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Pulling up to the house that night, I sat in my truck and tried to calm my raging cock. Just being in the same vicinity as her made me hard as steel. I wanted her so bad, but as I stared in through the front window of my cabin, I told myself that it would be fucking stupid to dip my stick in her twice. Slamming the truck door, I stomped inside and kicked off my boots by the front door. It had been a long day at work and longer than usual because I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the woman currently standing in my kitchen, whipping something in a bowl. My eyes followed the motion of her breasts as they swayed back and forth. Fucking sexy. “Oh, hey,” she said as she finished whipping the cream shit in the bowl. “I thought I’d make some dessert tonight. It’s an English Trifle,” she said as she started layering shit in a bowl. “Fruit is dessert?” “It’s fruit, pudding, cake, and whipped cream.” It was still fucking fruit. Dessert was supposed to be chocolate. The bowl she was holding slipped from her fingers and fell the counter, splashing pudding all over her. Fuck, it was spread all over the swells of her breasts, begging for me to lick it from her skin. I couldn’t take it. This wasn’t fucking fair. How the hell was I supposed to be good when she was practically laying herself out for me? “Lady, you need to be more fucking careful.” “Relax, the bowl didn’t break.” “I’m not talking about the fucking bowl. I’m talking about the fact that you walk around here in your fucking teasing shirts and pants that are way too fucking tight. We had one time. One fucking time. And it’s not happening again. I’m not dealing with tampons and Lifetime. There won’t be any Friday nights and I really don’t want to see you start walking around in yoga pants. This is still a platonic relationship and that’s the way it’s gonna fucking stay,” I shouted. She looked at me warily and nodded. “Okay, I’m not really sure what most of that meant, but I completely agree. Platonic relationship. I thought we already discussed this?” “Just don’t get any ideas in your head. You’re still fucking moving out as soon as you get your insurance money.” “I know,” she said slowly. “Do you really think I want to stay around here with your grumpy ass? Jeez, I just tried to make you dessert and you completely flip out. Like I’m trying to seduce you or something. With fruit.” She fucking laughed at me, and I felt like an asshole. I had completely lost my shit because there was pudding on her breasts. If she didn’t think I was a lunatic before, she did now. I stormed out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom to give myself a good yank.
CHAPTER NINE
Lindsey
“DO YOU WANT to tell me why you keep moving my shit around?” John asked as he walked out of the bathroom a few days later. “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that you keep moving my hand soap to the right side of the counter and my toothbrush holder to the left side. It’s my fucking bathroom and you’re screwing up my rhythm.” “The rhythm of washing your hands?” I questioned. “Yes. I always pump with my left hand. Now I have to use my right. I keep pumping your fucking lotion into my hand. Stop moving my shit.” “Don’t you want to know why I moved it?” “To be a pain in the ass. There’s no other good reason.” “Do you know how far toilet water flies?” I asked. “What?” “If you don’t close the lid after you go to the bathroom, which you never do, toilet water can fly close to twenty feet. Do you really want your toothbrush that close to the toilet?” “You’re lying. There’s no way the water flies that far.” “Ever flush and feel tiny droplets of water?” He looked at me warily and then shook his head. “Are you some kind of germaphobe or something?” “Pretty much. When you work in hotel management and you learn about all the disgusting things that happen in a house, it makes you a little wary of pretty much everything.” “I keep my bathroom clean.” “You think you do, but when was the last time that you cleaned your shower curtain? Have you ever washed it?” “I just change it when it gets gross.” “Yeah, do you know how much mold is living on that? And when was the last time you changed your toothbrush?” He shrugged. “When the bristles start getting bad.” “Did you know that the average toothbrush contains more than ten million bacteria, including Staph and E. Coli? Every time you flush your toilet, tiny particles of fecal matter are flung within six feet. Where you store your toothbrush, you’re basically brushing your teeth with poop.” “That’s…” “And your washcloth. I’ve noticed you use that several times before washing it, same as your towel.” “Yeah, doesn’t everybody?” “It’s not just germs that live on your washcloth. Mold and yeast also grow on there. If you have scratches on your body, you’re basically putting bacteria into your cuts.” “You know, you really need to find a new hobby,” he said as he stormed out of the bathroom. I smirked at the fact that I was able to rile him up. He usually had the upper hand and I was the one left looking like an idiot.
