Page 15 of What About Us
“Naturally.” Her eyes sparkle with laughter in the dark.
We never talked about our personal sexual relationships when we were both married. It was a hard line; an unspoken boundary neither of us ever crossed. But we’re both single now, and this is uncharted territory we’re entertaining. It’s no secret we both have healthy sexual appetites, and it seems like no topic is off limits. Well, almost.
“See? You can share with me,” she says, hitting me with that heart-stopping smile of hers. Even in the near dark, with only the moonlight, it stabs me in the chest. “Wren and I share all the time. Hell, just last week, she told me about this thing that Hank does on her with his tongue—”
“Ohhh, fuck no.” I squeeze my eyes shut and dramatically cover my ears. “I don’t want to know about the vanilla shit my brother and Wren do.”
She yanks my hand away from my ear. “Hank is far from vanilla.” She laughs, then blows out her breath like, ‘phew.’ “Wren told me about this one time in a field, where—”
“No. Just stop,” I choke out. I would never recover from what she was about to say.
“You’re such a baby. It’s what friends do. They share. And you havetwochicks you hook up with. So, I know you have stories.” She pins me with a look before standing to gather the lighter and tin off the table.
“One chick.” I stand and pick up my beer bottle.
She looks up at me, eyes narrowed. “Iswearthere are two.” She holds up a hand, ticking them off on her fingers. “There’s sex-all-weekend Brittany and Holly what’s-her-name. The chick with the blond hair and big tits.” She waves her hand as she skirts around me to beat me to the door. “Give me details, so I can live vicariously through your sexual experiences.”
Her tone tells me she’s kidding, but for some fucked-up reason I don’t understand, talking sex with Finn feels natural.
“Holly was a one-time thing,” I tell her. She was a backup dancer for some singer I’d never heard of, and I only saw her once when she came into the bar. We fucked on every available surface in my condo, while Paige was at a sleepover. She was in town less than twelve hours. That only counts as one time in my book. And that was three months ago.
“Ohhh, right.” She snaps her fingers and nods with a little laugh. “She was the one with the mouth that could suck an egg through a straw.”
I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, that shit was intense.”
“See? Sharing is caring,” she says with a snort. “Just Brittany, then,” she says.
I follow her through the kitchen, where she tosses her empty beer bottle in the trash and shoves the pizza back into the fridge. She crosses her arms over her chest again and leans back on the counter. The movement pushesher tits together, and I can’t help but look. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to notice.
I am seriously going to hell.
I duck my head and scratch the back of my neck. “Having my six-year-old down the hall when bringing chicks home kind of puts the kibosh on my game, believe it or not. Besides, Brittany is just a friend,” I say, leaning back on the island and crossing my arms over my chest.
“A friend with benefits.”
I shrug and reach for my beer, tipping it up to drink. “Doesn’t matter. I’m here, and she’s not.”
“Better find you a new Brittany Friends with Benefits, then.” She winks and then yawns.
“You offering, Jameson?” I tease with a wide grin.
What am I, fifteen? Wherethe fuckdid that come from?
“First of all, you wish.” She tosses me a saucy, little grin and busies herself wiping the counter down. “And second, you couldn’t handle all this jelly.” She tries and fails to twerk. She looks like a gazelle having a seizure. A gorgeous, perfect, tiny, seizure-having gazelle.
I force a laugh, hoping she can’t tell what her words do to my gut. I clear my throat and pour out the rest of my beer. Suddenly, I don’t think I can stomach one more sip.
“Well, Mr. Friends with Benefits, I’m gonna head to bed. You staying up a while?” She tosses the rag she was using into the sink.
I shake my head and chuck my bottle in the trash. “Between this beer and that weed, I’ll be out before I can make it up the stairs. I just need to grab something from the truck.”
“Glad you’re back, bestie.” She wraps an arm around my neck, giving me a squeeze.
I wrap an arm around her waist, and she presses a chaste kiss to my cheek as she passes, my nose filling with her scent. My dick immediately takesnotice, and my body flushes with warmth. She’s kissed and hugged me just like this dozens of times over the years, but it’s never felt like this.
All this sex talk is going straight to my head, and it’s becoming very evident now that I’m living in her house and we’re both single. Keeping my dick in check is going to be a really big fucking problem. Especially when she has no idea that I want more than these innocent, little touches, and everything she does seems to turn me the fuck on. Nothing about how she makes me feel is innocent. Far fucking from it.
“Sleep good,” she says.
