Page 2 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
And by ‘you,’ I mean me unless you’d do the same, in which case, rock on, my friend!
Which is how I ended up here.
And why I need to wake the fuck up and leave pronto.
wyatt—four years ago
“This is goingto require more beer,” I mutter. “Why’d we agree to do this again?” I’m already annoyed by the non-stop racket that twenty or so eighteen-year-olds can make at a pool party. Which makes me feel old, even though only eight years are between us.
“You did cause you’re my best friend,” my buddy Blake says from the lounge chair beside mine. “And I did it because I promised my parents I’d stick around. They promised Brie a parent-free party, but this way, there are still responsible adults around.”
“Where?” I joke.
“I’m responsible,” he protests.
“Dude, you just got your own place a few months ago,” I argue.
“Which was me being responsible with my money and not wasting it before I found the right apartment.”
His rationale makes me chuckle.
“Plus,” he continues. “We’d both do anything for Bristol. Even this.” He gestures toward the yard with his arm like it’s on display for a fucking game show.
He’s right about that; we would both do just about anything for his little sister, Bristol.
“I’m getting another beer then.” I sit up in my lounge chair.
“I’ll get you a beer,” our friend Amy says, jumping up and sashaying to the cooler across the patio.
I saysashaybecause that’s what she does. And why three pairs of hungry teenage gazes follow her ass from the pool as she goes. The boys at the party are infatuated with her.
“Me too, Ames,” Blake yells after Amy.
She waves a hand in the air in response, tossing, “Don’t call me Ames,” over her shoulder. Blake smiles smugly and lowers his sunglasses to clock her ass as she goes. Her bikini doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Blake catches me watching him and waggles his eyebrows. I grin in return.
I don’t care if he looks—Amy’s fair game. I have no claim on her. We hooked up once, way back when, but that’s as far as I go. I don’t do girlfriends. Even if I did, I’m too busy trying to get my security business off the ground. I’m finally starting to see some results, but I’m also exhausted as fuck. Which is another reason why I agreed to chill time by the pool. Party or no party.
Which reminds me. “Hey, where is the birthday girl?”
Amy returns with our beers before Blake has a chance to answer. She tosses one to Blake, narrowly missing his junk, before turning to me.
“Where would you like it, Wyatt?” She leans over, giving me full access to her ample cleavage in the bikini top.
“The table is fine.” I avert my eyes.
She stretches across me to set it on the far table with slow and deliberate movements, making sure to rub her tits against my chest.
“Goddamn,” Blake coughs at the eyeful of ass he gets in return, making me laugh despite myself.
“Fuck’s sake, Ames.” I push her off me and move my beer to the table closer to her. “Knock it off.”
Amy is an attractive girl who knows and uses it to her advantage as often as possible. I’ve been there already, and I’m not going back. I could if I wanted to. Amy gives me enough not-so-subtle hints to know she’d be back in my bed at the snap of my fingers. For the sake of our friendship, I pretend not to pick up on the hints. I like Amy as my friend, nothing more.
Before you think I’m a total prick, I don’t nail and bail either. I might repeat it if we have a good time, but I’m clear upfront about my lifestyle. I’m married to my work. She’s my wife, mistress, and girlfriend rolled into one. Some girls hear what they want to instead of what you say. Amy is one of those girls, which is why she keeps trying. The girl is persistent if nothing else.
Blake watches as Amy struts back to her lounge chair and settles in. He winks at her when she catches him looking, and she blows him a kiss in return. Their antics would make me laugh if she didn’t also look at me to make sure I’m watching and gauge my reaction.
I’m watching. I just don’t care.