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Maggie stopped by the next day while John was out. She was desperate to get away from Sebastian. I was just happy for the company. “So, how are you?” I asked her as we sat down with coffee. “Ugh, I’m fine. Seriously, I’m ready to get back to work, but Sebastian doesn’t want me doing too much too fast. He’s driving me nuts.” “I think it’s sweet.” “You wouldn’t if it was John treating you that way.” I snorted in derision. “Like John would ever even look at me the way Sebastian looks at you. The man hates me for some unknown reason.” “Why do you say that?” “He’s just so rude to me all the time. He acts like I barged into his life and forced him to give me a place to stay.” “Well, you could always move out.” “With what money?” “You could come stay with me. It would take some of the pressure off me with Sebastian.” “It’s a nice thought, but then who would be here to irritate John?” “Wait, I thought you didn’t like being here?” Maggie narrowed her eyes and I knew that I had fucked up. “You like him.” “No, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. You like him and you want to stay here with him because you’re hoping you can change his mind.” I threw my head back in laughter. “That’s hilarious. Really. I mean, he is gorgeous and I do like to look at his body, but no, I don’t think he would ever change his mind about me.” “There’s something…what’s really going on? You can tell me. I swear, I’m a vault.” “No, there’s not.” Maggie glared at me and held up her hand. “Do you see what I’m dealing with day in and day out? I need something in my life that gives me something to hold onto. Something to make me feel alive again. I need…gossip. I swear, it won’t go further than me.” I nibbled on my lip as I considered my options. I really did want to talk to someone about what was going on, but Maggie was friends with all these guys. How did I know that I could really trust her? “If I tell you, this goes no farther than here.” “Scouts honor.” “I really doubt you were ever a scout.” “I bought their cookies. I was an honorary scout.” “Fine. John and I…accidentally slept together.” “How do you ‘accidentally’ sleep with someone? Were you drunk?” “No. We were in bed and we found ourselves in a position where we were sleeping close to each other in such a way that his penis was lined up with my vagina. It slid in and…” “And what?” “Well, it kept sliding in. And out. And then back in.” “That doesn’t sound very accidental.” “Well, it started that way,” I said with a huff. “So? How was he?” I bit my lip as I remembered what he did to my body. “Damn, that good?” “Good would not describe it. He knew exactly where to touch me and how to push me over the edge. It was electric.” “And, was he, you know….proportional?” “Not at all,” I said with a smirk. She laughed, but I just shook my head. “I would say he was larger than the average bear.” She fanned herself as she brought her mug to her lips. “I miss that.” “You and Sebastian seem so good together. It can’t be stale between the two of you.” “It’s not. Well, it wasn’t, but ever since this,” she gestured to her hand. “He takes it really easy on me, not wanting to be rough. He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me. You know what I really want?” “What?” “I want to be fucked hard from behind. I want him to bed me over the couch and take me hard and fast.” “Does he m
ake it good for you?” Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head slightly. “It’s not that it’s not good. He’s very good. He knows what he’s doing and everything, but it’s too…sweet.” “And that’s a bad thing?” “It goes on forever. It’s like, every time we have sex, he treats it like it’s our last time. Sometimes, I’m thinking, can you just fuck me hard so I can go to sleep?” My mouth dropped open in surprise. I had no idea that women actually thought that way. Usually, they wanted the man to be more attentive. “Don’t get me wrong, there’s a time and a place for long, drawn out sex, but it doesn’t need to be every time we do it. The other night, it lasted for almost two hours.” “You’re kidding.” “No. After the first half hour, I had come three times and I was ready to go to sleep, but he wanted it to last and be ‘beautiful’. That’s his new thing lately. And I get that he thought he was going to lose me, but he lost something and I need him to find it before my vagina gets rubbed raw from his dick.” “Why didn’t you tell him that you were done?” “Have you ever told a man that you didn’t want to have sex? Sebastian thinks he’s some sex God that can make me come for hours. And sometimes he does, but we’ve been having so much sex that I just can’t take one more night of fucking. I was actually thinking of claiming I had a headache tonight just to get out of it.” “That sounds like a solid plan.