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“What makes you so sure?”
“You won’t last a week without thinking about fucking her again. I doubt you’ll last the night. And when you need another distraction, you’re going to choose me again because no matter how bad you want to deny it, you think fucking me will be like fucking her. I look forward to hearing you moan her name.”
“Goodnight, Molly.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Smith.”
I end the call, dropping my phone to my bed and grabbing my hard dick out of my pants. I need to finish. I don’t have a choice.
I run my hand up and down my shaft slowly at first, but that only lasts a moment. My eyes fall shut as I jerk my cock off faster. I’m too horny to care at this point. I try to keep my thoughts ambiguous, thinking about slamming my cock inside a wet pussy, thinking about tits bouncing, thinking about asscheeks clapping.
I try not to picture her, but there’s her eyes again staring back at me as I connect with her in a way I can only dream of. My muscles tense, and I finally get relief. Everything releases as my cum shoots out of my dick onto my stomach. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I pant, softly finishing off my cock as the rest of my cum drips outs of my dick.
Me:I hate you, Thea Marie.
Chapter 11
Nine Years Ago
Thea
Tears prick the corner of my eyes as I stare at the photo my mom posted of her and her step kids on their annual vacation at some resort. It’s been years since I’ve had to talk to her, so you’d think I would have removed her from social media by now. I can’t though. If I erase her from my life, then she wins. So there she sits on my screen like I’m living some kind of weird alternate reality.
I lock my screen, pressing the volume up on my headphones. She’s not going to take this day from me. I’m here. I’m alive. This day is for me. There’s nothing she can do to take that from me.
“Oh shit,” I say, grabbing the spoon to stir my pasta before it boils over.
I tune the world out, zoning into my music. I slide across the kitchen floor to the fridge with my fuzzy socks. What started out as humming while cooking turns into a full blown concert with impeccable dance moves that mostly consist of banging my head with my arms swinging in the air.
I top it off with an extra spicy spin, but I’m met face to face with Mack, biting his lip with eyebrows raised, trying not to laugh. I’m about to rip my headphones off, but he grabs my handand twirls me around, singing just as loudly and much more off pitch than me even though he can barely hear the music.
I push at his chest, stepping back and showing off how much better I am. He accepts the challenge going all in until we’re just a couple of crazy people flailing around like maniacs. I’d say I am close to winning this dance off when his elbow connects with my jaw.
His eyes open wide as he reaches out and cups my face. “Oh my God! Are you okay?” he asks, half concerned, half laughing.
“Ow, fuck!” I cry, pulling away and rubbing my jaw. Did it hurt? Yes. Am I completely better now? Also yes.
He can tell. He always can tell. “You little shit,” he says, pulling me into a bear hug.
I inhale deeply, just resting there for a few moments. He kisses the side of my head. “I’m sorry, Thea Marie.”
I give him a soft smile before he steps back. “I think I’m going to have to lock you up. If the rest of the world sees all that talent, they are going to take you away from me.”
I turn the stove off, draining my spaghetti over the sink. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think you deserve exclusive access?”
The doorbell rings before he has a chance to answer. “Oh, Kristi’s here,” he says, jogging over to the door.
“What? Why?” The question is out of my mouth before I have a chance to think about it.
He gives me a confused look as he takes the last few steps to the front door. “Because I invited her?”
I pour the jar of pasta sauce over my spaghetti, trying to play it off. “I was supposed to have the place to myself tonight. Why are you even here?”
“Tough luck!” he says over his shoulder as he grabs the door handle. “You can still have the TV in the living room. We’ll be in my room.”
An overwhelming feeling of disgust comes over me, and I desperately try to swallow it down. It’s not working though. I know I’m staring death glares at her. God, living with him has made my feelings for him so much fucking worse.
Thank fuck this is only temporary. Declan, Mack, and Trevor are all subleasing this house until school starts in the fall, so we’re all living together for three months. They all try to hide it from me, but I know Trevor is paying only half what the other two guys are for rent. They tried not to charge him at all, saying there’s a couple rooms anyway so we could stay here, but Trevor insisted on paying. They wanted to make sure he had enough money to support us both during school.
