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"Mmhmm. Yeah. So when you answer that question, I'll answer yours."
"I... am... staring... because..." I stall, searching for a lie.
I can't say the truth. I can't tell them that it's because being in Sophie's house with him mere feet away is reminding me of what we did in the basement a week ago. I can't say that every time he looks over and our eyes meet, that heat rushes through me, making me feel all types of ways I'm pretty sure I should not be while at a party with a diaper cake and fake poopy diapers onthe table. I can't say that I'm looking at him because I'm trying to come up with somewhere to sneak away to in this house to get fucked by him again.
Lexa tilts her head, as she crosses her arms, making me realize I still haven't answered her question. Well, really my damn question.
"I'm staring because he looks good as hell," I say. That at least is true.
My eyes drift to him as I speak the words, looking him over again. He's wearing a light blue button-down shirt, with the first few buttons undone, leaving the barest hint of a chest I've felt rubbing against me before, but too few times. His hair is down, and God, every single time he runs his fingers through it, pushing it back like it won't just fall into his face again, I wish so badly that I'd had a chance to feel it between my fingers.
His black pants hug his thighs just right, leading down to black shoes that are sexy as hell. Even his black belt is turning me on. His hand in his pocket turns me on too. Him looking my way once again right now has my pussy throbbing. Then the fucker winks at me.
"Did he just... wink at you?" Sophie whispers loudly. "Good God, just fuck and get it over with."
I swallow and look at Lexa and Sophie. They are way too close to figuring out that we are actually fucking.
"I'll have you know I am already having sex with someone," I tell them.
"Fucking." Lexa grins. "It's okay to say the word."
Oh, if she only knew.
"Well, we're at a baby shower." I point out. "So, I'll saysexfor now."
"Who?" Sophie demands. "And why are we just now hearing about it?"
"It's nothing serious. Just getting an itch scratched."
"Oh God, I hope it's more than that, or you're just wasting your time." Lexa chuckles.
"Is it good?" Sophie asks.
"It's great," I answer.
"What she means is, is whoever this mystery man is making you come at least three times every time he's between your thighs?"
I'm sure my face is turning red right now because I can see some older ladies behind Lexa turn around to look at us with shocked eyes. That happens a lot when Lexa's around. I love that part of her, though. Wish I had more of it. So I answer honestly.
"At least three times." I smile and begin laughing. Then my body stills at the voice behind me.
"Three?" Jackson speaks, then whistles. "Must be one hell of a guy. Or at least a well hung one."
Even though it suddenly feels like my mouth has gone dry and my pussy is even wetter, I look at him over my shoulder. "Jealous?"
He smirks. "Envious. Big difference."
"What's the difference?"
"Jealous means I want what the other person has without them losing it. Envious means I want to take it from them for myself."
"And you... want me?"
"I thought that was obvious, Charlotte."
"I am literally about to throw you guys in a room together and not let you leave until you've banged out whatever this is." Lexa points between me and Jackson.
Only, that wouldn't happen. Because if I'd still held any belief that fucking Jackson, having him carry out my fantasies a few times, would relieve this new need I've felt for him, then that would be thrown away by now. Because by now, I know that each time I get to feel Jackson inside of me only makes me want him more. I crave him with a need that is only growing larger within me, not shrinking.
