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Kat turns to face me with her head cocked.
“Lake gave us tickets. Colin's been struggling with this new Indian cuisine that someone in the complex has been attempting to cook. He had a moment. I made a decision.” I shrug, then finish off my glass.
“Damn,” Katia shakes her head. “You're so lucky to be working with all this fine-ass meat.” She sighs, turning to watch the screen. “The perks of the job.”
“Pickle and Colin were supposed to be there,” Colin repeats.
“I heard, Col.” she sighs sympathetically. “That's alright though. That's the best thing about football...there are so many games.” She smiles at him, then stands and walks toward the kitchen. “You hungry buddy? I can whip up some of that baked macaroni and cheese you love.”
She turns her face to find mine and shoots me a wink. My body fills with warmth.
When I met Kat as the divorced psychiatric nurse at the facility where Eric dropped Colin off, I'd never in a million years thought she'd become one of my closest friends and someone I could trust entirely. She was everything I didn’t realize I needed. Someone who just gets it.
I sit back against the couch as the Chicago Bears kick off the second half of the game. Katia finishes the mac and cheese for Colin, giving him his vintage truck gift before we pop open the second bottle of wine.
I've been staring at the TV screen, attempting to get into the game, but all I see is Lake. On the sidelines, in the half-time interview, he's all over that screen as they cut to him after a few plays. He stands there clapping on his teammates, looking handsome as all hell.
All I see is him, and all I can think about is the way those masculine hands wrapped around my braids, pushing my head towards his cock to finish him off. I feel a pulse in my clit at the thought of his firm aggressiveness that made me damn near whimper in delight, needing to clench my back teeth to ward off the memory.
While I’m trying to think of anything else, my phone vibrates on the wooden end table with a text.
Lake:Where's my girl?
The wine must've gotten to those butterflies because there is no other reason I'd feel a light flip in the compartment down below to words that aren't meant for me. Not in the way I hoped they could be. He probably calls everyone his girl.
“Is it him?!” Katia shrieks, looking from my hand to my eyes and back.
She settles herself on the other side of the couch, crossing her legs and facing me now. I look at the message, then at her, and then back at my phone again.
“Who's him?” I ask, curious who she thinks I'm talking to.
I haven't divulged in my intimate moments with Lake to anyone. I basically skirt around me being his therapist as best I can, keeping it super casual. Somehow, accidentally placing my mouth around his penis doesn't seem like good therapy practice for a professional.
“Ashton, silly!”
I laugh, watching as Ashton completes a play on the screen before us. “Pretty sure he isn't texting while catching.”
She never stops. Her obsession with me and Ashton hooking up is constant.
“Well, I know he'll be calling later to meet up. You said he always does when he's in town.”
“You need to chill your tits, woman. It's not like that.”
“Please! He's always understood your life better than anyone. He loves Colin, and Colin loves him. He's so fucking nice, has that sexy blonde buzz cut, and have you seen those arms? Tree trunks.”
I gasp, scolding her with my eyes. “Kat.”
All I can think about are the arms on the other team’s guy. The ones that feel so strong when they’re holding me down.
“The pickings aren't great when you hit my age. I don't care if he's damn near fifteen years my minor. I'd violate the fuck out of him and enjoy every second of that sentence I'd serve.”
“Kat!” I laugh.
“I don't want to hear it anymore. The excuses, the friendship bullshit. Cross that line. Be a ho for once in your life. It's liberating.” She shrugs, taking another sip of wine.
Oh, if only you knew how much I understood that.
I look back down at my phone and respond to Lake.
