I cry out some unintelligible form of his name, and my back arches completely so that my spine forms a C shape. My body explodes in shivers, and I can hear my gasps, throaty moans, high-pitched whimpers, and trembling, expletive-filled breaths filling the car.
My frantic motions only stop when it feels like every ounce of energy has just burnt off of me like a solar flare.
James wraps his arms around me, and my head drops forward until my forehead rests in the bend of his neck. I manage the strength to raise my arms and rest them on his shoulders, appreciatively embracing him and reveling in the feel of his chest pressed firmly into mine, even though most of our clothes are still on and we don’t have that skin-on-skin contact. Both of us are still heaving, and the sound of our breathless panting lingers in the car like the echo of our passion.
“That…was exactly…what I needed,” he says, sounding winded.
“Me too.” My voice is husky, sultry, and I’m quite out of breath.
He sighs as I sit up, and he brushes my hair over my ear and looks into my eyes for a few moments. His hand slips to the back of my neck, and he urges me closer, placing a very soft, loving kiss on my lips.
“My beautiful wife,” he whispers.
“My sex-crazed husband,” I say in return. “I love you so much.”
“Forever and ever, Lo.”
“Forever and ever, James.” I nod in agreement.
Another light kiss, then I lift myself off of him and straighten myself out. He watches me reach for my purse and clean off with a tissue before I slip my panties back on as his eyes lazily drift over my body in a relaxed, content gaze. He pulls his pants up and moves back to the front seat as I get back into the passenger side.
I look at myself in the side mirror and snicker at my reflection. My cheeks are flushed to a rosy hue. My lips look full and puffy from our frenetic kissing. My dress is a bit disheveled, and I have to adjust the straps of my bra so that I don’t look like a girl who just got laid in the back of a car. I’m a good girl, after all. Good girls don’t get fucked in the back of their brother-in-law’s car because their husband just so happens to be an insatiable sex god. I need to start acting like a lady and not give in to every lusty impulse I have. If I did, we’d never leave the bedroom!
James gives me a naughty little grin and then puts the car in reverse.
Trouble. Nothing but trouble, that man. Delicious, delightful trouble.
Chapter 5
James
KEEGAN TEXTS TO TELL US to meet him at the Mediterranean restaurant downtown for dinner, so we make our way there. He’s already there when we arrive, and he hugs both of us as we join him at his table near the bar. He’s come out to visit me a few times, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen him. He looks about the same, still a little stocky with that standard “white dude in his twenties” face, and he’s still rocking the polo shirts.
His smile gets wider when he looks at Lola, who’s now wearing a coral-colored, V-neck T-shirt and jeans—which she insisted on because she claimed her knees were still red from scraping across the backseat when we were fucking.
I can tell Keegan’s thinking about how hot she is, since he’s had a total boner for her since childhood, but I’m surprisingly chill about it. I’ve always been kind of smug about how tight I am with Lola, almost like I was trying to prove a point to Keegan and my buddy Joey Corsentino that I was closer to her than any guy would ever be. Yes, sometimes I did flaunt it. I remember at one of Keegan’s pool parties when I was giving them both cocky looks as I rubbed sunscreen all over her back. I might have been showing off that I could touch her and they couldn’t—maybe sticking it to them just a little bit. Now, the line’s been drawn, and that ring on her finger tells Keegan and the whole world that she’s mine all mine.
“It’s so great to see you guys,” he says.
“You too, man,” I reply.
“It’s been so long, Keegan,” Lola adds with a cheery smile.
“I know, right? I see you on Facebook all the time, but I think it’s been at least a couple years since I’ve seen you, you know, in the flesh,” he says, thinking he’s being clever while he sneaks a glance at her tits.
“Well, me and all my flesh are here now,” she replies with a little smirk, playing with the collar of her shirt, just to fuck with him.
I hold back a snicker as his eyes follow her fingers and he visibly strains to avoid blatantly staring at her cleavage. Oh, Lo, that’s just cruel! Don’t tease the poor guy like that!
