13. Whoopsie
I open the balcony door, pushing aside the chair to grip the railing and gulp in the crisp night air.
Pregnant.
She’s pregnant.
I don’t know why it hurts, I already knew they were fucking. But the thought of her pregnant with his child makes my chest ache, not that I want his children anymore. Perhaps it is the thought that it was supposed to be me, and I was so easily and so abruptly replaced.
The door clicks and closes quietly behind me and the brush of someone settling next to me irritates me. I want to process this alone.
“Hey, you okay?” The soft voice of Jared’s younger brother Oliver makes me scowl.
He’s a couple years younger than us and married his high school sweetheart as well. Oliver is the epitome of a nice guy, always smiling, always joking, and would probably change your flat tire in a rainstorm. He’s a big ball of light when I want to wallow in my darkness. His presence is aggravating me.
I turn around to face him, crossing my arms. “In what world could I possibly be okay?”
He grimaces, running a hand through his dark hair, messing up its usual state of perfection. I always wondered where Oliver got his looks from. The rest of his family is blonde with brown eyes, but he has blue eyes and is the tallest out of them all. From playing multiple sports since he was a kid, his muscular frame is one that belonged on one of those firefighter calendars. Not that I ever noticed, of course.
“Believe it or not, I know how you feel.” He looks down at me with sad eyes.“Brittany cheated on me last year.”
I frown. “And you’re still with her?”
Brittany is downstairs at the Christmas party with the rest of our families. They had looked to be in the same perfect relationship as always.
He nods. “It took a lot of therapy, but I forgave her and we moved past it.”
The ice around my heart thickens as I narrow my eyes at him. “I will never forgive either of them.”
Oliver steps closer, his palms up in a surrendering gesture. “I know I’m trying—“
“And I think you’re pathetic,” I interrupt him.
His face and hands fall. “What?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do I need to elaborate? My pleasure. You’re pathetic. Forgiving Brittany is pathetic because any sane person would never forgive the person they supposedly love for being with someone else.”
His mouth opens slightly and I can see his chest starting to rise and fall faster, so I smirk and continue because….how does that saying go? Misery loves company?
“Want to know what else? I don’t think you truly forgave her. I think you’re just afraid. You would rather settle with what you know than try something new and move on.”
I unfold my arms and step closer to him. “Because that’s who you are. The second child, the forgotten brother, plain and ordinary—“
Oliver’s hand shoots up and wraps around my throat, squeezing as his eyes flash with rage. I gasp in shock and grip his wrist, looking up at him. I never expected a reaction like this out of him, my heart beats frantically as I look at my almost brother-in-law in a new light.
I lick my lips, and his eyes follow the movement.
The adrenaline pumping through my veins turns me on. “Perhaps not forgotten but unseen,” I get out. His hand loosens but doesn’t let go.
“Is that it, Oliver? No one understands you? Or you don’t understand yourself?”
His brow furrows and I arch my hips to brush against his. A very evident bulge between his legs. “Have you ever fucked your wife while squeezing her throat?”
Oliver swallows but says nothing so I smile. “No, no you haven’t, but you want to. I would let you... you could do anything you wanted to me.” Something is exciting about this side of him I desperately want to explore it. My hurt from the revelation downstairs and the need to do something out of control has me pushing words out before I can even think.
His mouth opens slightly as his gaze drops down my body. “I— I’m…“ he stutters, and I grab the waistline of his pants.
“Do it, take what you want for once. Stop being a fucking coward and—“
Oliver grips my throat harder, spinning us as he slams me on the patio table. The air knocks out of my lungs as I register what is happening. He lets go of my throat to grab my legs, settling his hips between them as he shoves my dress up.
I finally catch my breath as he leans over and pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and moves down to pull a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking for a second before biting down.
“Fuck,” I hiss, entwining my fingers into his hair and arching my chest in his face. Oliver groans and the sharp snap of my underwear hurts as he rips them from me.
