Chapter Eighteen #2
She sighs. “I swear, I hope they’re out getting drunk because Kev needs to loosen the hell up... live a little. He’s been so busy with work, stressed to the max, and then he comes home with a stick up his ass. But if he’s buzzed, I know he’ll go down on me tonight. He can’t not when he’s tipsy.”
Amber and I both laugh.
“Excuse me, Kev needs to relax? Hello, I’m married to the king of structure and responsibility.” Amber lifts her glass and drains what’s left. “I’d kill for Jeff to actually let loose. Sure, he’ll have a drink or two, but never enough to really relax. Never enough to just let go and be free.”
They both turn to me, expectantly.
“What?” I ask, innocently.
“Come on, you can’t bitch about one thing with Jensen?
” Megan says. “I know you haven’t been together for years, but Jesus, you’ve lived together for what, like a year and a half now?
” She raises a brow. “Do you guys even argue? It’s like you’re fucking perfect.
Probably still have sex every day too.” She rolls her eyes and takes another sip of wine.
“Honestly? We don’t really argue,” I say with a shrug.
“A few disagreements here and there, but Jensen’s easy to get along with.
He’s good at balancing work and life. He makes time for me, plays basketball to unwind, goes on runs.
” I reach for more popcorn. “I don’t know…
we just make a really great team, you know? ”
“Yeah, we know,” Megan mutters, though she’s smiling. “And we’re jealous as hell.”
Amber shoots Megan a playful look. “Give it time, Meg. They won’t be perfect forever.” She flashes me a teasing grin.
“Stop… You both have great relationships. You’re just in a different phase of life than us. I mean, you do have kids, for one.”
Megan laughs. “We know. We’re just giving you shit.”
“More like living vicariously through you.” Amber says, then turns to me. “Okay, serious question, though. How often do you two have sex?” She leans in close to Megan. “Do you remember when we used to have a lot of sex? Before kids came along and murdered our drive?”
“Yes,” Megan groans dramatically, before shifting her gaze back to me.
“No, but really. I can’t believe I haven’t asked you this before…
probably because I don’t want to know about my brother’s sex life—but also, I kinda do.
” She grins. “So? How often? And don’t lie.
I know Jensen doesn’t need to be drunk to go down on you.
” Her eyes widen. “Wow, that sounded pathetic out loud.”
They both stare me down, waiting.
“I don’t know. It depends on the week,” I say with a shrug. “Just kind of varies with life and work and what’s going on.”
Megan immediately shakes her head. “Nope. Not good enough. We need numbers, Al. Details. We need this.”
I sigh, my cheeks warming. “Fine. I don’t know… probably four or five times a week?”
Megan’s brows shoot up, and Amber’s eyes go big as they exchange a look. “That’s like… almost every day.”
“I know,” Megan says, glancing back at me. “Okay, but how often does he go down on you?”
I laugh, covering my face for a second. “I don’t know… when he feels like it. Which is a lot.”
Amber groans playfully. “God, I remember when we used to have sex that much.” There’s a hint of nostalgia in her voice. “To be fair, we still do it two or three times a week, but I’m not as horny as I used to be, and I wish I was. I probably need to get my hormones checked.”
Megan laughs. “And I remember when Kev used to come home on his lunch break just to go down on me. God, I need my kids to be in school full-time. My libido finally came back full force, but now we’re never alone.
” She sighs. “That’s why I just wanna get drunk tonight with you ladies, let Kev get drunk too, and let alcohol work its magic.
I love drunk sex. It makes me feel like a sex goddess. ”
I’m about to chime in, when my phone buzzes in my lap.
Jensen
Babe, come down here. We’re having so much fun. Matt’s buying shots.
Jesus. More shots?
Jensen
I fuckin love you, babe. You’re the best. Best ass too.
Best road head giver too.
Sorry. Shots are hittin me.
I bite my bottom lip, smiling. He’s clearly had a few, but even out with the guys, drunk as can be, I’m still the number one thing on his mind. It’s definitely a turn-on.
I hope he gets home soon. Hopefully not too drunk, though—because drunk sex hits different when one person’s sober. It’s good, but it can be a lot.
There was one night, after one of Matt’s parties, when Jensen had been pretty drunk.
I’d only had a beer, but when we got home…
damn. The sex was hot—messy and a little sloppy—but oh, so good.