The waiter comes over to take our drink orders. Keegan and Lola get sangria, and I just have water. Lola was right about keeping my head in the game, and I don’t want anything that’ll make me waver from that plan, since it’s taking every fuckin’ shred of concentration I have to not get distracted by her beauty or my dad’s assholeness or some other thing that’ll sidetrack me.
“Just water?” Lola asks me when the waiter leaves. “You don’t want a drink drink?”
“Nah, I’m good, babe,” I reply, putting my arm around her and kissing the side of her head.
She turns to me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. That’s right, everybody. I’m with her. Jealous?
Keegan leans back in his chair and looks at both of us for a few seconds before he opens his mouth. “This is really surreal.”
“What?” Lola asks with a cute smile.
“You guys. Fuckin’ Bizarro World, man.”
“How are we bizarre?” she says through a giggle.
“It’s just so weird to see you guys like this, married and stuff. I’m used to you being this sweet, innocent little princess and him being a horny player who used to try to convince everyone that he wasn’t completely in love with you.”
I laugh loudly at that claim. It’s actually pretty accurate.
“It’s was so obvious, though,” he says, giving me a humorously critical look. “You talked about her constantly, you used to fuckin’ stare at her all the time, and you’d say how you thought she was beautiful, but you never wanted to just come out with it and say you wanted her. Everybody knew, but you thought you were slick.”
Now Lola bursts into laughter, and she pokes my ribs while she nods in agreement with Keegan. I’m sitting here trying not to turn pink while both of them gang up on me for my lasting obsession with my girl.
“You want to talk about how I wanted her?” I say with a playful challenge. “Maybe we should talk about you, Keegan, about the time you asked me to steal a pair of her panties for you. Maybe we should talk about that, huh?”
“Keegan!” Lola gasps in horror.
“He’s totally exaggerating,” he replies with a little more shyness. “I just meant that technically he could steal a pair of your panties, if he knew someone who wanted them. I didn’t specifically ask him to do it for me.”
“So you were a hypothetical perv?” she teases.
“It wasn’t pervy,” he says, starting to turn red. “It was just an idea I was throwing out there.”
“Kind of like when you had the idea to ‘accidentally’ cop a feel that time when everybody was crammed in my car?” I continue to give him shit.
“I remember that!” she exclaims with a laugh. “I kept wondering why you were trying to hook your arm around me like that.”
“That was…I was…it wasn’t like that,” he says, totally embarrassed now.
“Now I’m the only one who gets to cop a feel,” I joke, throwing my arm around her shoulders and giving her breast a quick squeeze.
“James!” Lola playfully punches me in the chest.
Keegan claps his hands as he laughs hard.
“If you’re both finished discussing my tits, maybe we can figure out what we want to order.” She’s hardcore blushing, and it’s so cute. I just want to kiss her rosy cheeks.
“All right, cupcake,” I reply to her. “We’ll shelf the tit talk for a while.”
Keegan’s snickering as he observes our interaction.
“Hon
estly, how old are you both?” Lola scoffs, trying to pretend that she’s not amused when I can tell she totally is. “Did you guys just graduate from middle school? Christ, they’re just boobs.”
“Would you rather we talked about your ass instead?” Keegan jokes. “Because I have a lot of thoughts on that topic, too.”
She’s trying really hard not to smile as she pretends to scowl at both of us.
“So, Tits McGee, you want to do tapas or do you want to get an entrée?” I mercilessly tease her.
“So I guess I’m having dinner with Beavis and Butt-Head,” she sighs, shaking her head.
Keegan and I both try not to laugh too hard, but we can’t help it, and eventually she joins us. This reminds me of the good old days, and it’s a great feeling.
We opt for tapas, and we’re all laughing and talking shit as we wait for our food.
There’s a lot of flirtatious giggling coming from the bar a few feet away. All three of us turn our heads to scope the scene. There’s a sexy older lady with a Kim Cattrall thing going on leaning over the bar and chatting up the bartender, who’s probably in his mid-twenties. Oh, shit! It’s Mrs. Landry.
