Page 85 of Over Time Advantage

We immediately pull our lips away from each other. I turn my head to the person in his house. I’ve never met her before, but I know it’s Ginny. I take her in closely for the first time. She’s attractive but has overdone it with the cosmetic procedures. She’s basically what every woman fears happening if you hit the Botox, fillers, and plastic surgery a little too hard.

Jett physically deflates and quietly whispers to me, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper back as I slide down his body until my feet hit the floor in the small puddle quickly forming below us.

Ginny’s eyes immediately find and then widen at the massive bulge in his pants. I quickly step in front of him to block her view. He wraps his arms protectively around my chest. Oh, right, I’m in a white lace bra that’s probably see-through at this point.

She fidgets nervously. I’m sure she’s embarrassed, so I try to smooth things over. “Hi. I’m Fallon. You must be Ginny. Sorry for the circumstances, but it’s nice to finally meet you. Jett has told me so many nice things about you.”

Okay, not totally true, but we’re all adults here. No need for this to be ugly.

She smiles tightly…I think. It’s hard to tell with her unnaturally puffy lips. “I’m Ginny. So sorry to intrude. I kept knocking, but then the rain got harder, so I just walked in.” Her eyes then move down to try to find his bulge again.

What the fuck? I guess if I had that monster cock for all those years, I’d miss it too, but stop being so obvious. Back off, lady, he’s mine now.

Jett squeezes me tightly. “No problem. Gin, this is my girlfriend, Fallon Montgomery. Fallon, this is Ginny.”

“Girlfriend?” she asks in clear surprise. Her finger toggles between us. “How long has this been going on?”

“Not that it’s your business,” Jett answers in an obviously annoyed tone, “but a few months.”

“Does Pierce know?”

“Of course not. I would never introduce him to someone without consulting you first. Is everything okay? Why are you here?” he asks with a bit of attitude and indignation in his voice.

The tension is palpable. I thought they were amicable. Why do I feel like a teen getting caught making out with my boyfriend?

She turns and points toward a big green garbage bag sitting at the front door. “I brought over the sleeping bags and air mattresses for the campout tomorrow night. Pierce said you needed them.”

“Right,” he says as if just realizing she has a legitimate reason to be here. “I very much appreciate it.” He looks out the window. “I think the rain is dying down a bit,” he offers, not bothering to mask the implication that it’s time for her to leave.

She nods. “Okay, I’m heading out. I…also wanted to ask you to get an extra ticket for Kennedy’s home opener. It’s…for a friend.”

“No problem,” he responds without bothering to ask any follow-up questions, clearly just wanting her gone.

Ginny looks like she wants to say more but doesn’t. Instead, she turns her attention to me. “Nice to meet you. Have a good night.”

I force a small smile. “You too.”

As soon as the front door closes behind her, Jett exhales a long breath of relief. “Fuck. That was awkward. Sorry about that. I didn’t know she’d be coming over tonight. Pierce never mentioned it.”

I turn and look up at him. “I thought you two were amicable?” I ask.

“We are.”

“That’s amicable? You could have cut the tension with a knife.”

He shrugs. “We’re amicable in that we get along for the sake of our son. We’re not friends like you and your ex. Plus, you’re in a sexy bra. I thought you might be embarrassed. I wanted her out as soon as possible.”

“Why was she staring at your dick?”

He scrunches his face. “She was not.”

“She was. I’m a woman. Trust me, she was. I get missing it—you’ve got a lot going on down there—but it was weird.”

He sighs as he pulls away from me before running his fingers through his wet hair. He paces a bit before looking at me with sad eyes. “When we were married, I had…performance issues.”

“Huh? What kind of performance issues?” What the hell is he talking about?