Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Peyton
Owen feeds me from the diner we parked behind and then drops me back off at the shopping plaza. I turn my phone back on and ignore the tremendous amount of messages piling up. Calling Brit, I walk towards the coffee shop I saw when we drove by.
“Where are you?” she hisses as soon as she picks up. “You just left me. Jacob is blowing up my phone, and I don’t know what to say or where you went.”
I bite down on my tongue to swallow down the first retort because I haven’t given Jacob much thought to be honest, but her bringing him up makes my anger surge.
“I just… had to do something for myself. I’m at the coffee shop. Are you done?”
She’s silent for a moment and then sighs, telling me she’ll be there in twenty. Ordering a small iced mocha, I settle into a single chair along the windows. The town is beautiful as I watch people go about their life, but the excitement of being here is long gone. I’m not sure what I want to do, but I feel lost.
My phone vibrates on the table and I groan, not wanting my small moment of peace to be disturbed, but knowing I’ll have to face the music eventually.
Jacob
WTF
anwser me
PEYTON anwser
Y is ur phone off
PEYTON WTF ANWSRR ME!!!!
Brit phone off 2 wats goin on?????
Rolling my eyes, I skim through the rest of his constant spamming. I wasn’t even gonna bother listening to any of his voicemails, but I know he only reached out to Brit to align their stories. I pause when I get to the unsaved number attached to my newest text.
Unknown
Should I grab you a morning after pill?
My lips curl into a smile, and my sore pussy throbs with the reminder of his cum still leaking out of it.
Me
No, I’m on the shot, remember? You’re free to fill me as much as you want.
Owen
Don’t say that, honey. I’m struggling to not turn around and drag you back to my bed as it is.
Me
Drag? Baby, I would jump at the chance for another ride.
Fanning my face, I set my phone down and glance around to see if anyone notices my flaming cheeks. Jacob and I never really sexted, nor did we ever have a flirting stage. During lunch one day, he handed me a daisy he picked on the soccer field and kissed my cheek asking if I wanted to be his girlfriend. And that was that. We were dating, and we never stopped.
It wasn’t till last night and today, the intensity of my exchanges and passion with Owen, that I realized how much had been missing in my relationship. Owen lights my body on fire, my stomach fluttering with happy nerves just with his eyes on me. And my skin tingles with the memories of his touch. I bite my lip when my phone goes off again, and I hurry to grab it.
Owen
I need you one more time before you go home.
My heart skips, and I want to slap myself. This isn’t like that, this is just fucking. It’s just me fucking my best friend’s dad. I rub my thighs together.
Me
Only once?
Owen
I’m going to pump you so full of my cum you’ll leak me for days.
“Hey.”
I startle at Brit’s voice and flip my screen so she can’t see. She glances at it curiously, but sits down on the chair across from mine.
“Hey.”
She stares at me, frowning. “Why’d you ditch me like that?”
Taking a sip of my coffee, I study her expression, looking for any sign of guilt. “Like I said this morning, I broke up with Jacob. I found a guy to hook up with, so I did.”
Her eyes widen as she blinks at me, her lips parting in shock. “You hooked up with someone?”
I nod, picking at the seam of the leather bend of the chair. “Yup. I knew I needed to do something to be completely done with Jacob.”
“So you left me all alone and fucked a stranger?”
My nose scrunches at her judgmental tone, and I pin her with a glare. “You’ve been to this place multiple times. And at least I broke up with him. He’s been fucking someone behind my back.”
Brit’s face pales, and she looks away from me. I can see her breathing pick up, and her eyes twitch.
“What?” she whispers in shock, and if I didn’t know the truth, I would think she’s upset on my behalf. I wait in silence as she takes the time to process what I said, sipping my coffee as I watch her. When she turns to me, tears stream down her face, and she shakes her head.
“That’s why you broke up with him? So you could hook up with someone? How’d you find out he was cheating?”
“Got sent proof.”
A small gargle escapes her throat and her eyebrows pinch. “Proof?”
I nod, shrugging one shoulder. “Him cozy with some blonde in the library. They were kissing too. It’s kind of blurry, but I could make out him and his clothes. You know how he loves to wear the blue striped sweatshirt with the weird dead looking bear on the back?”
It’s also the shirt he was wearing in one of the many videos she had on her phone. Brit jerks as if I hit her, and her hand flinches, almost like she’s stopping herself from grabbing her own blonde hair. “I just—wow.”
I nod again slowly, raising my eyebrows in equal mock outage. “Yup.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Move on, forget about him. Fuck other people.”
She grimaces. “I can’t believe you fucked a stranger.”
Rolling my eyes, I take another drink of my coffee. “Whatever, it was better than anything I’ve ever had before.”
Brit chokes on air, coughing loudly. “What?!”
I shrug. “It’s true. Jacob is a very selfish lover. This guy has me coming while barely touching me.” A part of me wonders if I should be telling her about my sex with her father, but I don’t feel guilty, and she’ll never know it was him. And then another part of me thinks she can go fuck herself. I should shove the fact that her dad’s cum is leaking out of my pussy right into her face. That would teach her, boyfriend fucking bitch.
Smiling, I straighten my shoulders and hold up my coffee. “You should grab one. It tastes great. Then we can finish shopping?”
If she thinks my behavior is odd, she doesn’t comment. And I know she’s withholding her anger about me ditching her because of her own guilt. Her eyes roam over my face before she nods slowly.
“Yeah, sure. Let me just grab one.”