by T. L. Quinn
Something as innocent as a shower after work shouldn’t do dirty things to my mind, but suddenly I am imaging him in the bathroom peeling off his suit jacket, and unbuttoning his dress shirt exposing his broad chest and defined abs, undoing his belt, bringing his zipper down, and slowly removing his pants and boxers at the same time exposing his enormous coc-
My brain stops its fantasy as I notice Dean is smiling at me. I blink and realize I have been looking him up and down again. This is like the bar all over again. Jesus. I need to stop gawking at this man. God forbid he accuses me of eye fucking him in front of Brian.
Dean turns and walks towards his room, and I am once again feeling hot and bothered only this time it isn’t from my boyfriend running his hands up my legs.
◆◆◆
The doorbell rings with the pizza delivery, and Brian jumps up to grab it right as Dean comes down the stairs in sweats and T-shirt. Why does he have to fill out every item of clothing he owns so nicely?
Brian sets the food on the counter and glances at his dad. “Whoa dad. Getting comfy already? I thought you might have a hot date after the movie.”
This grabs my attention, so I look toward Brian. He looks back at me and adds “My dad is a ladies man. Always has a new girl every time I come over.” He laughs.
My smile grows big as I look at Dean. My eyebrow raises at him, asking him oh so you can be upset about me and Brian but you have a different girl here on any given night of the week?
Dean just sighs and says “Brian. Those are work colleagues not dates.”
Brian laughs and says “Uh huh. Sure thing dad. Whatever you say.”
I am curious who is telling the truth. On one hand I don’t want to imagine Dean with anyone else, but on the other hand, it is probably better if he is seeing other people so I won’t be so tempted by him.
Instead of serving food in the kitchen, Brian just brings the pizza over to the couch and sets it on the coffee table. Dean follows him with plates.
Brian pulls up the movie and we eat in silence as we all watch. About 30 minutes into the movie, we are all done eating and Brian pulls me towards him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me between his legs. I see Dean glance our way and then suddenly he is standing. “Anyone want a beer?”
I shake my head no. I feel like I need to be sober tonight. Especially if I am going to let anything happen between me and Brian. I don’t want anything to happen with the wrong motives, so I need a clear head.
The movie probably has about a half hour left, but I don’t even know what is going on in it. I’m too distracted by my own thoughts.
Dean has barely moved except to grab a new beer every once in a while. He is sitting on the end of the couch as far away from us as possible. One hand is gripping the armrest of the couch and the other is wrapped on his beer. I keep stealing glances that way but his eyes never move from the tv.
I move my eyes back to the tv when I feel Brian’s nose nuzzling up and down my neck. A few moments later, I can feel his lips nibbling on my shoulder and back up to my ear. I can feel his erection growing in his pants since I am still cuddled up to his lap. He whispers in my ear “Wanna go upstairs?”
I feel my cheeks flush. I try to play it cool and just say “The movie isn’t done yet.”
He groans back “I don’t care about the movie.”
I glance over to Dean again and I can see his knuckles have turned white around his beer bottle but he still has his eyes straight forward.
Brian’s phone lets out a loud ring and we all turn toward it. Brian looks at the name on the screen. “Hmm...I thought Jason was out with a girl tonight.”
He answers the call. “Hey man, what’s up?”
I can hear Jason’s voice booming through the phone. He sounds upset but then Brian lets out a loud laugh. “Oh you have GOT to be kidding me?”
He’s still laughing when he turns to me. “His date ditched him at the bar and he left his phone in his Uber and he had to borow someone's phone.” He laughs again. “How do you even have my number memorized dude?”
Jason shouts a few more curse words through the phone, and then Brian finishes the conversation and hangs up. Brian turns and looks over to me.
“I told him I would pick him up and bring him home. That alright? I’ll be home in about an hour.”
I finally give a small laugh and nod my head. “Yeah of course. Go save your friend”
He leans down to kiss me, and I don’t know why but I give him my cheek instead of my mouth. He whispers in my ear “To be continued.”
He walks toward the front door and throws on some shoes and then he’s gone.
Suddenly, it is just me and Dean sitting on the couch in the living room. We have never been alone in the house togethe,r and if there was ever a good time to have that talk he mentioned, now would be it.
I want to get out of here before he tries and I have no interest in finishing the movie, so I just quietly mumble “I’m going to go to my room.” And I stand up to leave.
I am walking through the kitchen towards my bedroom when I hear Dean’s footsteps following me. His voice stops me in my tracks. Deep, angry and concerned. “Are you going to fuck him?”
I whip around with a breath coming sharply out of my nose. I glare back at him.
“That’s none of your business!”
He just glares back at me. His voice remains steady and stern. “Everything that happens in my house is my business.”
I can feel my own anger rising. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t be in this house then.”
He is looking down on me now like that was the dumbest thing to say.
“You are being ridiculous.”
Oh no he did not.
“I am being ridiculous? You’re the one the one who is trying to make it sound wrong for me to sleep with my own boyfriend!”
He is walking toward me now. I lean back against the counter to create space, but he just steps in between me and the kitchen island. His gaze is intense, so I look down at my feet.
“Have you slept with him?” He says sternly.
