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“I saw the pictures,” Blake mumbles with a mouth full of eel. “Looks good. Innocent.”
Guilt wraps itself around my throat. A different picture flashes through my dirty mind, one where my fingers areinside Britney, and I’m fondling her nipples in a public place. A picture that could have been taken by an errant blogger, since I’d thrown caution to the wind like a complete imbecile.
I sigh again, forcing my mind to stay on the image Blake is showing me. Our hired photographer had managed to capture a photo of me and Britney at the restaurant, where it almost looked like we were enjoying our date. He’d “leaked” the photo to some blogs, and now, some of them have done a mini-profile on Britney, specifically on her little doe-eyed image.
“Yeah,” I say. “Everything about Britney portrays innocence.”
For a second, I want to kick myself for saying that. But when I spot the innocuous smile on Blake’s face, I realize that my statement doesn’t sound that awful. Even if what I’m thinking is far from innocent.
“Read some tweets from Janice today,” Blake grins. “The replies seemed torn. Some people still hate you, but a lot of people were telling her to get a life, since you’ve already moved on.”
“With any luck, she’s soon going to shut up completely. And then I can go back to . . .”
What? A life where I didn’t even have to see Britney except when she massages me? Wondering what it would have felt like if I allowed myself to be inside her?
My fingers ball into fists. It was the right thing to do. And yet, I hate the idea of never fooling around with her again, of never repeating what happened at the club.
Coils of heat spark in the pits of my chest. I’ve been going through these memories over and over, mostly while fisting my cock in the bathroom, and I’m still not able to put my finger on what exactly had happened.
Girls torturing me isn’t new. Every man has gone throughteenage years pining for one chick or another. When I got older, I always wanted the girl to taste her own medicine before I fucked her. But nothing had come close to how wild and revengeful I became with Brit. Intent on punishing her, I forgot about my own pleasure.
But it satisfied me. Thinking about her in that taxi, not wearing panties and dripping all over herself and her dress had made me hard on the ride back home. But not hard enough to damn it all to hell and go after her. Hard enough, though, for me to make myself come many times thinking of her.
I was exploring a completely different side of myself with Britney, the part that would starve himself for a woman he desperately wanted if it meant that she pined harder for him.
It’s a part of me I didn’t even know existed.
And I’m eager to find out more. With her.
It’s getting harder to smile at my best friend and talk about fake dating his sister. But he doesn’t let up yet.
“If you’re that desperate to go back to single life, dating Britney must be hell.”
My stomach tightens, unsure how to respond. If I agree with him, I risk offending him. If I go the other way and praise her too much, he might end up smashing me against the door.
“She’s okay,” I decide to deflect. “Still want to get back out to the dating world eventually.”
“Great,” Blake says with a titter. “Because my father is furious you’re fake dating.”
“Why the hell would he care?”
“Well, you know.” He shrugs. “Brit’s always been his baby girl. He’s mapped out her future since the day she was born. Maybe he’s hoping he’ll get to walk her down the aisle in a year or two, and “dating” someone with your reputation is going to spoil her chances.”
Brit desperately wants to get away from here. Maybe Blake is right. In one or two years, David might have found the perfect guy for her to marry. But Brit has her own plan.
When she said those words at dinner, I hadn’t given it another thought. But mulling over the fact that, in a few years, I’m never going to see her again feels wrong.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Soon, Janice will get over herself, and you’ll be free.”
“Sure.” Hopefully, Blake doesn’t say another word about Britney. Talking about her with him makes me feel like a creep.
“You ready for California?” Blake finally changes the topic, and I heave a sigh of relief. We are going to travel through Nevada and Arizona after that before returning back home.
“Yeah, I suppose.” I shrug. Instead of worrying about getting my practice in, a part of me is wondering whether Britney will be coming with us.
Blake seems to read my mind. “Brit and some other therapists are coming along. Maybe you guys can get some photos taken on another date.”
“Sure.” Thankfully, the screen of my TV lights up with the start of the game.
