by Hamel, B. B.
I roll her back over and stay on my knees as I drive my cock inside her. I rub her clit, working her, grinding against her, fucking her like a goddamn animal.
I’m tired, ravaged, and everything is just too good.
I kiss her hard. “Fuck, Amy,” I whisper. “Everything about this pussy drives me wild.”
“Don’t stop,” she moans back, and I can feel it now, the tension growing. “Oh, shit, Ever. Don’t you fucking stop.”
I thrust harder, harder, the world becoming clear again. I grab her hips and take her like a fucking man and she’s wild, writhing, sweating, moaning.
She comes hard and I’m merciless. I keep fucking her, not stopping, not slowing. I make her come nice and hard on my big, fat cock, and I watch my best friend have an orgasm with my dick buried between her legs.
It pushes me over my limits. I come then, driving into her, filling her pussy up to the brim.
Fucking hell, it’s incredible, it’s magic, it’s heaven. This is pure bliss. Coming inside my best friend, filling her pussy, my new wife.
Shit. We finish and collapse together, side by side.
We stay there, side by side, in silence for a bit. I stare at the ceiling, dizzy with pleasure, buzzing with incredible need for her deep in my bones.
“Well,” she says finally, breaking the silence, “I guess we consummated the marriage.”
“Guess so,” I say, grinning.
She laughs a little bit. “So, uh, what do we do now?”
“Go to sleep, I guess.”
She nods, a little uncertain. “And in the morning?”
“In the morning, we’ll be husband and wife.”
She looks up at me, lips so inviting, but I don’t know what to do. I’m not sure if I kiss her, if that’s what our relationship is now, or if…
Fucking shit. I don’t know what she wants. She doesn’t want to lose me, to ruin this friendship. So, I can’t keep kissing her.
I roll out of bed and force a smile. “Gonna brush my teeth,” I say.
She nods a little, yawns, and stretches. “I’ll just stay here,” she says quietly.
I sneak into the bathroom, and by the time I’m back, she’s already asleep.
I slip into bed next to her. God damn, she’s so beautiful, so perfect. The memory of her body under mine is seared into my brain. I see her when I close my eyes, moaning, begging me to keep going.
Ah, shit. Now I want more from her, and that’s a real goddamn problem.
But I made a promise. She won’t lose me. It’s time to man up. I’m not catching feelings right now.
This is a business arrangement. It’s a friend doing another friend a favor. So, we’re married, and we just had some of the best sex of my life, so what?
It’s time to get it together.
I slip into bed next to her, roll onto my side, and close my eyes, willing sleep to come.
3
Amy
The next morning, I wake up and groan a little bit.
My mouth feels like cotton balls and my head is already starting to hurt. I’m going to be in so much pain today, I’m already dreading it.
But slowly, I roll onto my back, and turn my head to stare at Ever, still asleep next to me.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper softly.
We had sex last night. The details are coming back to me, slowly but surely, and holy shit, we really had sex.
I mean, we fucked. Really fucked.
And it was really, really good.
I groan and clench my legs shut. Oh, god, it was really good. I mean, stupidly good. The best sex of my life good. So good that I’m tempted to wake him up and do it again, even in the harsh light of day, even totally sober now.
Shit, this is bad.
He promised I’d never lose him, but I don’t know how we can come back from this. I mean, he saw me naked. He licked my pussy. He fucked me really, really rough, and I got off, whispering his name.
We didn’t just sleep together.
We fucked.
“Morning, wifey.”
I turn to look at Ever, smiling at me through squinted eyes.
“Morning,” I say.
“You feeling as bad as I’m feeling?”
“Probably,” I say with a nervous laugh.
He grins at me. “Shouldn’t have brought up that bottle.”
“Yeah. Totally.”
He stretches and sighs, his arms above his head. He’s so muscular and big and…
Oh, shit. Now I’m thinking about his huge fucking dick.
I look away quickly, blushing, but he already catches me.
“It’s okay,” he says. “We don’t have to be weird about it.”
I clear my throat. “Nothing to be weird about.”
“Amy—”
I roll from bed, but just before I get up, I hesitate.
I’m still naked.
Oh, god.
I grab the sheets and wrap them around me, tugging them free from the bed. Ever laughs as I pull the sheets off, covering myself.
And I stare at his naked body.
He rolls onto his side and poses for me. His cock is half-hard and his eyes are playful. I can’t help but stare at him for a second as my face turns beet red.
I quickly turn away. “Okay, asshole,” I say, a little shrill. “You can put it away.”
“Oh, I don’t want to,” he says. “We’re married, so it’s fine.”
“Ever.”
“Amy.”
“Stop it.”
“Keep saying my name.”
“Ever.”
“Just like that.”
I groan and shake my head. “Don’t be an ass.”
“Oh, come on. Just last night you were riding this dick like you loved it. Now you can’t even look at it?”
“That was just…”
“What?” he asks quickly. “It was what?”
