by Brianna Cash
My morals and good conscience say I can’t not tell her. Telling her as I run out the door, is, technically, telling her.
Foolproof, right?
Callie answers the door, surprised but happy to see me. After inviting me in, she yells up the stairs for Genny. Something is in the crockpot on the counter that smells amazing. Maybe, in a few weeks, when Genny forgets the fact that I can’t seem to view her pictures or videos in private no matter how hard I try, and if I’m not dead or dying because of an infection from however she doles out her lasting damage, maybe Genny will invite me over for one of these meals she cooks for her sister.
Smiling at me from the staircase, Genny beckons me to her. Callie watches me move toward her sister, and I can’t help but think she’s rooting for me. I give Genny my undivided attention, watching her disappear up the stairs, obviously wanting me to follow her.
I like this game. I can play this game all day…
Well, at least until I have to leave.
She’s swinging open a door when I hit the top of the stairs and I quickly follow her in, not at all surprised when she throws herself into my arms in what I think is a bedroom. Her mouth is on mine before I can even close my eyes. Forgetting all about what I need to tell her, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her with everything I’ve been holding in since I watched her video all the way through for the first time last night.
And again this morning.
And again, before I came over.
That video should be deleted. I’m a little obsessed with watching it.
Or maybe I’m going to save it in an email, so I’ll always have a copy as long as I’ve got internet connection.
Genny steps backward, pulling me with her as she sucks on my bottom lip, lowering herself onto a bed and forcing me down on top of her. As much fun as I know this will be, I certainly don’t have time for anything more than kissing. “G, we can’t-”
“Shut up and kiss me, Walker.”
Dipping my tongue back into her mouth, I feel her legs lock around my waist. The seam of her yoga pants is hot and insistent, rubbing against my zipper, where my cock is straining to get as close to her as it can through all our clothes. I push my arms under and around her, moving us farther back on this mattress before rolling us over. If she’s going to make it this hard for me to walk away, I may as well have the best seat in the house for the show. On my back, with her on top of me.
Once she’s in control, she slows down. Her kisses aren’t quite so frantic or needy. They turn sweet, slow, and deep. Her breaths come fast and shallow. Her eyes flutter as she rubs the apex of her thighs against my erection, and she tips her head back, savoring the feeling.
As I bite back a groan, I try not to compare what I’m hearing and seeing to what was in that video.
“Walker,” she pants, her eyes snapping open to find mine. “I need… Will you…”
Not knowing exactly what she wants, I pull her closer, pressing her mouth to mine again. Her hands move into my hair as she moves her tongue past my lips. When I slide my hands to her hips, she grabs them, shoving them between us to cup her breasts under her shirt.
“Jesus, Genny,” I growl. I wasn’t expecting to move this fast with her.
Once my hands are on her, they have a mind of their own, and they aren’t moving away from exactly where she put them until they get their fill. Cupping and squeezing, I explore her soft flesh over the lace that’s keeping me from feeling her bare skin and pebbled nipples. My palms rub over the tight little buds, and I can’t help but smile as she gasps and arches her back, pushing her tits more firmly into my hands.
She suddenly pushes her hips down, grinding on my dick, and I hear a familiar moan coming from the back of her throat. Her pelvis moves, rubbing fast against the bulge in my shorts, and out of nowhere, I get to see in person Genny having an orgasm.
Holy shit, I was not expecting this.
Holy shit, she’s coming on me and we’re both fully clothed!
Holy shit, is she gonna be pissed when she finds out what I accidentally did last night…
When the last of her moans are over, my hands lower her and her tits down to my chest. I kiss the top of her head as she catches her breath, my mind reeling. Where the hell do we go from here? I wasn’t planning on getting this physical with her yet. On second thought, all I really did was kiss her and lay here. And cop a very nice feel of her tits through her bra.
No, scratch that. All I did was enjoy the show.
Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna go with.
“Mmm…” Genny murmurs against my neck.
“You weren’t kidding about getting off from just kissing me, were you?”
She stretches out against me, her legs tangling with mine. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
Chuckling in her ear, I let my hands travel her sides, overtop her clothes. It’s a peaceful aftermath, even if I’m hard enough to be incredibly uncomfortable. It’s nice just holding her. And letting her lay on top of me like it’s her job.
She’s really fucking good at it.
“I don’t wanna be an asshole,” I murmur against her hair. “But I need to go soon.”
“You can go if you have to. I’m good now.”
What?!
She’s good now?
Does she think she can just use me and send me on my way? I know it’s been a while since she’s dated or been in a relationship, but that’s pretty callous, and it pisses me off.
“I’m not one of your boytoys, G. I don’t want you to just use me to get yourself off.”
She rolls to face me, obviously feeling very at home draped over my body. “Does that mean I can get you off?” she asks with a wide grin.
“No! Look…” Shaking my head, I try to come up with a good way to tell her how I’m feeling. To let her know that what she just said was the exact thing you should never say to someone you’re dating. “I just don’t wanna feel like you’re using me, and when you say shit like that, that’s how I feel.”
