Chapter 42 Do It For The plOT
CHAPTER 42: DO IT FOR THE PLOT
LACEY
I remember kissing Jace Jackson, or at least I thought I remembered what kissing him was like. When I broke up with him, I grieved not being able to kiss him again and then promised myself to forget. Buried the feelings his kiss gave me deep inside me so I could try to move on, but it didn’t work.
For a decade I’ve been searching for someone that could make my body come alive the way he could and I never found it. It didn’t matter who they were or what we did, it always felt less than, mediocre, not good enough, or bland. They became a name added to the list of men who despite their best efforts couldn’t make me come.
And then he came back into my life like a goddamn wrecking ball and I don’t know what to do with this new information because kissing him was nothing like I remembered it being. It was so much better. And then that motherfucker kissed my forehead and left me up against my bedroom wall breathless with the taste of him still on my tongue.
Now, I’m standing in my bathroom, looking in the mirror, and wondering what in the actual hell just happened and how I feel about it.
My hair looks freshly fucked, which is completely unfair because he left before I got off, and to be honest, it wouldn’t have taken much more for me to come right there dry-humping him while standing.
I replay the kiss in my head. Him leaning on the door frame. His backwards hat and those piercing blue eyes. His tattooed, brawny arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him. His hand tugging on my hair.
Fuck, I liked when he pulled my hair.
His dick straining in his shorts against my most sensitive spot. It felt big. I think I remember it being big. I mean I may never have slept with him, but I wasn’t a prude. We did other stuff, but never went all the way. God, why can’t I remember what it looks like.
I splash some water on my face and wipe it away with a towel. Dammit, why am I trying to visualize his cock? Get it together. It was just a kiss.
My phone vibrates on the counter and startles me from my thoughts.
The Tortured Therapists Department
Wren: Lace, did you stay dry on the way home?
Poppy: Yeah, Lace. Did you stay dry? Because I’m dying to know what the fuck I just witnessed.
Gray: Wait, what did I miss?
Chloe: What happened?
Wren: Poppy, what did you just witness?
Poppy: I’ll let Lacey share with the group.
I walk out of my room to find Poppy sitting in our living room reading the book she started at the cabin.
“Where’s Logan?”
“He had to go help his mom with something.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, shaking my phone in her direction.
“Am I serious?” She marks her page. “Girl, are you serious? What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t know.” I let out a long breath and make my way over to the couch. I sit opposite of her and let my face fall into my hands. “Did y’all see the whole thing?”
“Well, not everything,” she explains. “He shut the door pretty quickly after he kissed you.”
“It was hot, right?”
“Really hot.”
“What do you think it means?” My phone pings.
Gray: You really can’t leave us hanging like this.
Wren: I’m guessing that means you did in fact get wet?
Chloe: Is this some weird sexual innuendo?
Gray: Yeah, why does Wren keep asking if you got wet?
Poppy giggles at her phone.
“This isn’t funny. You interrupted us outside and then he barged in here like some sort of sex god and made me almost come on his leg with a fucking kiss.”
“You know, I feel like someone once told me that if a guy almost makes you come on his leg, clothed, then you should have sex with him ASAP.” She smirks. I equally love and hate her for using my own words against me. I glare at her and my head falls onto the back of the sofa. “Come on, do it for the plot,” she laughs.
“But he left and like not to toot my own horn, but I know that kiss wasn’t bad. It was really fucking hot. So why did he leave?”
“Maybe he panicked?”
“You think?”
“What happened on the car ride here that led to that?”
“Nothing. I mean, we slept together last night and?—”
“Wait, you slept with him at the cabin?”
“Well, not like slept with him slept with him, but yeah, we shared my bed because his mattress sucked, and apparently Tanner snores.”
“Why am I just now finding out about this?”
“I don’t know because it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
She squints her eyes at me. “You sure about that because that kiss looked like a pretty big fucking deal?”
“I don’t know. I’m confused. We slept together and I woke up to him holding me and then he snuck out of bed and left me laying there thinking it was an accident and not what he wanted, but then in the car I got sick.”
“Like you threw up?”
“Yeah, and he did the whole hold my hair and rub my back thing and then made sure I had everything I needed, which was really sweet.”
Poppy takes a deep breath. “Go on.”
“And then the conversation got really deep and at one point he put his hand on my thigh and I didn’t fight it because I liked it, but then I held his hand.”
“Is that so?” she teases.
“And then I fell asleep and the next thing I knew we were here and you interrupted the almost kiss on the porch and then he barged in here and kissed me and I couldn’t remember how big his dick was…”
Poppy bursts out laughing. Her eyes go wide and she puts up her hand stopping me. “Wait, hold that thought. You brought up Jace’s cock. I think I need a drink.” She stands and walks into the kitchen.
“Wait, that’s all you have to say?”
“I’m coming back, I just feel like I need something to get through the rest of this conversation.”
Wren: Bueller, Bueller GIF
Lacey: The short version: I puked on the way home. Jace was a fucking saint about it. We held hands. He just kissed my brains out.
Gray: So you did get wet? I think I understand now.
Gray:
Chloe: Y’all are disgusting.
Wren: OMG! He kissed you?
Lacey: He did. Hottest kiss of my life.
Chloe: Meanwhile, I’m at work and just walked into 506 and caught 440 giving him a handy. I’m so glad everyone else is getting some today.
Gray: They truly do NOT pay us enough.
Wren: No way?!
Lacey: Did you tell Margaret? Maybe she’ll finally let me give my presentation on safe sex for seniors.
Gray: Keep dreaming girl
Chloe: They do NOT pay us enough. But yay Poppy! I can’t wait for you to start tomorrow. You’re going to love it here.
Poppy walks back into the living room holding two glasses of white wine. “Did you see Chloe’s text? I’m dying.” She hands me one of the glasses and sits back down on the couch.
“Oh get ready, that’s nothing. You will see things you’ll never unsee.” I laugh and take a sip of my wine.
“Okay, so where were we?”
“I was trying to remember how big Jace’s dick is.”
“That’s right, please continue.”