My eyes shoot back up to him. “What?”
He repeats himself but it comes out even harsher this time. “Have you slept with him since that night?”
My breath catches and my eyes fall back down to my feet. “I-...uh I-...”
Deans leans forward and places both his hands on the counter behind me, boxing me in.
“Caroline. Have. You. Slept. With. Him.” He grits out between his teeth.
I can feel his breath fanning over my forehead. I peak my eyes up slightly so that I am looking into his, but my head is still faced toward the ground. I whisper so quietly that I am not sure he will hear me. “No.”
As soon as the word leaves my lips, Dean fists his hand in my hair and crushes his mouth to mine. He uses his other hand to pull my body against his.
God, I missed his mouth. He steps even closer and tries to push his tongue into my mouth when I come to my senses. I shove at his chest as hard as I can, and he pulls back. His chest and shoulders are rapidly rising and falling as he breathes hard. I look up into his eyes and they are pure lust. The deepest green I have ever seen them. He looks so sexy, and it just pisses me off more.
“What the hell do you think you are doing!” I shout at him while I feel my fists clench at my sides as I try to gain control of both my anger and my desire.
This is not who I am. I don’t cheat on my partners. I move my feet as fast as I can to get out of here
“Caroline! Wait!” Dean shouts towards me as I am walking out the room.
I whip around again and stomp toward him.
“Wait? Wait?” I yell back at him. “What am I waiting for Dean? For my boyfriend’s dad to convince me to be with him? Do you hear how messed up that sounds?”
My words seem to work as Dean cringes slightly. God, I still don’t understand how he can be Brian’s dad. My thoughts seem to make their way to my mouth before I can even stop them. “How are you even Brian�
��s dad? How old are you anyway?” I am still yelling even though I am not sure why. He just frustrates me so much.
Dean is still breathing hard, but he is just staring back at me. After a few moments of us just staring at each other, he realizes I wasn’t being rhetorical and I want a real answer.
“Thirty-five”
I process what he said. Thirty-five. No. That can’t be right. “But Brian is twenty-one.”
He continues to stare back at me without saying anything, and I realize he isn’t changing his answer. That means he was only 14 when he had Brian. He was probably only 13 when he had sex with Brian’s mom. For some reason, when Brian told me his parents had him when they were in highschool, I was imagining them being more like 17 or 18 and having him right before college. I thought Dean just didn’t want the responsibility of a child and wanted to live his college days normally.
Fourteen? No wonder he didn’t get to spend that much time with him growing up. He couldn’t have even had a job let alone a place for Brian to come stay with him.
I am still staring at him with my mouth hanging open but no words coming out.
He finally breaks the silence knowing what I am thinking. “I was a little shit.”
I let out a startled laugh. Some of the tension leaves the room, but then he continues and the ease I was just feeling dissipates. “My dad had more money than he knew what to do with. He would bring girls around the house alot. I was exposed to more things than an average middle-schooler.” He tries to make the last part sound like a joke, but I don’t laugh.
He can tell I am looking at him horrified thinking he was taken advantage of as a child, and so he quickly adds “Oh no. It wasn’t like that.” He shakes his head. “Let’s just say I had my first kiss at a very young age. Brian’s mom was one of my best friends, and I thought I was in love, so we took things too far.”
I am not sure why he is opening up to me so much but I don’t want him to stop, so I just give him a small smile urging him to continue.
“My dad was pissed when he found out. I was only 14, so it’s not like I had much say in what happened. My dad helped financially obviously, but he did not want a baby around the house, so me and Jenny decided it would be better if I only saw him on holidays and special occasions. When I turned 18, I took him for some weekends and vacations but as you know we never got too close since I missed a lot of him growing up.”
He runs his hands over his face and lets out a frustrated breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. No matter what, I will always love Brian and I want him to be happy. I shouldn't have crossed that line.”
The last part doesn’t sound very convincing so I raise an eyebrow at him in question. He continues. “You know what? I take that back. I’m not sorry. Why are you with him?”
My eyes widen in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“He’s being a little shit. Like father like son I guess. You wouldn’t have been at that bar if he wasn’t.” His voice raises a little at the end like he is angry that his son would have allowed me to go by myself on my birthday to some dive bar while he was off with some other girl. Best friends or not.
I am at a loss for words again. “I-...We-...We worked it out.” I breathe out.
He finally removes his stare from me and shakes his head at the ground. “Okay.”
It’s all he says, and then he quickly walks out of the kitchen and goes to his room shutting the door loudly behind him.
I stare at the closed door for a few minutes not knowing what to think or do. Finally, I take a breath and head to my own room to get ready for bed.
Chapter 6
I get out of the shower and slip on some pajama shorts and a tank. Brian texted me asking if it was alright if he went to a couple of bars with Jason and their friend Luke. I was somewhat relieved because there was no way I could have continued what Brian started on the couch tonight, but at the same time it hurt a little that he didn’t want to continue it. Maybe some time out without me will do good. We have been seeing a lot of each other since we’ve moved in together. Maybe a night out with the guys will help us reconnect once he’s back.