Lola’s head snaps to me, eyes wide and jaw clenched. She’s none too pleased about this, and it’s very obvious.
“Damn, dude, is that Mrs. Landry?” Keegan quietly asks.
“Yep.” I nod and try to keep my face void of any emotion.
“She’s still lookin’ fine,” he replies. “The Pilates is paying off. For a chick in her fifties, her shit’s still tight.”
I see Lola’s throat move in a dramatic gulp that’s nearly audible.
Well, this is awkward. Lola’s the only person who knows about my past with Karen Landry. Keegan knows she used to flirt with me, but Lola knows the full story, that I was basically her dick-on-demand for an entire summer when I was sixteen.
It started one afternoon when I was at her house doing landscaping with my dad and Jonathan. She asked me to come inside to help her change the light bulb in the stairwell because she couldn’t reach it. I was up on the stepladder screwing in the new bulb when she suddenly unzipped my jeans and started sucking my dick. I was a teenager, and perpetually horny, so I was totally psyched about it. I distinctly remember moaning, “Oh, Mrs. Landry,” to which she replied, “Karen, James. Call me Karen when I’m sucking your cock.” Fuckin’ crazy, man. We ended up fucking right there on the stairs. That was just the first of many Karen Landry incidents that peppered that summer, all of which totally grossed out Lola. I can’t even tell you how many times I heard, “James, that’s so wrong! You shouldn’t be fucking a woman in her forties. She’s a perv, and she’s taking advantage of you.” Looking back, it was kind of true, but skipping work to have some horny older chick blowing me certainly didn’t seem too wrong at the time.
“Oh, my God,” Lola murmurs and turns her head away from Karen.
“What’s your deal?” Keegan teases as he watches Lola curl up and put her hand to the side of her face like she’s trying to hide.
“That woman,” she replies, straining to hold back everything she wants to say. “She’s just not someone I wanted to bump into.”
“Shit, I’d bump into her,” he answers with a laugh. “She was a hot MILF then, and she’s a hot MILF now.”
I laugh nervously and keep my fingers crossed that Karen won’t see us.
“Look at her flirting with the bartender,” Lola says in a disapproving whisper. “That kid is probably half her age—and she’s married, for fuck’s sake!”
“Not anymore,” Keegan responds. “They got divorced a few years ago, so she’s free to flirt with as many bartenders as she wants.”
Lola scoffs and shakes her head.
“She had some grad student named Julio that she was banging for a while, but I guess she’s on the prowl again,” Keegan informs us.
“She likes them young,” Lola says with a condemnatory eye roll.
“She’s like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused. She gets older, but they stay the same age,” Keegan jokes.
“Disgusting,” Lola replies under her breath.
Of course, at that very moment, Karen turns her head and spots us. Oh, boy. This could get weird.
“James Laird?” she says with wide eyes as she hops off the barstool and comes over to our table. “Oh, my God, it’s been ages!”
I stand and give her a quick hug, since I don’t want to be rude, but I make sure I’m not sending out any kind of flirty vibe.
Keegan gives Mrs. Landry a big smile, but Lola’s looking down at her drink and won’t make eye contact. We’re headed into awkward territory.
“How have you been, darling?” Karen says, smiling at me. “Are you still making movies?”
That generates a quiet, frustrated sigh from Lola. Clearly, Karen knows about my career, and I’m guessing she’s got a collection of my work at home. Hell, she might even own one of my custom-molded toys.
“Nah.” I shake my head and force a smile back. “I’m not really doing on-camera stuff anymore. Maybe I’ll try my hand at producing or directing someday, but for now I’m out of the game.”
Now I get a glare from Lola, and I’m totally unsure about how to handle this situation. This isn’t like with Becky. Lola despises Karen, and she’s certain that I was a victim of abuse, so I’m just hoping this doesn’t turn ugly.
“Aw, too bad,” Karen says with a pretend pout.
“I retired when I got married,” I volunteer, hoping this will mellow Lola out a little bit.
“Married?” Karen looks pretty fuckin’ shocked at that bit of information.
