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“Doesn’t matter.”
“My father didn’t give a shit about me or my brothers,” he admitted. “He was an asshole.”
“You don’t take his calls?” I asked.
“He’s dead.” The way he said it, with a flatness of someone who wasn’t the least bit sad about it, revealed more about their father-son relationship than anything else. All four James brothers were good men. Nice. Kind. Gentlemen–at least Theo was until he… wasn’t. I had to wonder what made the guy so hated.
“So no.” I stood, forcing him to stand as well, or fall on his ass. “I’m sorry to hear about your father.”
He shrugged, going to the front door and grabbing his keys from the little side table where he’d dropped them when we came in, all hot and heavy. “I’m not. Ask Mav. Our dad fucked younger women. Like just legal. That messed with Mav over Bridget.”
I imagined.
“With Dex, it turns out the guy would drop him off at hockey practice and go off and fuck some of the moms. Or snack bar workers.”
I wrinkled my nose, thinking of an older guy skeeving on the college girls who worked at the winter complex.
“Silas? Not sure of his issues yet with the guy, but I’m sure they’ll surface one of these days when we drink too much.”
“And you?”
He shrugged. “My father was a narcissist, but he pretty much ignored me. I had it easy.”
Thinking of Cheryl, I wondered if being ignored would be so much better. I’d know where I stood then. Nowhere in her life. “I can’t just cut her off,” I said, switching back to Cheryl.
“Why not? She’s an adult.” His own experiences skewed his perspective. He wouldn’t understand because the situation wasn’t anything like his had been.
“Because… because…” I said again, not wanting to say it aloud. She was the one person who was supposed to offer unconditional love. I barely remembered Bridge’s parents before they died, but they’d been awesome. Then Lindy took over and pretty much raised me and Bridge together since my parents weren’t the greatest. I just… always hoped I was worth more to Cheryl than just being a piggy bank.
He must have sensed I wasn’t sharing more because he took my hand and pulled me in for a kiss.
A kiss!
I held on to his jacket as he took his time. This wasn’t hurried and it felt more intimate than the sex we just had. As if he was trying to soothe me with his mouth.
It was working. I felt safe with him. Not only was he in tune with me sexually, but he seemed aware of my needs, that I could seek comfort from him.
After some indeterminate time, he led me to his car. Kissing–and talking about our parents–was over. So was our time together.
Ten minutes later, I was well-sexed and opened my apartment door and saw my roommate and her boyfriend… getting well-sexed on the couch.
They came up for air and Maggie covered up her bare chest with one of the throw pillows.
“Mal! Hey!” She smiled and looked only a little embarrassed.
“Hi,” I said, turning toward the kitchen and grabbing a drink from the fridge. I heard them moving around in the other room and a second later, she came into the kitchen.
“Guess what?” she asked, grinning.
“You had an orgasm?”
She laughed. “Well, we were getting there, but this!” She stuck out her hand and showed me a ring. “We’re engaged!”
Nate, Maggie’s boyfriend, came in, slung an arm around her shoulder. He was shirtless and grinning.
I couldn’t help but smile at their happiness. A weird feeling came over me. Hot and sharp and oppressive, like jealousy and sadness. These two, fooling around and making out, loving each other, gettingengaged.Then there was me,getting sex three times in a row and dropped off at home right after. Anyone would have thought that instead of getting naked and lots of big dick from Theo, we’d innocently watched Dex play hockey on TV.
The sex had been intense, but Theo and I shared nothing like what was so blatant between these two.
