Chapter 4
Jacob
“And she was like ‘oh my god, Tony, don’t ever stop!’ So I kicked the cheating slut to the curb.” I shrugged, throwing my hard hat in the back seat of my truck. When I turned back around, Darren and Blake were looking at me like I had told them my dog had died.
“Dude, with her yoga instructor?” Darren said in disbelief. I nodded. “Fuck.”
Blake walked up, clapping me on the shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that, bro. How are you hanging in there? I know you and Liz were pretty serious.”
“I’m fine.” I blinked my eyes as if to erase the images from my mind—the way she threw her head back and he buried his face between her tits. “We weren’t doing well as it was.” We hadn’t been doing well for a long time. Things had been strained, but neither of us seemed to be willing to call it off. How many other men had she slept with to satisfy her needs in the meantime while I idly sat by?
“If you say so,” Blake said. I glared at him.
Darren perked up, stepping forward. “We’ll get you laid when we’re in Minneapolis in a couple of weeks. Take home some hussy from the bar.” He elbowed Blake in the side with a chortle.
They high-fived, and I groaned. We were going to Minneapolis for Darren’s fortieth birthday in a couple weeks. It was unusual for us to take much time off work—we made more money when we worked the extra hours, but we decided a weekend of beer, old jokes, and skiing would be worth a quick getaway.
I lifted a shoulder, tilting my head towards it. “I already fucked her sister.”
Darren and Blake looked at me with their jaws hanging open. It was like there was a delay between what they heard and the comprehension of it. Either that or it took them a moment to believe me. Then they erupted in roars that were half celebration and half shock, shouting over each other at the same time.
“You what?”
“Atta boy!”
I chuckled, crossing my arms and leaning against the side of my truck. “It’s a long story.”
Darren lifted a brow in obvious interest. “We’ve got time. What the hell happened?”
“Her older sister?” Blake added. “The rich one in Chicago?”
I nodded. “Her only sister.” I debated for a moment how much I would tell them. Memories of her piercing green eyes looking up at me made my stomach stir, and I adjusted my weight from one leg to the other.
“So what happened?” Blake wiggled his eyebrows, encouraging me to continue.
“I’m fucking petty, so I couldn’t stop myself when she made a move. Turns out she gives really good head.” And then some. My cock twitched in my jeans. “I don’t regret it.”
Darren high-fived me. “She’s hotter than her mess of a sister too. That red hair—” He whistled.
I pictured her hair wrapped around my hand and her lips gliding over my cock. “You can say that again.”
When I stuck the key in the deadbolt and turned, there was no resistance. The door was already unlocked. I narrowed my eyes. Somebody was in my house, and I was filled with dread when I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open.
The hinges creaked, and the sudden tension made my lungs feel tight. I had taken Liz’s key, and I couldn’t think of anyone else who had one, but the front door was unlocked. A thief wouldn’t have gently unlocked the door.
Before it was open all the way, I saw her. Auburn hair hung over her shoulders, and Erin looked up when I stepped into the entryway. I slammed the door shut behind me, and the loud bang made her jump.
“How did you get into my house?” I asked.
Erin tilted her head. “Hello to you too.” She swung a ring that held a single key around her pointer finger nonchalantly. “Liz left a spare key at my house months ago.”
How many extra keys did Liz have? I made a note to change the locks in the morning before Erin cleared her throat and drew my attention back to her. “What are you doing here?” I asked, planting my hands against the counter opposite of where she stood.
She sucked on her bottom lip, and when it rolled out from between her teeth, it glistened. I swallowed. “We can never do what we did again.” She paused, looking away from me. “You know, the other day.”
“You drove all the way out here to tell me we can never fuck again?” I rounded the counter in a few long strides until I stood close enough to her to smell the sweet scent of her perfume. “Are you sure it’s not because you want me to fuck you over this counter again?”
“I, um, don’t want you to do that,” she whispered, but judging by the way her eyes traveled my body, she was lying. She wanted it as badly as I did.
I smirked and stepped forward, pinning her against the counter. I put my hands on the marble surface on either side of her and leaned in. Erin held her breath, her nerves buzzing off her like static electricity. I ran my nose along her neck, inhaling slowly.
“I know you’ve been thinking about my cock down your throat as much as I have,” I whispered against her skin. Goose bumps decorated her neck and shoulders, followed by a light blush. I knew it.
She shook her head. “No, I haven’t.” When I leaned in towards her, she mirrored it, stretching slightly onto her toes. Then she whispered, “Okay, maybe.”
I grazed her lips with mine, and when she parted them, a small sigh slipped through. My hands twitched at my sides, wanting to grab onto her and pull her to me. I wanted to rip the pencil skirt she wore from her hips and spread her legs.
We can never do what we did again.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to do this?” I said against her lips before I could kiss her.
Sudden realization crossed over her face, and she jerked backwards. Erin ducked, slipping from between me and the counter and taking a few too-large-to-be-comfortable steps back. She nodded vigorously before each step as if working to convince herself to leave. When she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, my stomach flipped. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Fuck me.
“You’re right,” she said, her voice sticking to her throat. “I need to go.”
The door slammed behind her, but I swore I could still smell the berries and vanilla that made up her perfume in the kitchen. I looked back to the counter, realizing the key she’d held onto wasn’t sitting on the surface. I quickly scanned the floor around the barstool, but it was clean. There was no key.
My stomach filled with butterflies, and I smiled before I swallowed them back. “I’m definitely changing the locks.”
Tomorrow.