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Fucking Jared.
"Oh my god," I gasp as I scramble off Jared's lap. He still seems a bit dazed as his head rests against the back of the chair. His expression is the antithesis of how I feel right now. While he looks relaxed, I feel the urge to bolt.
Finally, he lazily lifts his head from the chair as I reach for my towel. "You're telling me," he says with a satisfied smirk on his face.
I wrap the towel around myself as tightly as I can, as if doing so could erase the image of my naked body from Jared's mind. But no matter how much regret I feel, it won't undo what just happened.
"We shouldn't have done that," I snarl, feeling the anxiety rise in my body. I hooked up with my brother's best friend. Not to mention, he's eighteen years older than me and has been friends with my family longer than I've been alive.
"You're probably right. But we did. So, let's just put it behind us," he says placidly.
"Why are you so calm about it?" I ask incredulously, not understanding why he isn't freaking out like I am.
"I'm not. I've really messed up by hooking up with you. But now, all I can do is pretend it didn't happen, so I don't make things worse," he says, finally standing up from his chair to gather his clothes.
Now that my mind isn't clouded by lust, I take in Jared's form. While he's always been fit, he's only gotten better with age, if the six-pack that makes up his torso is anything to go by. But I angrily snap myself out of it. This didn't happen. I never saw his naked body, which looks like an ancient master sculpted it, and I surely never felt him pound into me until I had one of the best orgasms of my life.
"Good. We'll just forget about it," I say, turning my nose up as I walk back to my room.
"Good," he replies casually, but I don't turn around. Instead, I slam the door shut, leaving Jared in the sitting area.
Once a solid wall separates us, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. What did I just do? While I can acknowledge Jared's good looks, I have never wanted him in this way before. Maybe it was because I was naked and could tell he noticed it, or maybe it's because I'm older, a lot hornier, and much less worried about what it means to sleep with someone.
But I should be worried, because what I just did was completely and utterly stupid. The worst part is that I can't avoid him. I'll spend the rest of my life around Jared and thinking about how we hooked up, and everyone else is none the wiser.
Fuck.
Quickly, I find clothes to put on, a simple white knitted sweater with a pair of light-wash jeans. Staying in this towel has done me no good. I need to calm myself down and keep it cool like Jared. How hard can it be to pretend like this didn’t happen? I only need to distract myself.
Grabbing my purse and slipping on my coat, I quickly leave the cabin, hoping to find something to help me keep my mind off what happened. Sitting at the resort bar is my best bet, so I head to the main building that houses it.
I don’t have to wait long for the bartender to approach me and ask what I’m drinking. I order a whiskey sour, hoping the drink will help dampen my anxieties.
I can’t go back there until I’m sure he’s gone to bed. I don’t want to run into him. At least, not for the rest of the evening.
Why did he do it? I’m sure Jared has never found me attractive or wanted to hook up with me. The divorce must have taken a real toll on him if he decided to do what he did. The worst part is that we still have three more days here, which I will have to dedicate to avoiding him.
Working to rid my mind of what happened is futile. Even after I’ve finished my drink, I only feel like my brain speeds up analyzing what happened. Not only why it occurred but the actual act. If only the sex had been bad, then maybe I wouldn’t be stuck thinking about it.
But it was spectacular. Jared’s age and experience proved to be beneficial while having me on his lap.
I have to talk to someone. Slipping from the barstool, I walk to a more secluded resort area and grab a seat.
Dialing the number, I wait for Kate to pick up.
While we don’t have the history that Jared and Tyler have, she’s easily my best friend. We didn’t meet until high school when we were on the volleyball team. But even after graduation, we always remained in contact despite her moving to Philadelphia for college and staying there.
“Well, it must be my lucky day,” Kate says once the line connects.
The easy banter is enough to put a smile on my face before it disappears as I try to come up with the words to tell her what I just did.
My silence on the phone prompts Kate to ask, “Hello?”
“I fucked Jared,” I blurt out, not knowing how else to phrase it.
Saying it out loud makes the whole thing so much more real. While I know we both agreed to try and forget it, something tells me I’ll have difficulty shaking that event from my mind.
“Run that by me again,” Kate says, the shock dripping from her voice.