I hesitate. The word mistake is on the tip of my tongue, but…
It wasn’t really a mistake. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to sleep with him, and I wanted it badly. I’ve always wanted it. I always knew it would feel good, sleeping with Ever, but…
I had no clue exactly how freaking amazing it would be.
“Last night was stupid,” I say. “Can we just be normal again?”
I glance at him as he sighs. I catch a moment of disappointment on his face, and I can’t help but wonder what that means.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, rolling off the bed. He grabs his underwear off the floor and puts them on. “We can be normal. No problem, kid.”
“Thanks.” I bite my lip as he grunts and staggers off to the bathroom.
“I’m going first,” he grunts at me.
“Gentleman.”
He shrugs and shuts the door behind him.
I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, waiting my turn.
Ever, my best friend, the man I’ve loved for a long time. I finally slept with him, but I don’t feel like everything is right in the world like I thought I would. I mean, we’re married, but…
That was just a drunken mistake. We both know it. We both wanted it, sure, but it was just the wedding and the drinking.
Nothing more than that.
We have to keep things normal. We’re in this crazy situation and if I can’t keep it together, I might ruin everything. I have to stay strong for him, and that means not giving in to what I really want.
He comes back out a little bit later, wearing sweatpants but still no shirt. I glance at his muscular chest. “All you, kid,” he grunts at me.
“Thanks.” I head into the bathroom, start the shower, and sit on the toilet to think about how fucked up things already are, and how much worse they could get.
* * *
“How do you like your eggs, sweetie?” Faye asks me, smiling sweetly.
“Fertilized,” Ever quips from the table, a newspaper held up casually.
Faye shoots her son a look and I roll my eyes. “Scrambled, please.”<
br />
“Of course,” she says. “How could I forget?”
I sit at the island as Faye cooks. Ever’s family is filtering in and out of the room, although most of them are already leaving. Anyone local has a long drive home, and anyone from out of town has an even longer one.
It’ll just be me, Ever, and Ever’s mother for the rest of the day and I don’t know how I’m going to survive it.
My hangover sucks. No other way to put it. I feel like a dried-out husk version of myself, my head pounding, my body sluggish. I keep thinking about Ever’s body against mine the night before, the way he fucked me, the way he kissed me. I want to see that side of him again, I want him to strip me naked and take me and fuck me and lick me and oh, god, I have to stop, but I don’t want to.
I keep it together as Faye hands me eggs and coffee and winks. “You look like you need it.”
I sigh. “Thanks.”
She laughs as I head over and sit across from Ever. He glances up at me and winks.
I drink my coffee and try not to pass out.
“Morning, douchebags.”
Whitney comes into the room.
“Morning, honey. Eggs?” His mother kisses his cheek.
He grunts and shakes his head. “Nah. Too hungover. I’ll puke ‘em up.” He walks over and punches his brother’s shoulder. “Morning, big bro. How was the wedding night?” Whitney grins and winks at me.
I feel like I might die. For real, actual death, right here and now. It’d be a sweet release, at least.
Ever glances at him. “Vigorous,” he says, deadpan.
And I die. I die, right there. I’m floating in the air watching myself, totally dead.
Not really. I cough as I sip my coffee and burn my tongue.
Whitney laughs loudly and punches him again. Ever doesn’t smile.
I clear my throat and stand up. “I think I’m done,” I announce to nobody, grab my mug, and hurry out onto the back deck.
I sigh and stare out at the valley. Fucking hell, Ever’s family is insane, and I feel totally smothered in there. I can’t be mad at them, since I’m the moron that got too drunk and slept with my, uh, fake husband, but still. Whitney is such a loud asshole.
Actually, Whitney is a genuine piece of shit. Ever talks about him all the time, about how Whitney cheats on his wife with hookers and brags about it, how Whitney’s a coke addict and probably an alcoholic, how Whitney barely sees his own kids because he’s too busy sleeping around and going to work.
I almost wish Ever would tell his father the truth about Whitney, but I know he never will. Say what you want about Ever, he’s as loyal as they come, even to people that don’t deserve it.
“Hey.”
I glance over as Ever comes out and joins me at the railing.
“Hey,” I say.
“Think you can survive another day?” he asks softly.
I sigh. “Honestly? I’m not sure I can survive another hour.”
He smiles a little, looking down at the trees. “I’m with you. I swear, I think this might be the day I finally punch Whit in his stupid fucking face.”
“Your mom would kill you.”
“I know.” He sighs. “Fighting the day after my wedding. What a scandal.”
“She’d be right, though. It’s stupid, fighting with him.”
“He’s just such an ass.”
I grin at him and push against his shoulder. “You’re an ass too, you know. Just as insufferable.”
“Please. I’m an ass, but I’m fun and boyish. He’s just a douche.”
I laugh and sip my coffee. A lot of the tension is already starting to drain away. I should’ve known he’d be able to make things feel normal again, even if they are very, very far from it.
“Look, about last night,” he says softly.
And there he goes, fucking it up again.
I go tense. “It’s fine. We don’t have to talk about it.”
He looks a little hurt. “I want to.”
“You don’t have to,” I say quickly again. “Seriously. It’s fine.”
