING
WHY DIDN’T THIS gem make the cut? There were a few significant changes near the end of the story, and with that came the cutting of this scene. Not because I didn’t love it, because I do, but there were already plenty of sexy times, and this one just didn’t fit into the story anymore. This is another one of those silly scenes I loved, so I’m glad I get to share it in an outtake. This scene takes place in Violet’s apartment and the Area 51 debate is in full effect here.
The Lost Sex Scene
Beaver Files
ALEX WANTS TO shower with me, but I need private time; the beave requires some ’scaping. No one should see her in such an unruly state but me. He stands outside the door, knocking every few minutes to see if I’ve changed my mind about needing some help. He’s still in the hall when I come out with my robe on. He looks me up and down wearing his pouty face, then brushes by me to take a shower of his own. I don’t offer to help him out. We have all night to do that.
While he cleans up, I check the cupboards. I have plenty of snack food, but I only have one box of Kraft mac ‘n’ cheese, which Alex can polish off on his own, so ordering in seems like the better plan. Since my apartment is close to my work, I know of a few restaurants, but I don’t have their phone numbers. Thankfully, Alex’s laptop is on the kitchen table—he brought it along so he could check his email later—I’m not sure when he thinks he’ll have time since I plan to keep him busy with sexing.
I flip it open and Alex’s email pops up. He has a ridiculous number of unanswered messages. I minimize the screens to get to his desktop, which is rife with folders. I spot one called “BEAVER.”
I suspect it has nothing to do with the furry animal, and everything to do with porn. I check over my shoulder. For what purpose, I’m not entirely certain. I can hear the water running in the bathroom, and no one else is in my apartment. Maybe I’m awaiting the arrival of the folder-hacking fairy? She hasn’t shown up to reprimand me for what I’m about to do yet, so I click on the folder like the nosy pseudo-hacker I am.
Inside the main folder are an assload of dated subfolders. The first one I click contains recent pictures of Alex and me making out in public. I smile, then remember his mother has probably seen them on social media by now. Still, I feel better knowing that he, too, has a porn folder of us.
The next subfolder is called “Beaver Sleuth.” I go ahead and click on that. These aren’t media pictures. They were taken a few years ago when Skye and Sidney decided we needed to go on a family vacation. It was the off-season, so Buck tagged along. He found a group of dickheads to hang out with on the first day, and all they did was hit on me—the dickheads, not Buck. That would’ve been weird. Regardless, it was quite the experience. But that’s neither here nor there. What I want to know is how Alex happened upon copies of these pictures.
As I browse the folder, I come across one where my butt cheek is hanging out the bottom of my bikini. I was so pissed at Buck for catching me like that, and now Alex has seen it. Not that he hasn’t seen my ass up close and personal many, many times, I just don’t understand why he feels the need to have old pictures of it peeking out for the world to see. He can have the real thing any time he wants.
I’m so engrossed in checking out my own partially exposed rear end, I don’t hear Alex come out of the bathroom. It’s not until his hard-on is pressed up against my back that I realize two things: I’m creeping on his computer, and I didn’t put real clothes on after my shower—so I’m still naked under my bathrobe.
“Watcha lookin’ at?”
He mutters an expletive as he rests his chin on my shoulder. Interestingly, his immediate reaction is to grab my boobs, as though they’re my eyes and he’s trying to prevent me from seeing what’s on the screen.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he says quickly.
“So this isn’t a picture of me with my butt hanging out? Did you get this from Buck? What’s he still doing with them anyway, and why in the world would he share them with you?” I try to turn around, but Alex keeps me pinned against the table with the weight of his hips and the monster cock.
“He didn’t share them with me.”
I glare at his hands, which are anxiously kneading my breasts. “You have three seconds to start explaining before I kick your ass. And don’t bother telling me I can’t kick your ass. I know that. But I’ll lay a smackdown on the monster cock. I have a feeling he’s the mastermind behind all of this…this…butt porn.” I push my ass out against his monster cock. My boyfriend is such a pervert. Mostly I love it.
“Back up,” I order.
Alex complies, and I spin around, crossing my arms over the girls. This is so I look angry, which I am, but also to cover my awesome rack. I don’t want any distractions while he explains why he has ass porn photos of me from well before we met each other.
“Remember when we first had sex?” he asks.
I jab a finger into his solid chest. “Don’t try to distract me with sex!”
“I’m not! I’m not! But you do remember, right? The first time and the second?” His left dimple makes a brief appearance before he smartly schools his expression.
“Of course I remember.” That night, while not my best in terms of decision making, was amazing. It’s why we’re standing here. And we love each other.
“So you also remember how you took off without waking me up first and didn’t call me back after I left you messages?”
Dear God, we aren’t going here again, are we? For a famous guy, Alex has a soft ego.
“I told you why I didn’t call you back.”
He takes my jabbing finger in his hand. “Now don’t get mad at me.” The precursor to his coming explanation can’t be good. “I was getting desperate to talk to you. I mean, you’d left your glasses behind. I thought that meant you wanted to see me again, but then you didn’t call back. I thought maybe I’d done something wrong. I wanted to see you. I was—you were on my mind constantly.”
We’ve never talked about what happened after the first beaver-wood intro. “Really?”
“Yeah. You’re this incredibly funny, sexy woman who liked that I was smart and didn’t give a rat’s ass about hockey. How could I not be taken with you? So when you didn’t call me back, I resorted to—” He bites his lip and looks down. “—creeping Buck’s Facebook profile.”
“You hacked into it?”
“No. I just creeped it. There’s where I found the pictures.”
“Wait. What? Those pictures are still on his profile? I told him to take them down two years ago.”
“I guess he didn’t listen. He really should have. Those pictures are something else. I didn’t know when you’d be at another game, or if you even wanted to see me again. You told me you loved my cock, so how could I not want to see you again after that?” Alex gets a wistful, faraway look before he continues. “When I saw the picture with your little cheek hanging out, I thought to myself, Self, you’ve already seen that fine ass up close and personal. You’ve held onto it while she rides your cock. You know how soft that skin feels. Is it that wrong for you to keep one picture of Violet’s ass cheek playing peekaboo?” He stops rambling to see how I’m taking his truth vomit.