Chapter 43
WINNIE
Fitz shrugs as he pulls on his pants.
“Probably wants to know where I dragged you off to. You should probably text her and tell her I didn’t actually drag you off to my dungeon.” He smirks.
I don’t know how to read him. He seems innocent—seems like, sure, why wouldn’t his girlfriend’s sister have his number? But also… why does my sister have his number?
I grab my phone from off the desk to text Kathy.
“You want one for the road?” Fitz asks casually.
“One wha—oh.”
Fitz kneels down in front of me as his large hands spread my aching thighs. I feel too hot and flushed, but I still lean back, tangling my fingers in his thick blond hair as he goes down on me, his tongue licking me in long, sure strokes.
“Shit, that—oh, that’s good. You can’t—I don’t think I can come again.”
He doesn’t respond, just slides two fingers in me while I buck against him, getting pussy juices all over the chair.
In my hand, the phone vibrates.
I moan as he spreads me.
Kathy? I look at it. Knox.
Shit. Now his tongue is in my cunt.
“Oh, that feels—why are you so good at this?” I gasp.
I cancel it as Fitz pulls loud, deep moans from me. As his tongue works my clit, I watch myself on the screen. I look like a cheap porn star, a motel whore, as my mom would say.
Fitz works his tongue faster on my clit as I arch back, crushing his face to my pussy. He works my abused clit until finally I’m coming again, half sobbing as he wrings another orgasm out of me.
I taste myself on him when he leans up to kiss me.
“You’re the only guy who’s made me come like that.”
“I bet I’m the only guy who’s made you come at all.” He cups my pussy briefly. “Creampuff.” He smirks.
The muscles ripple under his skin as he pulls the shirt back on.
“I should hide your clothes”—Fitz pulls me in for a quick and dirty kiss—“just so I can watch you lounge around my office, cross and uncross your legs so I can see your cunt.”
The way he’s staring at me—like I’m meat, like he could eat a fifty-ounce steak after just consuming half a deer.
Is he going to watch me get dressed? I mean, I’m leaking worse than after a visit to the gynecologist. I do not want him to watch me struggle to pull the too-tight panties up my damp thighs.
My phone rings. It’s Knox again.
Why the hell is he calling me? I’m fuming and forget to be insecure when I put my clothes on. Then my stomach sinks when my phone pings with a new voicemail.
Fitz isn’t even paying attention—he’s got his back to me, texting someone. Probably Kathy.
Dear reader, I am really trying not to be one of those girls who wants to go through her man’s phone and demand to see who he’s texting, but I’m really about to become that person.
He’s not your man. You aren’t dating. You hooked up in his office. You probably have a couple more of these hookups before…
And I just gave him not only nude photos but a full-on porno film of myself.
“Don’t leave,” he says, looking over at me as I wrestle the stretch top over my head. “I booked a hotel room. So I can fuck you again later. Unfortunately”—he grabs his keys—“right now, I have to run.”
Is he being cagey?
“But you can order room service or whatever. I assume the party’s over.”
“I actually have to run too.” I force out a laugh. “I have… things… at the café to do,” I finish lamely.
Fitz tilts his head then unlocks the office door. “I’ll have a car take you to the café.”
“My car is here. I’m fine.”
It takes me the entire drive home to work up the nerve to listen to what Knox said on the voicemail. It’s not helped by the fact that I’m low-key panicking about the porno I just filmed in Fitz’s office.
“What is wrong with me?” I slam my hand on the steering wheel.
It gives a little wheeze, and the check-engine light blinks at me sadly.
“Oh my god.” I run a hand through my hair. It’s crusty with sweat and god knows what else.
Why do I lose all self-respect around men? And it’s not even all men—it’s, like, these two particular men. I scream as I miss the yellow light.
“It’s not you,” I tell my face in the mirror. “You’ve had a rough month. Anyone with this many unwanted houseguests is going to make irrational decisions. I need to get back to basics, find Kathy a boyfriend.”
Well, you might have already crossed that off the list, my subconscious tells me nastily. Where was Fitz going, anyway?
Pressing the phone to my ear, I play Knox’s message as I walk through the rain up to my house.
“You fucking bitch. You wanted me to hear you get fucked by him, is that it? You fucking cunt. You wanted me to hear you get your fucking pussy reamed. What, you fucking get off on it? You wish it was me instead, you stupid fucking—”
My arm trembles as I end the voicemail.
No.
I check the call log. Three-minute call to Knox.
“No, no, no. Shit. Fuck.”
I kick a gnome by the door and damn near break my toe.
“Who the fuck put that gnome there?” I shriek.
