by Eva Luxe
“Shh,” I half giggled, half gasped. I raised my legs so he could go even deeper, and it felt so good that it hurt, and I had to bite down on another cry of ecstasy. Adam finally pumped his load into me endlessly, leaving cum draining out of my pussy and all over the bed. He collapsed on top of me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other, slightly stunned.
“So, did I take good care of you?” I grinned, because I was well aware I took such good care of him that he might never get his eyes uncrossed.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”
I laughed lightly, and we both dozed off.
****
The house grew silent around us; my parents had turned off the lights and were sound asleep. Adam was asleep with his arms around me, and I snuggled back against him. This was the first time we’d slept together, really slept, and I was in heaven. I didn’t usually let guys stay, or stay with them, but this was amazing. We’d still have to sneak Adam back out somehow, but I’d worry about that later.
I started to close my eyes, but I noted that the message light was blinking on my phone. I picked it up and saw that Jack had written me in Messenger.
Hey, squirt! How’s it going. Got a few minutes on the computer when we actually have a signal so I thought I’d write. Enjoying your lazy summer?
About five minutes later, he’d written again.
Got a text from the new media exec at Monroe. She said she was worried that Adam was having an affair with you. I told her not to stress about it, because Adam’s a good guy. I honestly wondered if you two would get together after the party last month, but I guess he’s with this Bianca woman now. Too bad—I don’t think Dad would like it, but I’d love to see you with someone stable instead of those airhead jocks you usually date.
Wait, what?
Sorry, too big-brotherly? I’ll back off, really.
I looked up at Adam. What the hell was this? We hadn’t had the talk about being exclusive or whatever, but it never occurred to me that he might be seeing someone else too. I was such an idiot.
No, not too big-brotherly, I typed, my thumbs flying across the touch-screen. I secretly like it when you get all cave man. But I do text with Adam sometimes and he never mentioned that he was seeing someone. Saw him out a couple weeks ago with a group of guys, and they were all picking up girls.
That was true enough—I just didn’t mention that Adam had picked me up.
Shit, he typed back. She told me they’d been engaged for two years, and he was at a bar picking up girls? I didn’t think he was like that. Good thing you aren’t dating him then!
Engaged? Tears started sliding down my face. But what did I expect? I was the one who’d been building secret fantasies of something more permanent with him—he’d never mentioned it.
I eased away from Adam, not ready to wake him up yet. I sat on the edge of my bed, sobbing as quietly as I could. I was well aware that our relationship was intensely sexual, but it had never felt cheap. Had he been with her those nights when he’d called me and cancelled our plans? Were they picking out wedding china and making honeymoon reservations—and then he snuck back here and fucked me?
I had to answer Jack back, and somehow make it sound like Adam and I were still merely old acquaintances, that I had no personal stake in this.
Weird, I typed. I’ll have to ask him about it. You’re right, though. It doesn’t sound like him. Anyway, how’s life on the open sea? Going crazy yet?
That was the best I could do. I got up and walked into the bathroom, where I finished crying and splashed water on my face. I was sure about one thing—I wasn’t going to be anyone’s casual piece on the side. And if dumping Adam left my heart broken into shards, then that would just be my little secret.
I turned on the bedside lamp. “Adam, wake up.”
“Hmmm…”
“I mean it. We have to get you out of here.”
“Oh, right. Too bad.”
“Is it? Anyway, we can’t wait until morning. This is the best time.”
“What’s wrong?”
I hesitated. What I really wanted was to stay cold and freeze him out and make him suffer, but unfortunately I had no respect for women who did that. If you were going to dump a guy, you had to be honest enough to tell him why.
“I just found out you were engaged.”
“Oh, that.” He shrugged, squinting around for his clothes.
“‘Oh, that?’ I mean I know we didn’t say we’d be exclusive, but I did kind of assume neither of us was fucking anyone else. I know I wasn’t.”
“Fucking—what are you talking about?”
“Your fiancée, Adam,” I snapped. “I don’t appreciate being your side piece, you know?”
“I’m kind of confused here,” he said. He found his shirt and slipped his arms into it. “I’m not fucking anyone else, either, and you’re not a side piece.”
“Oh, so there’s no Bianca?” I said. “She’s just a figment of my brother’s imagination?”
“How did Jack and Bianca get into this conversation?” he snarled.
“She texted Jack and told him she suspected that we were having an affair,” I hissed. “Did you think she wouldn’t find out, or that I wouldn’t?”
“She fucking texted Jack? She doesn’t even know Jack! What the fuck?” He shoved a hand through his hair and I was determined not to notice how tousled and adorable it made him look. “What did she tell him?”
“Fuck. Here.” I pulled up the message on my phone and handed it to him. “She knows we’re fucking and Jack thinks you’re a piece of shit.”
He scrolled through Jack’s and my conversation. His jaw got more and more clenched. Then he very, very carefully handed me my phone back. He was literally vibrating with fury.
“Chrissy,” he began, “before Jack messaged you tonight, had you ever heard of Bianca?”
