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Myfingers press into her skin asIpull her closer.Iangle in so close my lips are only inches from her ear. “Tellme,Shae.Doyou ever think about me while you play with that pretty pussy?Doyou remember how my tongue felt between your legs?Howhard you came?”
Herlips part, breaths coming faster.
“BecauseIthink about it.Allthe fucking time.Doyou know how many timesI’vefucked my hand remembering how sweet you taste?Howmany timesI’veimagined how it would feel to slide my cock into you?”
Shetips her chin up, but her cheeks are flushed. “Whyare you saying this?”
“Becausebeing close to you and not being able to touch you is the farthest thing from easy.”
Sheshakes her head. “Idon’t understand why—”
“BecauseIcan’t.Wecan’t.Asmuch asImight fucking want to.”
Sheopens her mouth to reply, but snaps it shut and smiles her fucking beautiful smile instead.Myinsides twist because it’s not me she’s smiling at.Herfocus is over my shoulder, andIalready know whoI’llsee whenIturn.
Beau’sgrinning as he comes toward us.He’scarrying two beers, and he passes one to me, then slaps me on the back.
“Whatare you guys talking about?”
“Nothing.”Shaehooks her arm throughBeau’s, her eyes flicking to mine, then away. “Absolutelynothing.”
ChapterSixteen
Shae
“Cassiewantsto know if you want to go out with them tonight.”Beau’svoice echoes through my phone speaker.
HeandDevonare at another practice session, andI’mhome searching for inspiration.I’vealready finished their emails and uploaded a few photos and videos to their social media accounts.Ischeduled several interviews for both of them and blocked off their calendars in hopes of giving them both some breathing space.
Afterthat,Iset my easel up on the balcony again soIcould try to get these thoughts and feelings out of my head and onto the canvas.
Ithasn’t worked yet.Mymind is still full of chaotic emotions.Maybea night out is exactly whatIneed. “Sure, where are they going?”
“It’sa cocktail bar down on theMalibushoreline.”
Amuffled voice calls out to him then.
“Hey,” he says, “I’vegot to get back to the guys.I’llgiveCassieyour phone number and have her call you directly, okay?”
“Okay.Thanks,Beau.”
Wehang up, and a few minutes later,Cassiecalls.
“Idon’t know whyIdidn’t think to get your number sooner,” is the first thing she says afterIanswer.
Ilaugh. “That’sokay.Honestly,I’vebeen busy adjusting for the last couple of weeks, soI’monly getting some spare time now.”
“Perfecttiming, then.”Herresponse is bubbly. “DidBeautell you?We’regoing to have a man and baby-free night out at a bar down on the shore.Justus girls, a little alcohol, and all the time in the world to dance and chat.Doyou want to join us?”
“Thatsounds wonderful.I’dlove to.”
It’strue.Itdoes sound nice.Asmuch asIloveDevonandBeau, our friendship has sometimes made it hard to have close girlfriends.Andafter the two of them left,IdatedPhillipand…Well, anyway.It’ssomethingI’veoften feltIwas missing out on.
Maybenow is my chance to rectify that.Atleast whileI’mhere.Plus, gettingDevonout of my head for one night will do me good. “Justtell me where and what time.”
I’msmiling whenIend the call and turn my attention back to my painting, but it fades asItake in what’s in front of me.
Iguess itisreflective of what’s going on in my head.Smearsof gray and dark purple form the barely discernible face of a man.Thereisn’t enough detail to clue anyone else in to who it is, but it’s obvious to me.