I lay on my bed, but I feel even more confused than before. I need to talk to Ally. I haven’t exactly been avoiding her, but we haven’t talked that much lately either. She thinks I just don’t want to discuss Brian ditching me on my birthday, but that is just because I haven’t told her about Dean yet. I am going to go crazy if I don’t talk to someone about it, so I turn over to grab my phone to call her and schedule a time to hang out. I just need some girl time with a few glasses of wine so we can discuss how dumb boys are and how they make us crazy.
I grab my phone off the nightstand as I sit up on my bed. I am about to call her when I see a notification that Jason posted to his story. Curious about what the guys are up to, I click on the video. I hear Jason yelling from behind the phone and can tell he is drunk. The video is of some girl doing a shot off of Luke’s lap. I roll my eyes. Typical Jason and Luke. I look back at the video, but then my eyes notice someone in the background. Maddison.
My mood instantly drops. It’s not like we haven’t all hung out together, and Maddison is friends with Jason and Luke too. It just bothers me that Brian acted like this was a night out with the guys. He never mentioned she would be there.
I see Maddison’s friend is tagged in the video, and I click on her profile. She also posted to her story. I click on the picture which is a selfie of her and her boyfriend, but what catches my eye is I can see Brian leading Maddison to the dance floor.
I can feel the anger rising in me and know I should stop looking, but when I see Brock in the background as well, I can’t help myself. Brock is a huge douche. Not really sure how he made his way into the friend group, but if anything fishy is going on, Brock will know and most likely post about it.
I click to his profile and hover over the story that was just posted 10 minutes ago. I close my eyes for a second and then click on it. My heart drops into my stomach.
I was expecting to see him and Maddison dancing together. I was imagining the fight we would have about how it wasn’t a big deal and they were just being silly and having fun.
I did not think I would be looking at a video of him with his tongue down her throat and his hands grabbing her ass as she grinds herself all over him. Brock is cheering them on from behind his phone. “Yeah man get it!”
I drop the phone onto my bed, and I can feel the tears starting to prick my eyes. I know if I let them come, I won’t be able to stop the sobs that follow.
That kiss definitely wasn’t their first. The way they were so comfortable together in a public place. God! Did he sleep with her on my birthday?
My breaths are coming in at a rapid pace, and it feels like a hole is being bored into my chest. I can’t cry. I am not going to cry over him.
Suddenly, instead of sadness, I feel nothing but pure rage. My hands turn into fists as I pace back and forth in front of my bed. “We’re just friends Caroline. Why can’t you understand that Caroline.” Ugh! I want to scream! I want to break something!
I don’t know how my legs carried me across the hall. Suddenly, I am in Dean’s room slamming the door behind me. My eyes look to his bed, but he is not there. I hear sounds coming from the bathroom and then the door opens and he walks out with a confused look on his face. “Caroline?”
My hands are still making fists over and over again at my sides, and my eyes are burning with anger at Dean even if my anger isn’t directed toward him exactly.
“Is everything okay?”
I don’t really hear the second part because my brain is still focused on the way he said my name. All deep and gravely. God! Why does he always have to say my name like that?
I march towards him somehow even more angry than I was before, and I grab his shirt around his chest into a ball and push him against the nearest wall. It’s not like I had the actual strength to move his body like that, but he seemed to know not to
fight me.
He looks down at my fist still twisted in his t-shirt and tries to talk. “What’s going o-”
Before he can finish, I am stepping up on his feet, wrapping one of my legs around his thigh, and crashing my lips to his.
It takes him a second to realize what is happening, but when I push my tongue against the seam of his mouth, he grants me access and he grabs my waist at the same time he groans into my mouth. A second later his arm sweeps under my ass, and I am lifted and slammed against the wall. Our kiss turns more frantic, and our hands are everywhere. He leans in, and I can feel his erection pressing into me which causes me to moan out.
“Fuck.” he whispers as he moves his lips from my mouth to my neck.
I feel like I need to take back control of the situation, so I push at his chest and drop back onto my feet. I grab at his shirt and pull it up. He gladly helps me get it off of him. I stare at his chest for a moment just gawking. Good god is there anything not perfect about this man? I scrape my nails over his nipples and follow them with kisses. Dean's breath speeds up a little.
I make my way down to his abs and slowly run my tongue up and down. “Caroline.” Dean whispers as his eyes slightly flutter shut. I then run my tongue along that perfect V line that leads to his growing cock.
“Jesus.” Dean groans and grabs me back up and slams his mouth to mine again. He is pushing us towards his bed as he grabs the hem of my shirt to bring it over my head. Once I throw it to the side, his eyes come down to my chest, and he realizes that I wasn’t wearing a bra. His breath catches, and then he breaths out “Fuck.”
His eyes are sweeping over my breasts, and I decide I want more of his gaze, so I hook my fingers in my shorts and pull them and my panties down in one swipe.
The second I step out of my shorts his hands are on me. His mouth goes to my breasts first, and he bites and licks one while his hand is kneading the other one. It causes me to release another moan. Dean continues to suck on my nipples, but his other hand comes down between my legs. His fingers lightly push in between my folds. “Jesus. Fuck.” Dean whisper-shouts almost angrily.