“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Where did you think I was all those nights I kept calling you and telling you I had to work late?”
“Like an idiot, I thought you were actually working late.”
“You trusted me.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Can you trust me for five more minutes? I want to tell you what really happened, and I can prove it all. Will you listen?”
I was still furious and hurt, but was there a chance that Jack was wrong? Even angry as I was, I clung to the hope that I could somehow keep Adam.
“Fine.”
He slipped on his pants and buckled the belt, then sat on the edge of my bed. “I dated Bianca in college, for about a year. We were engaged, briefly, but thankfully I figured out that she is a manipulating, lying bitch. I honestly think she’s got some kind of illness, where she has to control everyone and everything around her, mostly through sex, and I feel sorry for her, but I wasn’t up for a lifetime of that, so I broke up with her.”
“Okay.”
He sighed. “I graduated, went to grad school, moved back here. She tried texting me a few times, but I finally just blocked her. A week before I started my new job, I met you again. I’m not fucking another woman—hell, I can’t even think about another woman. I can’t think of anything but you.”
I sniffed—I had to since my nose was still running—but didn’t tell him to go to hell. “So you expect me to believe that you used to be engaged to this Bianca, but you’re not now, and she just randomly texted my brother to tell him all that shit.”
“Yes,” he said. “A few days after I started working at Monroe, your father hired Bianca to be our new media executive. To be fair, I think she’s good at her job, but I could mostly avoid her. Until the mansion project came up.”
“Oh.”
“She dropped by the mansion Friday afternoon.”
“Oh!” I swung around to face him.
“Yeah,” he said grimly. “Then she insisted on a so-called business dinner on Monday night, where she made it clear that she knew about us, and that she
would tell Gary about us if I didn’t sleep with her.”
“Shit.”
“She’s been calling meetings every night this week, and trying to get me to sleep with her again but I swear I haven’t touched her or wanted to touch her since I broke up with her three years ago.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t know why she texted Jack, or how she even got his number, but it would be just like her to do it just to prove to me that she can mess with my personal life.”
“But she can, Adam, right? If you call her bluff, she might go to my dad. I can live with it, but he’s not my boss.”
“Yeah,” he said grimly. He reached out to grab my hand. I wasn’t quite ready to snuggle up, but I let him pull me to sit beside him on the bed. “So you believe me?”
“I guess so.”
“To tell you the truth, I thought she might try something like this. I—” he took a deep breath “—I thought about breaking things off with you just to keep you from being her target.”
“Huh.” I glanced up at him. “I don’t know whether to be angry or touched by that.”
“I don’t want to see anyone else,” he said quietly. “And I won’t while we’re seeing each other.”
“Yeah, me too.” I leaned my head on his shoulder. “So, Jack is okay with us being together, I guess.”
“That’s kind of nice. I don’t feel quite as good about your dad, though.”
“No,” I sighed. “Me neither.”
Chapter 12 – Adam
I didn’t know if Gary really thought I was an idiot, like Bianca said, but the projects I was supervising were going really well. So far, all them were coming in under budget, and only one had had any kind of problems, which I took care of by spending more time on site and listening to the concerns of the crew. I was putting in 50 or 60 hours a week, so if Gary thought I wasn’t doing my job, he wasn’t paying attention.
The morning after Chrissy almost dumped me, I stormed into the office in a tear. I’d been up all night trying to get my temper under control and by the time I went to work, I was still furious, but now I was also exhausted. I closed the door to my office because I couldn’t be sure how I would react if I saw Bianca, but as I predicted, she came in anyway, opening the door without knocking, and posing like a deranged calendar model in the doorframe.
Before she could even speak I said coldly, “Get out of my office.”
“But Adam,” she said flirtatiously, “we still have so much work to do on our…special project.”
She said it loudly, and turned her head toward the outer office slightly so that her voice carried. God dammit, she was trying to make all these people think that there was something between us. I saw several people look toward us and grin.
I left my desk and stood in the door looking down on her. “I won’t be able to meet with you anymore, because I have to spend more time on my other projects. Please email me the marketing plan when you’re finished with it and I’ll give you my feedback when I get to it.”
She raised her chin. “What is your problem?”
“I have eight other projects running, and five being prepped,” I said, shrugging. “I can’t spend all my time on one rather minor one.” I lowered my voice. “Leave my friends alone. Jack has blocked you on his phone, and nobody who knows me will ever believe a word you say.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, and walked away with her head held high. She put on a good show, but she had damn well better stay out of my way. That bitch made Chrissy cry, and I wasn’t going to stand for that.
I ate lunch at my desk, texting Chrissy the whole time. She must have been getting bored with her summer, or stressed because of Bianca, because she told me she had gone by the Humane Society to see about volunteering there.
And that was the main difference between Chrissy and Bianca. Whatever went wrong in Chrissy’s life, she never, ever dealt with it by tearing down other people. She might prefer animals, but she put herself out to help them.
