AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The mirror at Dirty Angels showed all my flaws today. The loose flab at my waist, the jiggle of my thighs. My hair was wilder than ever, a cascade of ginger matting, and my face was beetroot pink. Miss fucking Piggy. I stopped and grabbed a towel.
“What’s eating you, Figi?”
Cara looked as flawless as ever.
“Is it that obvious?”
“A little.” She smiled. “Jason?”
“That obvious, too?”
“Need an ear?” She dropped herself on a bench, patted the space next to her.
I hoped I didn’t stink as I sat myself down. “Jason and I had a threesome, last night.”
“Doesn’t look like it went so well.”
“That’s the thing,” I said. “It was amazing. Painful, but amazing.”
“Two at once? Yeah, that’s going to leave a bit of a burn,” she grinned. “So, what’s the problem?”
Chocolate eyes encouraged me. “The other guy asked me if I could bring my friends. You and Raven. Turns out they’d been watching me,usoutside the club, before I’d even met Jason, before I’d even given him my number.”
“Really? Yikes!”
“It’s creepy, isn’t it?”
She tipped her head back and forth, weighing it up. “Does he make a habit of it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Creepy but I suppose it’s not unexpected. Can’t blame a guy for hunting you out, Firecracker. I’m sure you made an impression.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “Anyone else would tell me he’s a crazy stalker guy and I should run a mile.”
“Almost certainly,” she laughed. “I guess my sense of normality is slightly skewed. Do you want to run a mile?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“So don’t. If you trust him, that is.” She put a hand on my knee, and shivers of last night came back to grab me. “Sex is weird, Figi. Intense sex, I mean, dirty sex. Sex that gets you, right in the dark, dirty, primal heart of you. That kind of sex pulls you in deep, breaks down barriers, makes youfeel, even when it doesn’t make any sense. That kind of sex can make you fall for someone, hard, beyond all reason, because the place it takes you... it’s something else. Something beautiful.” Her eyes glazed, and then cleared. “Sorry. Too much.”
I floundered, struggling for words. “Shit.”
“Overshare,” she said. “Whoops.”
“No, no!” I put my hand on hers. “That’s exactly how it feels.”
“Thought it might.”
“What do I do? I don’t even know him, never seen him. He’s married, and dirty, and a great fucking lay. Whatever we’re doing can’t last.”
“Do you want it to last?”
Her question churned around my stomach. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
She touched her head to mine. “Stop overthinking it. Things will work out, one way or another. It’ll burn out, when the time’s right.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