He lets go of my nipple and moves to the other one, his tongue swirling around the peak as I hear the unzipping of his pants. Oliver leans back, looking down at me, his hungry gaze running over every inch. He grips my hips so tightly, I know I’ll bruise, and then slams into me to the hilt in one thrust.
“Holy—“ I rasp, my back arching as I’m forced to take him. I was wet but not completely ready for his size and girth. The stretch is painful, and before I can adjust, he pulls back and slams in again.
“Oh fuck.. yesssss,” I moan. I cup my breasts, playing with my nipples as he starts an unforgiving pace, pounding into me, grunting with every thrust. He’s watching his length slide in and out of me, and I clench around him, enjoying this out of control Oliver.
“More, give me all of it,” I gasp, taunting him. His gaze snaps to me and he growls, leaning forward to wrap both hands around my neck; using the leverage to pull me back into him. It’s hard and it’s brutal, but goddamn I fucking love it.
My vision starts to blacken before he lets go, slipping his hands under my ribs and up my back to grab my shoulders. His lips crush mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth. I moan at the taste of whiskey and oranges. I wrap my arms around his neck, grinding my hips, finding the perfect spot to rub my clit.
“Fuck,” he groans, and the cry of pleasure sets me off as I explode around him. He curses and grunts, shoving himself as deep as he can go. The throbbing of his cock as he comes inside me is euphoric, painting my walls with his seed, and it nearly sets me off again.
We stay like that for a few minutes, panting but still tangled together. He finally lets go, pulling out of me and staggering till he sits in the closest chair. I pull my dress up, covering myself as I sit up, trying to catch my breath.
“Well…” I say, standing up and straightening my dress. “That was certainly.. just wow.”
He watches me silently as I grab my discarded underwear and open my legs to clean myself with them, collecting our mess. I hold them awkwardly in my hand, not wanting to leave them on the patio. I’ll dump it in the first trash can I find.
“Are you…” he trails off.
I laugh softly. “On birth control? Yeah. Clean? Yup. Are you?”
He nods. “Never been without a condom.”
I cock my head to the side. “Even with your wife?”
He grimaces and clears his throat, shoving himself into his pants as he stands too. “Yeah, we didn’t want to chance a baby, so we doubled the birth control. But now I think she was being decent enough to not spread whatever she might get.”
I bit my tongue and nod. “Wish Jared gave me the same courtesy, but the first thing I did was get tested.” I shrug.
He stares at me expressionless, I’m not sure how he feels about what we just did. And while I certainly don’t regret it, I don’t care to find out what he’s thinking about.
“Well, thank you. I needed to be thoroughly fucked and you definitely exceeded expectations,” I smile as he shakes his head.
I step around him and open the door, stopping short in the hallway where Jared is leaning against the wall with crossed arms. He looks up as I pause, his mouth opening but then snapping shut when he looks over my current state. There’s no hiding what just happened and I raise an eyebrow when he meets my eyes again.
“Are you ser—“ he starts but abruptly stops when I feel Oliver stepping out of the door behind me. Jared’s eyes widen and his face flushes red.
“What the fuck?” he sputters.
Oliver stiffens, noticing his brother. Whoops, sorry for not warning you buddy.
I sigh. Jared straightens as I walk towards him, his face smug as if he expects an apology. I take out his pocket square from his suit, replace my underwear in its place and wipe off my fingers with the clean cloth. Once they’re as clean as I can get them, I put that back in his pocket as well. He watches with a shocked expression and I tap his cheek with my semi-clean hand. I”m sure the scent of our mixed cum is evident.
“Thanks.” I smile and step past him. I make my way downstairs, grabbing my coat and purse quickly. Nick catches my attention and I make a call me gesture as I dash to the driveway, ignoring anyone else who might try to talk to me.
When I get to my car, I exhale, looking back up at the mansion and laughing loudly. I can’t believe that just happened. I check out my neck in the rearview mirror, and it’s already red with long fingerprints. Fuck, that was probably the best fuck of my life, and I doubt he’ll be into repeats.