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“He’s not taking her back,” Easton said, leaning back in his chair and draining his Pepsi. “We talked about it last night. Neither of us could sleep.”
My awareness spiked. I tried to casually glance at Easton without rearing back like a stepped-on snake. “What’d you talk about?”
“I think she saw me. I had my dick out and was jacking off, and I could feel her looking at me, watching me.
“Did it turn you on, having my wife watch you?”
“Fuck, E—I wanted to open that door and join you. When she was on all fours, your belt in her mouth…”
“You should have. We could have taken turns on her. You won’t believe her tight pussy, the way it clenches you. And she loves getting fucked, Aaron. You have no idea how dirty my wife can get.”
I shifted in the seat, pushing my mound against the hard edge of the wooden chair. The ridge of it drug along my clit and if was socially acceptable, I’d hump this thing like an animal in heat.
“He’s done with her. Emotionally finished.” Easton droned on, oblivious to my fevered condition. “Especially with the way she’s acting—which is completely dismissive about her actions. She hasn’t apologized once, or seemed to care about his emotional well-being. Plus, he’s checked their security cameras, and last night Becca never came home, so she must have stayed at that guy’s place.”
“The bitch,” Chelsea said with almost gleeful pleasure. “I hope he throws her out on the street.”
“Actually…” Easton frowned. “That house was built on her parent’s land. Remember? That was their wedding gift to them?”
I forgot my rampant fantasy in the memory of what Aaron’s sprawling house used to look like—an overgrown field on the outskirts of Miami. Their home had been Aaron’s passion project—the gorgeous plantation home built between jobs, his weekends spent transforming the flat and swampy acreage. “What does that mean? Does that matter?”
“I don’t know.” Easton rubbed the back of his neck and bit into a potato wedge. “They’re working through that and the business with a mediator. Neither one of them wants to get attorneys involved.”
I hated the thought that all of his hard work on that house could go to her.
E hunched forward over his plate. “His mom came back this weekend. I told him he could move in with us until he figured his shit out.”
His words hovered in the air above the table. I chewed slowly, a sour tangerine popping on my tongue. Stay with us? No. No. NoNoNoNo No.
“But…” I set down my fork. “Maybe he needs his mom’s support. It’s a tough time for him. Plus, I have all of that Christmas stuff in the guest room. It’s a lot of stuff…” I ended weakly. Easton tilted his head at me as if I’d gone insane. Even Chelsea lifted her attention from her food.
“I can move it to the garage. That’s where it should be anyway. And you’ve met Mama D.” He didn’t have to elaborate. I had met Mama D. I’d met her, been crushed in a hug by her, and left her house ten minutes later with enough advice to write a book, and two Tupperware containers full of food. She was well-intentioned, but had the subtlety and boundaries of Dr.Phil on acid. “Do you have an issue with him staying with us?”
“Of course not. Why would I?” I sent out a silent plea to the universe to send me back a well-thought-out and perfectly reasonable excuse why Easton’s best friend couldn’t shack at our place while his life fell apart.
No such excuse came. I stuffed another forkful of salad into my mouth and chomped through it.
“It looks like they can fit us in at three-thirty,” Chelsea announced, looking up from her phone. “Easton, you and Aaron want in on massages too?”
“Nah, I think we’ll stick to the tables.” Easton leaned forward and tapped my hand, getting my attention. “If you don’t want him to stay with us, just let me know.”
I was acutely aware of Chelsea, the hum of the neighboring tables, and Aaron approaching quickly from the left. I forced a smile and met Easton’s eyes. “No, it’s fine. Seriously.” In my stomach, the bits of chicken and lettuce churned as anxiety grew.
Anxiety… and something else. I took a sip of water and placed a hand on my stomach, trying to place the discomfort and hoping like hell that it wasn’t excitement.
15
There are some things your husband should never know. My mother’s words echoed in my mind as I watched Easton pull open the sliding glass door and step onto the balcony, joining Aaron at the rail. Together, they looked over the Vegas view, and I felt a pull of longing at how handsome they both were. Easton turned to Aaron and laughed, his hand clapping on his shoulder with affection.