“Don’t shout, Winnie,” Mom says mildly from the kitchen.
“Yeah, I will, especially once I get a shotgun and blast all those fucking gnomes to hell!”
“Yikes.” Carolina pokes her head out.
I curse.
“I came over to drop off the rest of the food. Figured we’re not serving mac ’n’ cheese and barbecue meatballs at the café—not that we want to sell that bad-juju food anyway.
Is Kathy still in the car? I wants to know if she wants this beet salad.
I know you’re not eating it, Winnie. Yes, Fidget,” she tells the drooling border collie at her feet, “I know you don’t like beet salad either. ”
“Wait.” I frown. “Kathy’s not here? I thought she was with you.”
“Where’s Kathy?” Mom cries. “I thought she was with you, Winnie?”
My friend looks worried. “Let me try Olive.”
“Honestly, Winnie, you need to take care of your little sister,” my mom frets. “Mark!” she calls for my dad. “Mark, do you know where Kathy is?”
I call Kathy. It rings and rings.
“Olive says she didn’t come with her to the café. Said she thought Kathy was with you.” Carolina sounds worried.
“You need to go back to the hotel and look for her,” Mom insists. “What if she got kidnapped?”
“Maybe she’s just having drinks with Loony Laura.”
Mom swats me. “That’s not a nice thing to say about someone. Laura’s very nice.”
Carolina makes a face.
I grab my keys. “We’re going to go back to the hotel,” I tell my mom.
“Oh, poor Kathy.”
Ugh, my mother.
“So are we officially not doing Laura’s wedding anymore? Because that shit was wack,” Carolina says as I drive through the pouring rain back downtown.
“I mean, Kathy looked pretty shaken, but she wasn’t, like, crying or anything. She just looked like she was in shock. I mean, she can’t think that you’re angry at her, right? I mean, it was in high school. You said you were over it. I mean, you are over it, right?”
I make a noncommittal noise.
“Winnie.”
“Sorry. My life is currently imploding.”
“Probably a good thing all the party activities got canceled. I mean, who blows up their own party like that, and for high school drama from a school you didn’t even go to? It’s unhinged.”
My phone dings.
“Is it Kathy?” Carolina picks it up then screams and drops the phone.
“What?” I jerk the steering wheel then straighten the car.
“Um. Is someone making AI porn of you? What the hell?” She sticks the phone out.
I glance at it as I come to a stoplight. Fitz sent me a video clip of me, spread-legged over him. Of course, his face is cut off. All you can see is me, messy and cum-dirty, a cock pulsing in my pussy as I moan and groan while the disembodied hands work my pussy, cup my breast.
“Jesus, guess we’re not in Minnesota anymore.” Carolina sucks in a breath.
“Oh my god.” I thunk my head on the steering wheel. “I told you things are really complicated for me. Fitz was jealous that Knox had my nudes and not him, and…” I wave my hand.
“That’s not nudes—that’s a full-on sex film.” She gingerly sets down the phone. “You sure you trust this guy with… this?”
“No!” I yell. “No, I do not. God, I’m so stupid. How am I this stupid around men?”
“I mean,” Carolina worries as I pull into a parallel parking space, “he’s not going to do anything with them, right?”
“Who knows?” I screech. “Knox is probably passing around my nudes to the entire hockey team.”
“Bet the WAGs like that,” she jokes as we step out into the rain. “Have their guys jerking off to real tits.”
“Ugh. I should have taken a shower before we came out here. I feel icky and squicky and crusty.”
One lady holding a small fluffy white dog looks at me in horror as we pass. I circle my arms around myself.
“I should have parked closer to his hotel.”
“This time of night? You’re lucky you got a spot.”
Something golden glints in the corner of my eye. I turn my head just in time to see a beautiful couple in the restaurant next to us clink their crystal wineglasses together, like they have all the time in the world to enjoy being with each other.
I stand there, the chilly rain dripping down my dirty sweater, as I watch the guy I almost believed loved me have a romantic dinner with my sister.
They both laugh at some joke he’s making—probably about me. They lean over to look at something on his phone, their heads almost touching.
Kathy looks amazing. Fitz is, of course, a sex god.
The rain drizzling down the big steel window—it’s like I’m watching a romance movie play out in real time.
“Oh, Winnie,” Carolina says, resting a worried hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure it’s not what it looks like.”
“Maybe,” I say shortly, turning abruptly to head back to my car. “Whatever.” The tears mix with the rain. “I mean, I didn’t like him anyways. So what if he wants my sister instead of me? I don’t care. I’m used to it. Good riddance.”