Going out with Raina tonight, she texted. Sorry I won’t get to see you.
That’s okay. Have fun. Want to do something tomorrow night?
Sure!
What if we stay in and I cook for you?
Ooh!
Want to just come over to my condo around 6?
Sounds great. I can’t wait!
I texted her the address. I’d miss her tonight, but without her hot body to distract me, I could take some work home, crack open a beer in front of the TV, and get caught up on figures I’d put off all week while I’d been at fucking Bianca’s beck and call.
I grabbed my sunglasses and started to head out. I had three work sites I wanted to check in on this afternoon. Gary’s door was closed, and I experienced a moment’s twinge that maybe Bianca was in there telling him what she knew about Chrissy and me, but at the moment I didn’t care too much. As long as she wasn’t telling him I was engaged to her, I would deal with it.
****
There was something relaxing about the rhythm of preparing project budgets. I could do it with the TV on, with my bare feet up on the coffee table, and it was a kind of mathematical back and forth—not exactly tedious, but it didn’t require intense concentration either. But by ten or so, I was glad that I could check several of these off my list of things to do. They were satisfying, but I was getting tired.
I chuckled. It was barely ten and I was thinking about going to bed. I must be getting old. Of course, I had worked a 15-hour day at that point. Maybe I had earned an early night.
I threw my beer bottle in the recycling and was about to head toward the bathroom when a knock sounded at the door. At—what, 10:15 at night?
I looked through the peephole first. Chrissy and Raina were out there, looking gorgeous and giggling.
I opened the door. “Hey girls!”
“Hey, baby,” Chrissy said, and she giggled again.
“Hey yourself.”
I cocked an eyebrow at Raina, and she looked back apologetically. “She said I owed her one, so I got to be the designated driver,” she said wryly.
“Come on in.” I opened the door wider and let them both in. Chrissy looked pretty normal, and if I hadn’t seen her giggling like that, it might have taken me a while to realize she was drunk.
They sat down on the couch and Chrissy kicked off those high-heeled sandals I loved and stretched out.
“So, gorgeous,” I said, amused at her. She was really cute right now. “You decided to have a few drinks and come see me?”
“No,” Chrissy said haughtily. “We decided to have a few drinks because it was girls’ night out. Then we were talking about you and decided to come see you.”
I looked at Raina. “Isn’t that what I said?”
She shrugged. “Since we talked of nothing but you all night long, it’s no surprise that’s the decision we reached.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You should be,” Chrissy acknowledged. “We got hit on a lot tonight, and we came here instead.”
“Awesome.” I slid my glance back to Raina. “Think you ladies can handle one more beer? Or a glass of wine?”
“Of course,” Chrissy said, sitting up.
“Actually,” Raina said hesitantly, “do you mind if I take a rain check? I have to work in the morning. Can you make sure she gets home?”
“Sure.”
Raina hugged Chrissy and they whispered and giggled some more on the way to the door.
“Bye, sweetie. Love you.”
“Love you too. Call me tomorrow.”
Chrissy closed the door behind Raina and turned back toward me. “I’m not that drunk, you know.”
“Okay,” I said. It did seem to be true—she wasn’t sloppy or stumbling or slurring, just really, really relaxed.
“So, I’ll take that glass of wine, if you don’t mind.”
“Okay.”
She followed me into the kitchen. I uncorked a bottle of white wine and poured it into
a glass. She never took her eyes of me. I handed her the glass and she took it, sipped at it, her eyes locked onto mine. She set her glass down on the counter, then jumped up onto it and reached out and grabbed me by the waistband. Once I was close enough, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled my head down to her mouth.
She kissed me, but that’s too tame a word for it. She was hot, her mouth consuming me, devouring me. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, clenched my fists in her hair and took her in return. Her heels dug into my back.
My cock went from casual interest to hard enough to drive in nails in seconds. Her hands were everywhere on me at once, scratching and squeezing. I shoved my hands under her skirt, squeezed her ass. She had no panties on and she moaned and pulled me closer with her legs, pressing her pussy against the front of my slacks. I grabbed her tit with my other hand—I was as clumsy as a middle schooler getting to first base for the first time, but she didn’t seem to care.
Without taking her mouth off me, she reached down and unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants. She thrust her hand into my briefs and grasped my cock so hard it hurt, but it felt so good I almost came in her hand. I thrust a finger into her pussy, then two and she screamed and came with my fingers inside her.
I flipped up her skirt and dragged her forward, then thrust my cock into her pussy while she was still coming. “Yeah, baby, take it,” I growled.
Everything got blurry as I fucked her. All I could think of was to ram into her again and again. I was starving for her, I needed more and more and more, every inch of skin, every drop of sweat. I finally came and emptied a gallon of cum into her.
“Can’t stand.” I rasped. I came so hard my knees wouldn’t support me any longer, so I scooped her up and sank to the floor. My pants were still around my ankles, so I kind of stumbled to the floor, but at least she was on top of me
“What the fuck was that?” she panted.