He couldn’t finish, though. It just kept going and going, until finally, I had to laugh and tell him, “Okay, let’s pick this up in the morning. ”
But even then, he was still so Jensen—sweet, determined, focused only on me. God, when he’s had a few? The things that man says in bed—mouth like a dirty poet, and hands that know exactly what to do.
I shift on the sofa, heat winding low in my stomach, pooling between my thighs just thinking of him whispering in my ear. Holy hell. I need him to come home.
Jensen
I’m so lucky. Like. Luckier than anyone. You’re pretty. Also Matt is dumb.
Did I already tell you what a great ass you have? I think your butt is the best. The best buttttttttt.
I let out a laugh, and the girls glance over at me. “The guys are drunk. Jensen’s probably one drink away from a real shitty tomorrow.”
“Typical Jensen. Never knows when to stop.” Megan smiles into her wine glass, taking a sip like what she said is nothing more than a harmless observation.
Her comment grates, but I force a smile, my stomach tightening in a way I can’t explain.
Sure, Jensen’s had his fair share of drunk nights, who hasn’t? But he knows when to stop. He’s always been good at that. He rarely even gets a hangover.
He’s fine.
I cross my arms, trying to shrug off the unease crawling up my spine. “He knows his limits,” I say, maybe a little too firmly.
Megan scoffs. “Ah, I forget you never met pre-thirties Jensen.”
“Well, he hasn’t been in his thirties that long. You’re saying three years ago he was just a complete shit show?” I ask, my defenses rising.
Megan glances over at me, brows raised like she hears the edge in my voice. “No… I’m just saying he’s been known to overdo it. But I guess we all did before we got married. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve just seen him at his worst, but that was a long time ago.”
I nod like I’m letting it go, but my chest stays tight—a little seed of something from Megan’s words planting itself deep within me. I take a breath, forcing my shoulders to relax. “Okay. Well thanks.” I gesture toward her bag, needing a shift in conversation. “What did you buy?”
A grin spreads across Megan’s face as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a monster dildo—a full-on, human-looking penis with a suction cup on the back. I blink at it, wide-eyed.
“This sticks to the shower wall. I’ve got one similar already, but this baby has all the bells and whistles.
It vibrates and rotates—the whole works.
I’m sooo excited to try it. Kev’s been traveling a lot for work, and this is gonna do me right.
” She smirks so smugly you’d think she already took it for a test drive.
Amber tries to not laugh. “That’s a pretty girthy dick, Meg.”
“Just the way I like it, Amber.”
Amber holds up a fist, motioning upward. “That’s basically a fist.”
Megan’s brows raise. “Which is exactly what I want. No one wants a pencil dick. You’ve gotta feel him enter, you know?” She looks at me, eyes narrowing. “Don’t tell me you’re both settling for subpar. Are my brothers not bringing the goods?” She pauses. “Wait… actually, I don’t want to know that.”
“Oh! Too late. You asked.” I say laughing. “Just so you know, Jensen’s dick is perfect. Good girth, good length. It’s just right. Not too much, not too little.” I grab a handful of popcorn, tossing a piece in my mouth. “Now let’s start the movie.”
“Good idea,” Amber says, getting up to turn off the lights.
Megan points the remote at the TV and hits play. We all settle in, shifting positions and pulling blankets tighter around us as the movie starts.
We get quiet—no more teasing, no more sex talk—just the three of us, popcorn, a bottle of wine, and a good movie.
It’s so cozy here. And as much as I hate winter, I could get used to being holed up here for a couple of weeks a year, especially if Jensen and I had the place to ourselves.
I totally get why Matt’s parents come here so often.
It’s snowing again, and with the giant windows and the fire flickering—reflecting in the glass—it’s absolutely stunning.
About thirty minutes into the movie, I pull out my phone and text Jensen. Mostly to check on him, but also to see where he is on the drunk meter, and when I can expect him.
Get home ASAP. I’m horny.
His response is immediate.
Jensen
FUUUUUUCCCCK. Cummmmming.
I shake my head, grinning. He always says cumming anytime I ask how long he’ll be or where he is.
Hurry.
Jensen
K. But have to find guys. I’m ddurnk.
I know. Just cum home ASAP. Need you.
And your dick.
A second later, he sends a GIF of a fire hydrant shooting out water, and I laugh out loud.
“Sorry,” I say, glancing at the girls.
I silence my phone and turn my attention back to the movie, already plotting how I’m going to take advantage of him when he gets home.