Genny slides down my body to stand at the edge of the bed, watching as I stand up next to her. Her words are rushed and strained as she explains herself. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel that way. Honestly, I was joking when I said it, because what else do I say when you tell me you have to leave two minutes after you get me off without even touching me? The way you affect me is a little embarrassing, and I really don’t know what to think right now.”
“That’s a much better response. And whatever you’re thinking is ok. As long as it’s not ‘I got mine, so you can go.’”
“Ok, well, I’m thinking that was kind of crazy and amazing at the same time.” She shoots me a shy smile with a shrug of her shoulders. “What’re you thinking?”
“A couple things. That was possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever had happen while fully dressed, so don’t be embarrassed.” Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pull her back to me. “And I need you to kiss me again.”
“Gladly, Friend.”
“Don’t get as carried away this time.”
“I can’t promise that,” she whispers, her words hot as she breathes them over my lips. Brushing my mouth against hers, I focus on not letting her devour me like she did five minutes ago. It kind of works. I pull away at the first sound of that sweet whimper.
“I have something to tell you that’s gonna make you mad.”
Those green eyes meet mine expectantly and she pulls slightly farther away. “What?”
“You shouldn’t have sent me that video while I was watching my nephews.”
Her eyes round out as she thinks about the possibilities of what may have happened. I have a feeling whatever she’s thinking is nowhere near as bad as what actually happened.
“Did that poor, innocent four-year-old hear it?”
I hold her tight against me, cringing as I prepare to tell her the truth. “It’s a little worse than that. Did you know there’s a way to put a video from your phone on the TV? I knew it was possible, but
I don’t know how to do it.”
Her hand covers her mouth and she lets out a giggle. “You didn’t!”
“I did,” I tell her, nodding. I take her in just like this, memorizing her happy, lazy expression as she’s in my arms. Because I’m a little afraid of how she’s going to react to what I’m about to tell her.
“And Zeke saw it? Oh Lord! I’m a child corrupter!”
“I don’t think Zeke saw it…”
Her eyes narrow as she quickly puts it together. “Who saw it, Walker John Kelley?”
“You have to believe me, I didn’t know how to stop it! I still don’t know how it happened!”
“Walker, who saw me having an orgasm meant only for your eyes?”
Unable to look at her face, I look between us, hanging my head. “My sister and her husband.”
Gasping, she pushes out of my arms, staring at me with her arms crossed over her chest. After a minute of stunned silence, she huffs out her disbelief, tapping her foot as she tries to figure out what to say to me.
“I can’t believe you!” she finally yells, throwing her hands in the air and pacing the room. “I even gave you a warning! What more do you need?”
“Maybe some lessons on how to use my phone?” I shrug sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. She’s not immediately going for my manhood. I’m a little surprised, but so very glad. Maybe it’s a good thing she got off right before I told her. Gives her more incentive to keep me in working condition.
“Good Lord!” she cries, spinning to look at me. “Where’s your phone?”
Reaching into my pocket to protect it, I ask, “Why?”
“Because we’re deleting not only the video, but the picture, too. And you’re definitely not getting anything new to look at because you’ll probably accidently put it up on a power point during your next meeting at work somehow!”
“No.”
“No?! What do you mean, no? Give me your phone.”
I grab her outstretched hand and pull her to me, kissing her hard for as long as I dare, because even mad, she still kisses me back. Then I step out of her reach and move backwards toward the door. “I gotta go, G. I’ll call you to set up a date for next weekend.”
“I swear to God, Walker, if anyone else sees anything…” she yells as I head down her stairs.
“No one else is gonna see. But you’re not deleting them.”
That didn’t go as badly as I thought it would.
In fact, it went a whole hell of a lot better than I imagined.
Genny
I hand Michelle the coffee I picked up for her and toss my purse into the filing cabinet at the booth I’m stationed in today. Then I work my way down the aisle, stopping in to say hello to all my coworkers.
I’m working the late shift today. Which means, not only did I get to sleep in, but everyone is already here by the time I show up fifteen minutes early. Michelle’s in the booth next to mine, and she glares at me from around the partition separating us.
“What?” I ask, reaching for my hair. Is it sticking up? I didn’t spend a lot of time in front of the mirror this morning.
“You brought me coffee.”
Dropping an eyebrow, I reply, “Sorry, I thought you’d like it.”
I guess she’s in a bad mood?
“How was your weekend?” she barks as I log into the computer.
The corners of my mouth tip up and I realize my smile has been there all morning. Probably even since yesterday or Saturday night. It’s not new, it just keeps getting bigger, especially as I recall everything I did this weekend… And who I saw this weekend. “It was good,” I reply, sharing a secretive smile with my computer screen. “What about you? Did Sam take you out again?”
“He did. What’s with your chipper mood this morning? Did you see Chad this weekend?”
I shake my head when she looks at me questioningly, and I breathe a sigh of relief when we both get patients.
Mondays are usually busy, and if we get to talk, it’ll be a disjointed conversation. At least until the afternoon when it slows down. Forgetting all about her and my secret weekend adventures, I make small talk with my patients, finding out a little bit about each person’s life before sending them on their way.