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought too, but I mentioned on the way out the door that I had a slight headache and he told me maybe he should take me to the hospital to be checked out. Just to make sure I was okay. If I go home and tell him now that I have a headache, he’ll drive me to the emergency room.” “So, you need an excuse to not have sex tonight that won’t make him go crazy,” I said as I tried to think up an excuse. “Use your period.” “Can’t. I did that last week.” “A yeast infection?” “Hospital,” she said pointedly. “What about just being asleep before he comes to bed?” “I’ve tried that too. He likes to make a game about how he wakes me up.” “Ooh, I’ve got it! When he comes in the room, shove him down on the bed and tell him that tonight is all about him. That he’s been giving you so many orgasms that you just want to please him. Give him a blowjob and be done with it.” “I’m not sure that will deter Sebastian, but I’ll give it a try.” “Worst comes to worst, tell him that he’s breaking your vagina and you’ll seriously end up in the hospital if he doesn’t give you a break.” Maggie left a little while later, which gave me time to think about my predicament with John and how Sebastian couldn’t get enough of Maggie. If I wanted to drive John crazy, I needed to make him want me as much as he made me want him. Talking with Maggie earlier gave me an idea. A somewhat evil idea, but it would be good if I could pull it off. John had succeeded in making me feel like he always had the advantage over me, but I planned to make him squirm. When I heard his truck pull in that night, I went into the bedroom, leaving the door open and stripped naked. Slipping under the covers, I waited for the sound of his footsteps on the porch and then slid my hand down to my pussy and started playing with myself. I was moaning loudly when the door opened and I made sure to call out his name a few times, just to rile him up. It wasn’t long before I heard his boots pounding back out the door and his truck roaring out of the driveway. I smiled to myself and decided, what the hell, I was already wet. I finished myself off to images of John’s naked body and took a shower.
CHAPTER TEN
Ice
“HOW ARE THINGS with the new roomie?” Sinner asked as we worked on rebuilding his house. Sebastian had hired his friends to work on our houses, but they were slammed at the moment. Sinner’s house had been burned to the ground and they were staying with Cara’s brother until his was rebuilt. I knew that he was hating staying with someone else and needed his own space. Any man would. So, Ryan sent his buddy, Drew to run things and all of us were acting as construction workers. It was a nice change of pace. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumbled. “That good, huh?” he grinned. “That bad. She’s a pain in the ass.” I left out the part where I fucked her silly a few days ago. Nobody needed to know that I had given in and fucked a woman that I couldn’t stand. “It’s the ones that drive you crazy that you have to watch out for.” “Did Cara drive you crazy?” I asked him. “Cara drove me wild.” “What’s the difference?” “The difference is, I did shit with her that I didn’t do with anyone else. She’s a mixture of a woman scared out of her mind and a defiant, sexy vixen,” he said as he shook his head. “Best sex of my life.” I thought back to fucking Lindsey and what it was like to be inside her, fucking her, possessing her. She was by far the best sex of my life. “Ahh, I know that look. You are fucking her.” “Not fucking her. She drives me crazy, but not in a good way. You know, the first night we slept in the same bed, she told me every disgusting thing about what’s crawling around in bed with you? You try sleeping after hearing that there are 1.5 million dust mites in your bed.” “Seriously? Why does she know that?” “Because she’s in the hotel business. She has to know that shit, but that doesn’t mean I have to. I couldn’t sleep the whole fucking night. I thought I had bugs crawling on me.” “You don’t think… I mean, do you think the mites are crawling all over your junk and in your ears and shit?” “I didn’t think that, but now I do, asshole,” I snarled at him. “I still say, you should just fuck her. Get it over with. Once you get her out of your system, it’s all downhill from there.” “I don’t want it to be downhill. I’ve seen what the rest of you consider to be getting a woman out of your system. It doesn’t seem to actually work.” He waved me off and smiled. “That’s only for those of us who actually can feel it in our bones that the woman we’re with is meant to be our downfall. If you really hate this woman, fucking her is just going to let off some steam.” “So, you think I should just fuck her and get it over with?” “Why not?” I could think of a million reasons why not. The most important being, that I already had a taste of her and I was nowhere near getting her out of my system. In fact, if I kept screwing her, I might end up down the rabbit hole with the rest of these fuckers. Which was something I definitely didn’t need.
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