While Edison examined the back of the record, I examined him. I don’t know where all this pent-up sexual energy was coming from, but it was loud and persistent.Just stick your tongue in his mouth. Or better yet drop to your knees and let him know you’re with the shits. I just know it’s thick and heavy, I just know it.
I reached under his T-shirt to tug on the loop of his jeans. “Edison?”
“Yep?” His eyes finally moved from the record to me, pinging across the longing desire in my face.
He dropped the record and in one seamless motion grabbed my right leg, hoisting me into his arms. My thighs tightened around his waist. When his lips found mine, the kisses were frantic and unexpected. Neither of us had planned for this, but we both appeared eager to make this our new reality. We sunk to the couch with me straddling him, never breaking contact. His hands were everywhere, my neck, my breast, my hair.
Edison’s kisses slowed as he pulled back to take stock of my reaction. “What the fuck?” he whispered before going in for round two. We laughed between kisses. As my hips floated over his lap, I felt him come to life underneath me. The impressive bulge made the movement of my hips accelerate. Edison pulled off my shirt, plunging his face into my breast. His mouth suckled and teased as his teeth gently clamped down on my nipple.
If I didn’t reel this in now, I would devour this man and beg for seconds. “Edison, slow down.” I panted, breathless from the kissing and my mind rolling over the possibility of us.
“Yep.” He backed off a bit, his hands still roaming.
“You’re drunk and I feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” I said.
He chuckled, grabbing hold of my ass so I could feel every inch of him. “Shit … use me.”
“Okay.” Rubbing my finger across his lips, I went in for more kisses. I was tired of thinking and ready for an out-of-body experience. Since commitment meant nothing, I was well with in my rights to fuck whoever I wanted. Chap already was. I was just catching up. But did I want to get up to speed with Edison as my tour guide? He didn’t deserve revenge sex. Sex with Edison always seemed like a sacred act. Which is why we’d never done it. Growing up it was clear he liked me, and I didn’t want to give him false hope.
“I have a boyfriend, ex-boyfriend … it’s complicated,” I blurted out.
All movements stalled and Edison’s eyes were clear as the night sky. He removed me from his lap, leaning back into the couch cushions.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve mentioned that sooner.”
“Yeah, you should have… it’s okay.” He rubbed his forehead. I reached for his face, caressing his cheek. He quickly grabbed my hand and returned it to my lap. “Probably best you don’t stroke my cheek while my dick is pressing through my jeans.”
I nodded in agreement. “Do you want me to help you with that?”
His eyes grew wide.
“Oh my God, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just going to change up the imagery. Remember Ms. Applegate with the gold teeth and tangled wig. Think about her and I bet you that hard on will disappear.”
“You should probably go. Away from here. Take my truck. I’ll swing by in the morning and pick it up.”
My face fell, disappointed that he was asking me to leave. But I deserved it. If my senses hadn’t kicked in, I would have fucked Edison, which would be wrong. Right? Chap was technically my boyfriend. But if you asked Chap, apparently, we were in an open relationship. Because he fucked another woman behind my back … until it was right in front of my face.
“Yep, that makes sense.” I stood, heading for the front door.
“I’d walk you out but?—”
“It’s totally fine. Get well soon.” Edison flashed me a crisp middle finger. I mean it was the straightest finger in the history of middle fingers. Scooping up his keys, I headed out.
In his car on the way home. I ran through the turn of events. Why did I have to open my big mouth? Don’t get me wrong, I was hoping to open my mouth tonight, but I was looking to have Edison’s dick inside it, not my foot. Who were we kidding? This wasn’t the first time Chap cheated; this was just his first time getting caught. He didn’t deserve me or my loyalty, and he didn’t deserve Whiskey Wild.
My phone rang, so I pulled over to the side of the road. Chap had been calling and texting me for most of the night. If he wanted to talk, I’d give an him earful. “Look here you stupid son of a bitch. You must think I’m an idiot. How long have you been fucking around on me? ‘I love you Fancy. You’re the only one for me. You make me want to be a better man.’ Hmm. The next time I see you I’m kicking you square in the balls. YOU FUCKING ASSWIPE.”
“Fancy?” A meek voice broke through on the other end.
“Who is this?”
“It’s Moniece.”
I facepalmed into my hand. “I’m sorry.” I was saying that a lot tonight.
“I totally understand.”
“Is everything alright?”
