by Urban, Ami
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Chat Log
Jack Reynolds and Brendon Rutherford
5/10
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I let my eyes drift upward. The idiot. Why would I want him texting me while he’s getting laid? Gross.
Although…it’d be a mighty fine prank.
Speaking of getting laid… How about instead of fucking off and letting me do all the work, I tell you how to satisfy her?
A shock of arousal drifted lazily down my spine, meeting in a tingle at the base of my dick. How long had it been?
Four hours.
Wait… Since my last dose of Oxy or the last time I got laid?
Both.
I nodded. Made sense. Four hours is enough to build up that sperm count again, right?
For you? Yeah.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I mumbled the words to myself as I ascended the stairs to our bedroom.
I don’t know. You need to come. Then I can think again.
No, then you can sleep.
Whatever. Deal. Just hurry it up.
I slipped into bed next to my wife. She was still facing away from me, but she’d stirred a bit when I laid down. Sliding my left arm between the curve of her waist and the mattress, I pulled her into me, wrapping my right arm around her hips. She wiggled her ass against my crotch. I had to bite my lip to keep the groan in.
Ooh. She smells nice.
Yeah, she did. She smelled like coconuts and sex. It was awesome. More blood rushed southward.
I like her hair. Give it a little sniff. I bet it makes your dick tingle.
It did.
Nice. Touch it.
My fingers slid into her hair.
Kiss her shoulder.
My lips brushed against her back. She wiggled against me again, turning her head to the side. Her right shoulder pushed into me, but I held her in place when Silas told me to.
Taste her.
I put my mouth on hers. She opened to me at once. I didn’t even have to ask. Her fingers stroked the back of my right hand. And then, as if she’d read my mind, she slid my hand up her tummy and to her breasts.
Hell yes.
With each caress of my fingertips, she let out a soft sigh.
Man, she’s excited. Make sure you play with those cute little nipples.
“Jack…” Lisa whispered into the dark room. Arousal swept through me. My left hand made the journey to her chest.
Man, her skin is so soft. Kiss her neck. Yeah, like that. Let your fingers roam all over…
Lisa pushed my hand downward, over the smoothness of her tummy, where my fingers tangled in her dark shock of pubic hair.
Find that pearl, Reynolds. Find it and play with it.
I did as instructed. Lisa’s body was warm, inviting. My dick pressed tight against her perfect ass. Her breathing became erratic as I continued to please her. When she was nearing the edge, she tried to turn onto her back again, but I slipped my leg between hers, opening her up for me.
“Jack,” she begged, “please.”
That was all I needed to pull her tight into me and enter her from behind without even asking. She gasped out loud, her grip tightening on my hand between her legs. Her short nails bit into the skin around my wrist.
Everything she did was amazing. Every noise she made lit me up on the inside. And not in a bad way. I felt the pull of an oncoming release, but she stopped me.
“Jack, no.” Her fingers had wrapped around my right wrist. At some point, I’d taken it out from between her legs and moved it.
To her throat.
“Sorry. I forgot.” The words came out in quick bursts. As if an afterthought.
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
But it wasn’t. It was far from okay. I went back to my work, focusing on that orgasm I’d been chasing. It was going to be a good one.
“Jack. No.”
I barely heard her words as that familiar tingle began in my lower back. It inched its warm fingers up my spine, threading around my shoulders like a hug. Then, it cascaded over me in a waterfall, pushing an audible grunt from my chest. I wasn’t much for hamming up the noise during sex, but Goddamn was that a good one.
But in the haze of coming down, her nails bit into my wrist again, sending a jolt of hot electricity through my arm and ruining my high.
“Jesus! What the fuck?” I pulled away from her, watching shallow pools of blood collect on my skin. When I looked back up, she had the sheets clutched to her chest. Her face was locked in a neutral expression.
“You were choking me.”
Bullshit.
My gaze drifted down to her throat where I could just make out the pink in
dentation of my thumb.
What the fuck did you do, Silas?!
Me? I stopped tellin’ you what to do as soon as you were in there. That was all you.
All at once, my brain went dead, and I began to shake. I backed away from her, staring at the hands that had betrayed me, feeling a tidal wave of guilt suffocate me from the inside out.