After calling in my last patient before lunch, I look up to find Matt standing in my booth. Hmph. This could be interesting. “Hey,” I offer. “Are you here for labs?”
His eyes take me in as he stands in my booth, clearly surprised to see me here. “Yeah. I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Of course you didn’t. Exchanging the details of our personal lives wasn’t exactly our thing.”
His lips tip up into the smile that first attracted me to him years ago.
Handing me his paperwork, I find out his last name and pull up his chart number, verifying his insurance and date of birth, since I’m already very familiar with his address and phone number.
“Busy weekend?” he asks, referring to his unanswered text from Friday night. How exactly do I play this? Do I say it was and let it go? Do I do what Walker suggested and tell him I’m seeing someone? That’s probably the best thing to do. Talk about awkward, though.
“Yeah, ah… Sorry about Friday. I started seeing someone and… Well… I kinda want to see what happens, ya know?”
Wow, that was harder than I was expecting it to be.
Matt says nothing, slowly nodding. After scribbling out his signature where I tell him to, he meets my eyes. “I didn’t think you wanted anything more than what we were doing.”
“I didn’t. It just kind of… happened.”
“Huh.”
He stands and turns to go. I watch him leave.
I’m kind of sad. Matt was fun. Matt helped me get through a lot, even if he wasn’t aware of doing it. I’m not sad I’m giving him up to see what happens with Walker, but I’m kind of disappointed in how this ended.
Flipping off my light, I lock my computer and stand up to stretch. Michelle pops her head around the partition, causing me to scream in surprise and clutch at my chest. “What the heck are you scaring me for?!”
“What the heck did I just hear?! And that was Matt? Honey, he’s hot!”
“I know he’s hot, why do you think I slept with him for the better part of three years?”
“Because he’s efficient.”
Rolling my eyes, I clock out and make my way out of my booth. “I’m serious!” she insists, stopping me in my tracks. “Did I hear you say you’re seeing someone?”
Grinning widely with my secret, I walk off for lunch, leaving her to question her sanity at my unusual comment.
After thinking hard about it, I stop outside the department and lean against the wall. I don’t know if I’m making the right move or not, but I can’t leave things like this. Not after all this time. Matt sees me as soon as he steps out of the department. “Hey.”
“Hey, can I walk with you for a minute?” I ask. He shrugs with indifference and I fall into step beside him. “I don’t want things to be weird between us.”
“Then don’t let them be.”
“That’s hard when I feel like you’re disappointed in me.”
Turning to me with a sigh, he shakes his head. “Don’t do this, Genny. We don’t do feelings. We had a good time but it’s over now. No big deal.”
“That’s it?” I ask, feeling like it’s a much bigger deal than he’s making it out to be. Am I crazy, though? Sure, we had a standing invitation going for a long time, but maybe I really was nothing to him.
“That’s it, Gen. See ya around.”
Wow. Walker’s right.
For the first time, I feel used.
It feels like shit.
Genny
I set three plates at the island and grab an extra stool. Since the dining room table was taken over by Callie’s studies four years ago, the island has become where we usually eat. She’s almost done with her bachelor’s degree, and I have no idea what life holds for us when she graduates. Is sh
e going to move out and leave me here alone? Is she going to stay here and save up money while she gets a few years’ experience under her belt, so when she applies for PA school, she doesn’t have to take out a million loans? Is she going to turn my entire world upside down because I no longer know what role to play in her life?
Yes. The answer to the last one is a definite yes.
Callie bounds down the stairs, grabbing a bowl and standing in front of the stove to put together her chicken taco salad. Myra already has hers in front of her at the island. After making myself a bowl, I join them.
Callie’s already on her phone, seemingly oblivious to anything Myra and I might talk about, so when Myra asks me what’s new, I don’t hesitate to tell her. “I cut it off with Ben and Matt.”
“Whoa… Seriously?”
“Mhm,” I mumble around my food. “I promised Walker no one but him and the magic wand he bought me.”
Myra cracks up laughing. “What’re you talking about? What magic wand?”
Over our meal, I tell her about my agreement with Walker and how he introduced me to sex toys. And how I was amazingly bold after being called the centerfold of the month, and sent him a video of me using my new, fun toy. And how he let his freaking sister and brother-in-law see it. I think Myra spit out more food from laughing so hard than she actually ate.
“Oh my God, Genny! How many people have seen pictures or videos of you pleasure cruising?”
Groaning into my empty salad bowl, I try to count them all up in my head. Walker, of course, his friend, Kane. His sister and her husband. Callie. Myra. Do we count little Zeke? Walker said Zeke didn’t see anything, but he heard it, so does that count?
“Possibly around the same number of guys I’ve had sex with.”
“That’s fantastic!” Her eyes sparkle and I dread whatever is coming out of her mouth next. “What are you gonna do when Chad texts you? Are you giving him up, too?”
“Oh my God, there’s another one?”
Myra and I look at Callie in surprise. “How long have you been listening, little girl?” Myra asks her.