“I don’t feel anything for Marcus. Not any more,” I said carefully. So why does this leave a bad taste in my mouth? “But, it wasn’t like Char didn’t see how sad I was after he dumped me. She was right there with us almost from the beginning. Was she lusting after him all this time?”
“I have no idea, babe. I want to hear more about that myself, so don’t worry, I’ll let you know what I learn. Char is not so chummy with me either ever since Lily moved in, but I’m good with Marcus. I’ll ask him and see what’s going on.”
“What do I do? Do I say anything to her if by some chance we talk? Not that she is dying to get in touch with me.” I met Lucy’s gaze and asked, “Am I overreacting? If they are in love, I’d be happy for them, but isn’t it weird that this happens just a few weeks after I move out? It just feels weird.”
“Don’t think about it, okay? You have other things to focus on right now. If Char chooses not to talk to you because of Marcus, screw it. I’ll talk to Marcus and we’ll know more about what’s going on.”
I nodded. “Sure, but you don’t have to. I mean, it’s not our business, is it?”
“I have to leave, but we’ll talk later, okay?”
I hugged her tightly. If there was one thing I didn’t like about Jason’s house, it was that Lucy wasn’t living it with me. “I miss you,” I murmured into her hair.
“Oh, babe, I miss you, too. Especially your comfy breasts.” She stood next to me and peered outside. “You guys could always adopt me, you know. I wouldn’t mind calling Jason Daddy at all.”
“Ah, please, get out.”
Holding her hands up, she backed away. “Just a suggestion. You guys are in a marriage now; you shouldn’t make a big decision like that without talking to your hunky husband.”
“Sure, I’ll do that.”
She gave me a miserable sigh. “As if you leaving is not bad enough, now I’m forced to sleep on the couch when Jameson stays over. No comfy breasts, no spooning…”
I stalked her toward the door with a big grin on my face. “Poor Lucy. I’m getting all the spoons. And I’m begging you, please, sleep in the same bed with the poor guy. At least give him that much.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re the worst friend on planet earth.”
“Thanks, I try.”
***
It was hours after Lucy had left and I’d stopped wandering around the house trying to decide if I should call Char to see what was going on or not. It wasn’t that I was jealous; I knew Marcus had dated other girls after me—he had even brought a few of them home. It had stung, but I hadn’t been jealous. Hell, I was fake married to my childhood crush, who was I to have an opinion on their lives?
But, being with my friend? Kissing her? Sleeping with her??
I wasn’t feeling very motivated to get back to the story I was working on, but I forced myself to sit down and get some words in since I had planned to write until Jason got home. When the scene turned from emotional to another hot sex scene, I thought it would be a good idea to get on tumblr and do some research, look at some erotic pictures and…you know, get motivated.
Since I knew Jason wouldn’t be home for at least another three hours, I connected my laptop to his ginormous TV via Bluetooth and started scrolling through some tasteful black and whites. After jumping from one tumblr site to another, I found a new site that had all kinds of audio recordings—masturbation, edging, threesomes, fisting (holy shit!), dirty talk, moans, and good ol’ mf having sex.
Curious and admittedly excited, I pressed play on one of the ‘dirty talk’ sound clips and immediately flinched when a deep voice echoed in Jason’s house: You like getting your pussy fucked up by this big cock, don’t you?
I was scared out of my wits. I had no idea that Jason had in-wall speakers in the house. I lowered the volume, but it was still an…experience, to say the least.
Not liking the girl calling the guy ‘daddy’ and mewling unnecessarily, I stopped that one and pressed play on another clip. And then another.
And another.
And another.
I didn’t mind watching porn, but I didn’t like going through a million videos just to find something that would actually excite me. I wasn’t after a storyline or anything like that, but when the girl is screaming all over the place, faking it, or you don’t find a guy attractive, no matter how many inches he has, it is hard to get into what they are doing.
So, having the freedom to imagine whomever I wanted to imagine while I listened to sexy skin slapping, some dirty words, and pretty good moaning, I was a happy girl.
Once I found a ten-minute, homemade sound clip of a guy that was groaning and moaning just as much as the girl was, I closed my eyes and pictured Jason and me having sex.
That right there? Instant arousal.
Opening my document, I started to put down the words and soon enough I was lost in them.
“Boo!”
The moment I felt someone’s breath on my neck and heard the voice, I screamed at the top of my lungs and tossed my laptop right over my head.
By the time I realized it was Jason who had scared me out of my mind, I was already standing in the middle of the ottoman, holding my chest and begging my heart to stay put where it belonged.
“What did you do that for? Are you crazy?!” I screamed, still breathless.
Jason was rubbing his head and looking at me as if I was the one who had lost her mind. “You throw your laptop at my head and you are calling me crazy?”
My laptop.
“Oh no!”
I jumped down from the safety of the ottoman and ran for my laptop. “No, no, no, no.” I couldn’t lose all the stuff I had written.
Before I could get to it, Jason leaned down and lifted it up from the floor. I jerked it out of his hands as soon as I was next to him. While the screen was shattered in the top left corner, the document I was working on was still open. Thank god. I hadn’t lost everything I’d spent hours working on.
“Are we watching porn, little one?” Jason asked with a suggestive voice from behind me, and just like that, the little scare I had experienced seconds before turned into something else.
Something like terror.
I groaned and dove for the TV, which was displaying a gif of a very sexy dude hammering into a pretty brunette on the screen. However, it was a failed attempt because Jason was quicker than me.
“Not so fast my little Olive,” he murmured as he curled his hands on the edge of the couch and successfully caged me in. As if all of that wasn’t enough to cause major mortification, the second Jason pinned me between the couch and his gorgeous body, the couple in the speakers picked up speed in their lovemaking, making all kinds of skin-slapping noises, groaning, and cursing. It sounded like someone was going at it inches away from our faces.
Jason took my laptop from my hands and gently tossed it on the couch.
“Well, my beautiful wife, isn’t this something to come home to.”
“Oh my god,” I groaned and clutched at his shirt with both hands, then proceeded to push my forehead against his shoulder. I could’ve happily hidden there for years.
When Jason’s chest started to shake with quiet laughter under my head, I burrowed closer.