“Jesus Christ. I’m… I’m sorry.”
Outside, the clouds parted, allowing a slice of moonlight to fall over the gentle curves of her face. “It’s alright. You didn’t hurt me at all. I just… I thought maybe I’d be okay with it this once.”
Scrambling across the bed, I gathered her into my arms. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Never, ever again. I promise, okay?”
She looked up at me, her expression stoic. “I know.” She leaned away and clasped her fingers around my arm. “Does it hurt?”
I looked down. The bleeding had stopped already, but my forearm was smeared with red. Without even realizing it, I shook my head. She smiled at me, crushing my heart.
Relax, idiot. She said you didn’t hurt her. Besides, you got a mighty fine blast out of that. I’m tired now. Are you tired?
As if on cue, the dull grayness of sleep collected in the corners of my vision. I almost couldn’t control it.
“Are you alright, Jack?” Lisa let go of the sheets. They pooled around her naked waist, waking me up an inch or two. Literally.
“Yeah.” I used my index finger to trace a line from her collarbone down between her breasts. I reached for her ass under the covers, pulling her closer to me. “I’m sorry.”
She wriggled against me, but not in an attempt to get away. “Don’t apologize. Just make it up to me.”
May 2 – Jack Reynolds
Man, it’s like the ice castle up in this place. The only person who still loves me is my wife.
Yeah. And that’ll only last as long as you listen to me.
My family was dissolving because I was an asshole. At night, everyone would just drift away from me until I was alone.
And every night, you stew away, wondering why they can’t understand your pain!
Well, they said they could, but they can’t.
So, yeah, you’re a dick sometimes. So, what? The man in charge has to be.
You sound like Ray.
Ya daddy had a point, Reynolds.
Yeah, and it should’ve been sharp.
What?
It should’ve been sharp! You know…so he could stick it somewhere…?
I’ve lost half my IQ points.
So, you have negative ones, now?
He was quiet. Finally. I went back to my project – a white Dodge Nitro. Oh, yeah, I’d started working on cars again! Yep, people would bring them to Huntington House’s four-car garage where I’d set up a workstation, or I’d hang around the local shop in town. The “mechanics” were grateful for my help. None of them were very good at their jobs. They could do some basic stuff, but anything beyond changing brakes and they were scratching their heads.
Basically, all the hard stuff came my way. And it usually came to the house, so I guess you could say I was working from home. Take that, Silicon Valley!
“American engineering, my ass.” My curse fell upon my own ears only as I rooted around inside the engine. Seriously, guys, the worst part about being a mechanic by trade is I can’t tell what’s wrong with your car by just looking at it. You gotta tell me what it’s doing.
Fuck, man. And the special princess who dropped it off had no idea. Something about no traction, or no action or…shit. None of it made sense anyway. Everything was immaculate. No scratches, no dents, no major accidents. All lights were working. All fluids topped off and a nice clean engine.
I sighed, scratching a hand through my hair. I’d forgotten to wipe my hands, so now I had grease in my damn near perfect mane too.
“Here ya go, Mister Jay!” Cyrus rounded the front of the vehicle and stretched out his hand. In his palm were the tail light bulbs I’d asked him to replace.
“What are you…Harley Quinn?”
He dropped the bulbs in my outstretched palm with a quizzical look. “No…?”
“What happened to the list I gave you?”
“Which one?”
Smart ass. “The list of approved names you could call me? Because Mister Jay wasn’t on there, man.”
The kid grinned. “I made an addendum.”
“Well, then…” I tossed the used bulbs in our makeshift junk bin. “Unmake it.”
You may think I was giving him a hard time, but he’d begged me to teach him about car repair after we’d bonded during the search party. At first, I thought he was only in it because he was lonely. But he was a quick learner. And a damn good assistant. I made it a point to treat the kid equally. Like an adult.
When he didn’t call me Mister Jay. Ugh, it sounded like Harley Quinn in my head.
Yeah, you’d like that better wouldn’t you, you fucking pervert?
“I’ll call you Mister Chill instead.”
