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"It's a rechargeable one, but the cord fried. Now I have to order another one and wait for it to come in."
He uncomfortably scratches his cheek as he processes what I've said. I'm hoping to finally make him snap.
"You could help me out until it arrives?" I wager, ignoring the TV show on the screen and hoping he will too.
"Kate..." His deep warning tone sends shivers down my spine.
"I can't help that my hormones are going wild right now. It’s nearly impossible to get myself off anymore. What would you rather have me do? Ask you or some stranger at a bar?"
"You're not going to a bar at six months pregnant."
"Well, I wouldn't drink! I'd just find the first lonely man and ask him to take me home and fuck me raw."
"That's not happenin' either." His jaw ticks as he stares me down. "You're tryin' to push my buttons."
"That’s not true." I flash him an innocent smile. "You haven't gotten laid since we stopped havin’ sex, so I know you probably need it too," I add.
"I've gone longer than that."
"So what do you do in between? Jerk off in the shower? Or are you a whack off in a sock kinda guy?"
"Jesus Christ, Kate." He repositions himself on the couch as if he's waging a war with himself.
"It's just a question. You don't gotta get all squirmy."
He licks his lower lip as if he's contemplating what to do. I'd almost feel bad, but I know he wants this too. We've been dancing around each other for far too long, and my body misses his touch. Having him watch last month wasn’t enough to make him crack, so I’m trying a different strategy.
After seeing how easy he fits in with my family and how great we’d be together, I'm tired of ignoring it. And I know he has to be too.
"What if you just give me your hand, and I'll use it on myself instead?"
"You can't use your own?"
"I can't reach down there as easily anymore. I have this whole baby bump thing goin' on, which is why I needed my vibrator."
"I guess you'll just have to wait until your new cord arrives."
My eyes lower to his groin as he noticeably gets hard. He can fight this all he wants, but he's craving it too.
"That’s not fair because you can easily go take care of yourself," I explain, and he instinctively adjusts himself.
"Kate, what's this really about?"
"I want you, Payton." I spell it out slowly. "And I want you to fuck me."
"We set rules, remember?"
"We’ve already broken two rules."
His jaw ticks. "And would we still be just friends after?"
"That depends. Is that what you would want?"
"I'm asking you what you want."
"I want you to kiss me..." And then fuck me six ways to Sunday.
It's been a month and a half since we kissed in front of my mom, and I haven't stopped thinking about it. I felt the way he poured everything he had into it, and I ached for more when we broke apart.
