Jolene
I have never had a single complaint about the sex life that Jace and I had together… until I realized what I was missing.
I have never been more perfectly or thoroughly fucked.
Dak and I laid together in sweaty naked silence.
“Are you okay?” He asked gently.
Sighing blissfully, I nodded. “I’m okay… are you?”
He laughed. “I have found a new preferred method of cardio. Damn near felt like my heart was gonna explode for a minute or two.”
“Definitely more fun than the gym,” I agreed. “You stretched me more than any fitness instructor ever has.”
Chuckling, he pulled me closer, my head coming to rest on his shoulder.
Abruptly, realization hit me square in the gut.
“You know what I just remembered?” I asked.
“Hmmm?” He stroked my arm.
“They’re downstairs and they probably heard us.”
He tensed briefly before shrugging his shoulders. “We can invoice them.”
What?
“Invoice them?” I was confused.
“Yep, because we likely just taught them a thing or two and education ain’t free.”
I laughed from my soul, the tiny part that Dakota didn’t fuck into oblivion.
“I’m surprised they didn’t come busting up in here” I mused.
“Jace is a fuckin’ idiot but he doesn’t have a death wish,” he responded calmly.
His tone made my stomach dip, but his words made my pussy throb.
The fuck around and find out version of Dakota is pretty fucking sexy.
“You’re probably right,” I agreed.
“Trust me, he knows better. He won’t get a second chance to hurt you so long as there’s a breath in my body.”
Nuzzling into him, I kissed his chest.
“I think we earned a nap, Lena Loo.” He stroked my bare back.
“I think so, too.”
Because I really want to do all that again when I wake up.
Dakota
The dimmest of morning glow creeped into the room.
Lena was curled up next to me, snoring like a grown ass man.
Girl, you got that sloppy toppy sexpertise and that sleep apnea.
The fire had been reduced to nothing but a thick layer of glowing ashes.
And yet somehow, I’m still snug as a bug in a rug.
On the nightstand, a Creek’s Edge Candle Co. flickered, reminding me that I was careless last night in more ways than one.
What was more dangerous, fuckin’ my best ex’s best friend or leaving lit candles burning without supervision?
The thought of Cassie forced me to remember that she and Jace were downstairs. Careful not to wake up Lena, I climbed out of bed. The floor was freezing underneath my bare feet, and the cabin air was chilling to the bone.
At least my boxers should be dry.
Snagging them from the brick hearth, I was relieved to find that they were stiff as a board, but definitely dry. I slid them on quietly, doing my best not to interrupt the sawing of logs that was occurring on the bed. Looking around the room, I realized I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. There was nothing to do but… nothing.
I need to fix this piss poor excuse of a fire.
Realistically, I knew I needed to clean all the ashes out before I added more wood, but I didn’t want her to wake up cold.
Using the fire poker, I broke up the rest of the kindling logs. The ashes flamed up for a moment before returning to a deep glow. I added a few small pieces of wood and fat lighter, bringing the weak, warm glimmer to life. It wouldn’t do much before the surrounding ashes suffocated the flow of air, but it would knock a little bit of the chill out of the air.
In the words of the great Major Payne, it’s still a shit sandwich, it’s just not a soggy one.
Behind me, a sleepy voice spoke up. “Not much for sleepin’ in?”
“I didn’t want you to wake up cold,” I told her. “It was cold in here.”
“Well, ain’t you sweet?”
I laughed. “Don’t tell anyone.”
She gave me the scout’s honor sign. “I see you found your drawers.” I looked down automatically.
“I did. Do you want yours?”
She hesitated for a moment before nodding her head. I tossed her the bra and panties. Standing up in bed, she took her time putting them on.
Well, good mornin’.
“How are you feelin’?” I asked her as I sat down at the foot of the bed.
“I feel incredible!” She pulled the sheet around her.
Why does hearing that make the entire morning better?
‘Glad to hear it. You’re not sore?”
“Oh, my vag feels like you beat it for insulting your Mamaw’s potato salad, but I’m loving it.”
I howled with laughter. “You’re ridiculous.” I tossed the quilt over her head.
Giggling, she pulled it off, turning her long hair into a static mess.
“Did it snow?” she asked.
That’s a good question.
“Ya know, I don’t know. I haven’t checked.”
With an eyeroll, she jumped out of bed and darted to the window. She shrieked excitedly, “Dak! Look!”
I joined her at the window. The backyard, covered in a heavy blanket of snow, looked like something out of a snow globe after someone furiously shakes it up. Thick snowflakes swirled through the air, sticking to everything that they landed on. The scenery was absolutely beautiful.
“Perfect day to stay in bed and watch Christmas movies if the damn power was working.”
She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Or, ya know, go play in the snow.”
“You want to play in the snow?” I questioned.
“Everyone wants to play in the snow, you amoeba.”
What did she just call me?
“That’s a…weird insult.”
“Ehh, it conveyed my point,” she defended as she stared out the window. I slapped her ass.
“I may have mentioned it but –”
“I know, I know,” she interrupted with an eyeroll. “I’m cuter with something in my mouth.”
I walked back over to the bed. “As long as you know.”
“I’m sure you’ll remind me again if I forget.”
I laughed. “You can always count on me.”
She twisted her hair into a messy bun, her gaze still fixed out the window.
“I’m going downstairs. Do you want breakfast?” I asked.
“I’ll go with you,” she offered, closing the curtain.
Someone must have forgotten we have company.
“You do remember that fuckface one and two are down there?”
Her eyes clouded over. “Fuck. I forgot.”
I nodded. “I thought you might have. I’ll go; you get back in bed.”
Looking as if she had lost her best friend, I guess because she really had, she crawled back into bed. The animosity I had for Jace and Cassie grew significantly as I took in the look on her face.
Yeah, they have got to fuckin’ go.