“Yeah, you remember Lola?” I reply, nodding to my pissed-off wife. “She went to school with me and Brooke.”
Lola’s smile is so forced that it almost makes me laugh. I’m hoping it’s not as noticeable to everyone else.
“Yes! Lola, sweetheart, how are you?” Karen says, sizing her up.
“I’m great,” she replies, a little cockiness in her voice. “James and I are just so happy together.”
“Well, that’s wonderful,” Karen says. I think she’s starting to realize that Lola doesn’t care for her, but I’m not sure if she’s figured out why.
“How is Brooke doing?” Lola asks. “I’m friends with her on Facebook, but I haven’t seen her in years. What’s she up to these days?”
“She’s fine,” Karen answers dismissively. “She’s engaged and living up in Portland.”
Lola smiles back, but I can almost see the venom behind her eyes.
“Do you still have the lingerie shop?” Keegan chimes in, giving Karen a flirty smile—which only makes Lola cringe.
Karen was loaded, and her little pet project was a very chichi lingerie boutique downtown. It was one of those places where only the really rich ladies shopped. I think it was mostly just for her to claim she did something for a living.
“Yes, still there,” Karen replies with a nod. “I’m hardly ever in there anymore. We’ve got a lovely girl who manages it, and it gives me lots of free time to do whatever I want, now that I don’t have to worry about Phil.”
Not like she ever worried about her husband anyway. He was always away on business, which is why she was always eager for some young dick.
“That’s gotta be nice,” Keegan says, looking her up and down.
“It certainly is,” she replies, giving him a seductive grin.
“I need to use the restroom,” Lola sighs, standing up and turning to the hallway without even looking back at the table.
“So, darling,” Karen says to me as she takes a seat next to Keegan, “how long are you in town for?”
“Just a few days. We’re out here making wedding arrangements.”
“But I thought you said you were already married.”
“I am. We got married in Vegas, but now we’re doing a family thing. Something more formal, you know?”
“That’s lovely,” she says, but I can tell she doesn’t mean it. �
��So you two are still newlyweds?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “Just a few weeks, actually.”
“My goodness. That is new. How long have the two of you been together?”
“Well, I mean, we’ve known each other forever, but we were only dating a few months before we got married. It was perfect, though. I wanted to marry her since our first kiss, and we were in Vegas anyway, so the timing was right.”
Karen’s smile is faker than her Lisa Rinna lips.
There’s a slightly awkward silence, and I can see Keegan thinking about what he can say to flirt with Karen. Frankly, I think he’s too old for her now. Twenty is probably her cutoff when it comes to boy toys.
Lola returns from the restroom, and she doesn’t look happy to see Karen still at the table.
“So congratulations are in order,” Karen says to Lola, standing up again. “Only a few weeks, hmm? Enjoy that newlywed bliss.”
“Oh, we have been,” Lola replies with a smug smile that I find irresistibly sexy. She’s getting territorial, and that’s getting me hot.
“We’ve definitely been enjoying ourselves these past few weeks,” I comment, taking Lola’s hand and giving her knuckles a little kiss. “This girl right here makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”
Lola gives me this look that’s both thankful and naughty before she leans in and kisses me. Her fingers brush the back of my neck, and I can tell she’s putting a little more sexiness into it. I know it’s fucked up, but I dig when she’s jealous and territorial. She knows I’m a hundred percent hers, but it’s kind of hot when she flaunts it like this. When we part the kiss, she puts her hand on my thigh and gives me this look like she’s ready to fuck me right there on the table just to prove her point.
I give her a wink and whisper that I love her, which makes her smile spread even wider.
“Aw! Look at the both of you,” Karen says in a tone that’s a little too cheerful to be real. “Quite the happy couple.”
“Yep.” I kiss the side of Lola’s head before turning to Karen and smiling.
She gets the point, that whatever we had was a long time ago and there’s no chance of rekindling that flame. Besides, I’m at least six years outside of her age bracket, so I’m surprised she’d even want me again. What can I say? I guess I must have been pretty memorable.
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