Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Evie
June: Six Months Postpartum
It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m laying on my couch, a spoonful of Nutella in my mouth and my favorite crime show on the TV. I couldn’t tell you what episode or what is going on, because I’m not actually watching.
No, instead I’m perusing through Amori the newest lgbtq+ app. I know I said to Harper I was done with dating apps, but one of my old co-workers told me about Amori and I thought I’d give it one more try.
I’m currently two days into flirting with this girl named Kim. She seems okay, the conversation has been flowing and there haven't been any red flags that I’ve noticed.
So, when she asks to go for coffee at Ruthie’s later today– I think why not? What’s the worst thing that can happen?
“Oh my god, Harper. I couldn’t have gotten out of Ruthie’s fast enough.
” My phone pinched between my ear and my shoulder as I walk down the boardwalk.
“I mean she was cute, and we had some stuff in common, but talking face to face. It’s like there was a whole cheer team with red flags following her around. ”
“She couldn’t have been that bad, Evie.” Harper responds, always trying to be the reasonable one. That’s what I get for calling my bestie who is currently with the love of her life who literally worships her.
“Harps– I haven’t even got to the good part yet.
” I deadpan. “We got a couple appetizers to share. There was still a bit left over. She asked if she could have them, and I said sure. You know how I am with leftovers, half the time I don’t finish them.
” I pull a piece of gum from my bag and quickly pop it in my mouth.
“Anyway, so she pulls out her own plastic containers and begins packing them all. Saying she was going to take them home to her dog. You know, that makes sense. I’m sure you’d do that for Winnie right?”
“Well I mean, yeah I bring home leftovers for Winnie.” Harper surmises.
“Right. Normal, or so I thought. She then asked me if I wanted to see a picture of her dog.” I pause for dramatic effect. I like suspense, what can I say? “She opens up her phone and passes it to me showing me the picture of said dog. It was a stuffed animal, Harper. A. Stuffed. Animal.”
There’s silence on the other line, “what?” Harper chokes.
“I don’t know. After that I just paid the bill and got the fuck out of there.
” I heave a sigh, maybe I need to take a back seat to dating and just focus on saving up to get a little more stable.
Josie and Monty pay well, I almost have enough for a down payment on a used car.
I keep my eye on the ads to try and find the perfect car.
“Anyways, what’s new with you? What’s been going on? ”
“There isn’t much going on with us…” She lets that statement hang for a few seconds before she continues, “but, Dalton called us the other night.”
“Color me intrigued, spill.” I encourage her to keep going.
Harper then goes on to tell me how Dalton called Xavier the other night. Telling him that Chloe had left him and the baby. There was a mention of a letter she left behind saying that she needed better attention and if Dalton wasn’t going to give it then she was going to find it somewhere else.
“Wow, I knew Chloe was a bitch, but I didn’t think she’d abandon her baby.
” I have no respect for that. I knew Xavier had held out hope that becoming a mom would be a waking point for her and she would turn her act around.
She took having a baby as a threat to the attention she felt she should receive, and that’s not okay.
“I know, it’s so sad.” Harper sighs. “So, Dalton’s been stressed out and he’s really struggling. Not necessarily over the break up, but just the new twist of being a single parent, you know?”
“Hmm,” I acknowledge, blowing a bubble. “Is it really that much of an adjustment though? I don’t think she was that involved from the moment Elodie was born. I mean, she made Dalton hire a nanny for when he was at work.”
“I guess you make a fair point…” I hear Harper puff out air on the other end of the line. “We offered to help out as much as we can, and obviously Xavier’s parents are furious.”
“As they should be.” Glancing at the time, I realize I should head home “Anyways, I should let you go. I want to get home and wash the terrible date off me.”
We say our goodbyes, making plans for a girls day.
The drive home is quick as I put on an audiobook. I don’t get to listen to those too often now that I usually have Josie and the boys in the car. They don’t need to hear about the heroine who cages her teenage bully in order to prove to her how serious he is about her.
Once the car is parked, I head upstairs and into the loft. I look forward to having a hot shower and then sitting on the couch for the rest of the night, binge watching the newest reality show I find.
I take my shirt off and toss it on the floor as I make my way toward the bathroom. Each item of clothing finding its own spot on the ground. Reaching around, I go to turn the water on but nothing happens.
“What the…” I try the faucet again, but nothing but sputtering noise comes from it. “Well, fuck a duck.”
Groaning, I grab my fuzzy robe and put it over my naked body. So much for having a hot shower to wash off that terrible date.
Dragging my feet, I head toward my closet to grab some comfy clothes.
Then a memory flashes across my mind. Monty said that he needed to check out the internal cartridge.
His mom made a comment the last time she stayed there but he hasn’t gotten a chance to check it out.
So if something happens I can just use the main house shower.
Instead of changing into clean clothes I collect them into my arms, grab my bathroom supplies and make my way to the main house.
The house is quiet, it being late enough that the kids are in bed. I’m sure Monty and Josie are taking advantage of the quiet somewhere.
The hallway is dimly lit as I head toward the bathroom there. The light shines from under Monty and Josie’s room. They must be in there.
I don’t realize the lights under the bathroom door before I walk through the door and freeze.
There in front of me is Monty and Josie. Monty’s bare chest heaves as he looks down at a naked Josie on her knees. Her chestnut hair swaying as she bobs on his dick, hands on his thick thighs gripping tightly.
Josie moans around him as one hand slides down Monty’s thigh and disappears between them.
It’s then that I see her spread legs, but it’s not that that makes my throat feel dry.
It’s the cream colored phallic toy that’s suctioned to the ground between her thighs that captures my attention.
Her swollen, wet lips are wrapped around the dildo.
Swallowing every inch before lifting off of it again.
A deep groan snaps me from the attention I’d been showing between Josie’s thighs.
I look up and find the dark hungry eyes of Monty’s as he stares at me.
Lips parted as he pants. I’m frozen, heat flicking over my body, settling between my thighs.
My metaphorical panties are soaked, and the scene before me makes my core throb with need.
“That’s it,” Monty grunts. “Fuck.” His fingers lace through Josie’s hair as he begins to pick up the pace. His eyes stay firmly stuck on mine.
I should leave. I shouldn’t be standing here, watching as the couple I’ve been shamelessly crushing on, are doing some of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.
Yep, I just need to step back and turn around. Now.
But I don’t move, I can’t. My feet are firmly planted on the ground. A whimper building its way up my throat, unable to hold it down. My body is two seconds away from combusting. Chest rising and falling as Monty continues to thrust into Josie. Her hips grind down on the toy as he uses her mouth.
The rhythmic movement begins to falter, becoming uneven and choppy.
Muffled moans come from her indicating she’s about to topple over.
Cursed words leave Monty’s lips, his grip tightens on her hair before he pulls her away.
Holding her in place, but at an angle that allows me to see what’s about to happen.
With his other hand, he quickly strokes himself once, twice, three times. Then he erupts. Ropes of cum paint Josie’s face as she moans and sticks out her tongue. Greedy to collect his spill in her mouth.
That was so fucking hot.
Monty bends down and smashes his lips to hers. I’m enraptured by the moments as they both come down from their own release. When they pull apart, Josie must see me in the corner of her eyes.
I squeak as I see her begin to turn my way, and I quickly retreat out of the bathroom.
“Evie?” Josie’s calming voice hits my back, but I’m not stopping.
I don’t stop until I’m all the way back into the loft, in my bedroom. With my battery operated best friend at the ready I don’t stop until I’ve made myself come at least three times, my clit overstimulated and unable to take anymore.