He frowns at me. “Come on, kid.”
“Forget it.” I turn away. “Let’s just be normal again, okay.”
He sighs. “Okay,” he says softly. “We’ll be normal. You can pretend like you didn’t have the best sex of your life last night.”
“I did not,” I glare at him.
“Oh, no? I’m pretty sure that huge orgasm you had all over my cock begs to differ.”
I clench my jaw. “Don’t be a shit.”
He grins at me, jokingly and light, like the Ever I know. “You can’t stop thinking about it,” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”
He leans up against me and we go quiet for a little while, looking out at the gorgeous view, sipping our mugs of coffee.
“Look,” he says finally. “This is going to be hard, right? But we can get through it.”
“Yeah? What makes you so sure?”
“I’m fucking awesome.” He cocks his head. “And you’re not bad yourself. We can make this work.”
“So inspiring.”
“I know. Try and keep your panties on.”
“I’ll do my best.”
We grin at each other. I lean up against him for a second before sighing and stretching.
“Okay,” I say. “Let’s go back inside and gut this out together.”
“Okay, wifey,” he says.
I can’t help but smile. He’s so handsome in the early morning light, so much bigger than I remembered. There’s a shadow of a beard and he looks like he belongs in these mountains, rugged and hard and intense and as beautiful as the deep redwoods.
He takes my hand and squeezes it. I hate myself for falling into this, but he’s right. We have to work as a team now, or else we’re fucked. And not in the fun way.
We head back inside, and I force myself to put last night behind me.
4
Ever
The machines beep and the room’s dark as I slip past the glass doors.
I slide them closed behind me. Dad’s room is pretty big and empty, just a bunch of medical machines making their mechanical music. He’s sitting up in bed, staring down at a newspaper, although I’m pretty sure he can’t read it very well right now. From what I understand, he lost vision in his right eye, and his left one isn’t much better.
He glances up as I walk toward him. He doesn’t smile or move, and I sit down quietly in the chair next to his bed.
“Hey, Dad,” I say.
He nods at me. “Everest,” he says.
“I got married yesterday. Did you hear?”
He frowns a little bit. “Your mother called me… I don’t know when. But she called me.”
“Did she tell you?”
He clears his throat. “I, ah.”
I lean toward him. “Amy and me, we got married.”
He brightens up almost instantly. I’m surprised by that. I almost didn’t expect him to remember her.
“Amy,” he says softly. “The girl you always bring around? You married her?”
“Yeah, Dad,” I say. “We’ve been dating for a while now secretly, and we decided, you know... to make it official.”
“Married,” he says softly. “I’m happy about that.”
Dad looks like shit. There’s no other way to say it. I mean, he’s dying, to be fair, but still. He’s gaunt, the right half of his face numb and dropping from the stroke, his left half only slightly better. His speech is slurred and difficult to understand and he doesn’t remember half of what’s happening around us.
I remember Dad as this huge, imposing force in my life. Like nature itself bent in front of him. He was hail and storms and fire, raining all the time. I was in awe of him as a little boy and I hated him as a teenager.
Now, I don’t know how I feel about him. I know my dad’s just a man, like anyone else. But I still see him as that huge, mythical creature that stalked around our home and made me want to
be just like him.
“Why now?” he manages to say.
“Well, honestly, we’ve been planning it for a long time. But we rushed it, because of…” I trail off.
He stares at me. “Because I got sick.”
“Well, yeah,” I admit. “I wanted you to see…”
“That you’re not a total fuck-up.”
I clench my jaw. That’s the father I know.
“I wanted you to see that I’m in love,” I say. “And that I found my wife.”
He grunts. “Convenient.”
I feel my anger flare but I force it back. “None of this is convenient, Dad. You think I want you in here?”
“No,” he admits. “I don’t.”
“Good. I would’ve married Amy six months from now, like we planned, but you got sick. So, we decided to do it now.”
He grunts again and says something, but I can’t understand it. He fumbles with his paper and sighs, leaning back in his bed.
I help him back and take the paper from him gently. He does this, loses track of conversations. It’s hard to watch, hard to rectify this frail man with the dad in my memories, but here we are. This is how these things happen, in rooms like this, even to the giants.
“You want the company,” Dad whispers to me just as I’m moving away.
I hesitate and stare at him. He’s watching me carefully, and I can tell that he’s back, for however long it’ll last.
“I want it,” I say, not bothering to hide it.
“And you think marrying Amy will help?” he asks. “I already chose Whitney.”
“You made the wrong choice.”
He laughs, dry and rasping. “Maybe,” he admits. “But Whitney’s been involved for years and he has a stable family. It’s family that’s important, Everest.”
“I know, and that’s why I got married. Because I want Amy to be my family.”
He chuckles again. “I see. And you really think you deserve the company?”
“It’s mine,” I say fiercely. “You know it as well as I do. Whitney will run it into the ground. He’s dedicated, but he’s an idiot.”
Dad stares at me for a second and finally smiles slightly. “You’re probably right,” he says.