I swung a dirty rag over my shoulder. “No, you won’t.”
“You’re no fun.”
“I’ve heard that a million times.”
“What do I do now?” His eyes were full of light and excitement. He was ready to learn more.
I smiled on the inside. “You change the headlights. Go get the bulbs.”
He scampered off and I felt a sense of accomplishment well up in me. I’d known I’d wanted kids since I was a young adult, but I’d always thought I’d have a son. A son I could teach my legacy to. Well, what legacy I still had.
Your knee’s fucked, you’re getting older…
And I couldn’t even figure out what the fuck was wrong with the Dodge! My entire upper half was hunched over the hot engine when Lexi came outside with the kid in tow.
“Please tell me we didn’t buy that piece of junk.”
“Junk, junk,” the kid repeated.
“Nope,” I said, fiddling with the alternator, “but we may have to if I can’t figure out what’s up.” Using a torx wrench, I tried to tighten the alternator cap, but it didn’t budge. I felt a frustrated sound bubble up in my throat. I stood, searching for my assistant. “Yo! Cyrus the Virus!”
Rex flinched the slightest bit at my tone, so I requested a fist bump which he promptly returned, seeming slightly more relaxed.
Cyrus’s blond head popped up from behind the monster SUV. “Sup?” He came out into the sun. “Oh, hey, Lexi.”
“Hi, Cyrus.” Her voice was quieter than normal. I ignored instincts that told me they were into each other. Because that was ridiculous.
Cyrus noticed the kid. “Hey, Rex!”
“Rex! Rex! Rawr!”
Lexi let him go play. “What you got there?”
“I’m changing headlights!” There was a note of excitement in his voice.
“Way to humble brag,” I joked.
“Well, if you’re changing the headlights on this car, you might need ones for this car.” She snatched a bulb from his hand and held it up to her face it. “These are way too small.”
Cyrus looked like he’d just been beaten in a dick-measuring contest. “Oh,” he said. Then a moment later, “I’ll go get the right ones!”
“And get me that diagram for the Jeep.” I watched him bound up the long driveway to the mansion, the undone laces of his left shoe waving around wildly. The small plastic aglets tapped against the concrete.
“What did you two do this morning?” I turned back to the engine, trying not to meet her gaze straight on. She was finally talking to me and I didn’t want to scare her away. Maybe I should’ve apologized…
Fuck that. She’s the one who calls you a cock-sucker every night behind your back.
Say what?
“Nothing.” Lexi shifted on her feet. “What’s she doing?” She pulled over an egg crate, stepped up and peered under the hood.
“I been trying to figure that out for the last thre
e hours. I changed the spark plugs and the coil packs. None of the caps are loose and the oil looks fine.” I leaned against the hood. “I am stumped.”
Lexi looked around a little. Her fingertips touched each fluid cap as she went. Her features seemed deep in concentration. A little wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows.
“Oh!” She let out a small chuckle. “Look.”
I followed her index finger to the alternator I’d just tried to tighten. “What?”
“You don’t see it?”
Was that sarcasm?
Little brat.
She looked at me as I shook my head. With a coy smile, she pointed to the serpentine belt. “It’s cracked.”
There was laughing in my head. Followed by, Holy shit! You got owned by a fourteen-year-old girl!
I felt my eyes widen. “Whale oil beef hooked.”
“Nice.” We glanced at each other. “Did you even try to start it?”
“Alright…” My lips pursed as I pulled the keys to the Nitro from the pocket of my jeans.
“Gimme.” Lexi held out her hand. I dropped the keys in them. “You’d be in way better hands with me as your assistant.”
Or your boss.
Shut up!
As she rounded the car to get in, I said, “You take that back. Cyrus the Virus is an awesome kid.”
“I know!” She popped open the driver’s side door. “I like him.”
A brat and a slut. Double whammy.
“I’ll get the hose,” I mumbled, ducking back under the hood as she started the engine. Sure enough, as soon as it turned over, it began to squeal. The sound was so massive, I had to give Lexi a thumb’s up over the opened hood. She turned the car off.
“Am I… Am I better than you?” A mischievous twinkle glinted in her eyes.
