4. Adam
ADAM
I'm typically a light sleeper.
Both out of habit and out of necessity. Growing up, I was usually the one who had to get my siblings out of bed and to school, which required me to have an excellent internal and external alarm clock.
And in my military days, my sleep patterns got even worse, till it felt like I could never truly rest. Like, even with my eyes closed, I was hyperaware of everything that moved, constantly waiting for the thing to jump out of the shadows.
But that wasn’t true in this case. Today, I slept like the dead.
It's not until I hear the incessant buzzing of a phone alarm that I finally drag myself from the slumber. I open my eyes, peering at the sun streaming in from one of the windows. It takes me a second to realize where I am and what happened.
It takes me a second longer to figure out that the hairy arm thrown around my chest belongs to Sam.
I pick it up and give it back to him. I don't really mind it being here. You can’t be squeamish when you’re doing the type of stuff we do, because towards the end we usually pass out in a tangle of limbs anyway, and it's pretty normal to wake up with a dick in your face.
Or sometimes you get lucky and wake up with a sweet, soft body plastered against you, and you get to have a little more morning fun before the day breaks.
Which is kind of what I was looking forward to this morning.
Except she’s gone.
I glance around, noting that Jake is gone too. Probably out for a morning run. Or maybe they’re in the bathroom getting busy. However, the shower is not on, and the stillness of the atmosphere tells me that no one else is here.
I'm proven right when the door opens and closes, Jake’s heavy footsteps leading in. They’re not accompanied by lighter pads.
“Rise and shine,” Jake says with a ridiculously bright smile on his ridiculously handsome face.
He’s dressed in joggers and shirtless, a sheen of sweat running down his muscles.
Probably got eye fucked by all the WASPS that live in our neighborhood again.
They typically wake up and have tea on their veranda, smiling and waving while he’s jogging shirtless.
I've told him about this, and he pointed out that they do the same thing when I’m out mowing the lawn or fixing the deck, too.
I think they think we’re gay, given how close we are and given that we live together, but it doesn’t stop them from admiring the goods. Not that I mind much anyway.
“Where did she go?" I ask as I get up, padding to the bathroom, butt-naked for nature’s call.
“I don’t know,” he says. “She was gone by the time I woke up.”
“Meaning she left before dawn?”’
“Yup. Probably snuck out around midnight. I wish she hadn’t. This neighborhood’s not all that safe, contrary to popular belief, and I could have given her a ride if she wanted to get home so badly.”
I snort. I don’t point out that the whole reason she probably left so early was to avoid actually talking to any of us once the deed was done, so I doubt she would have wanted to suffer through a whole car ride with him.
Although I'm not clear on why she didn't want to. We had a good time, by every indicator.
I don't even know how many times she orgasmed, all over me, in our mouths, on our cocks.
Sometime during the night, it became clear that her boldness was not a substitute for experience.
In bed, it was clear she wasn’t used to certain things, and once we understood that, we were much gentler with her and showed her a more gradual climb to ecstasy. We explored more with her, too, teasing, caressing, seducing.
God, her responses...I still remember the way she creamed around my cock, her gasps, the way I wished I could pump my release into her without a condom and feel the slick walls of her flesh truly grasp on to me.
I would have never done it, of course.
The last thing I want is an unwanted pregnancy, so I wrap up every single time I have sex.
I’ve never been tempted to pump my release into another woman before. But the feeling of her wet heat rippling around me was almost too much to bear.
Shame because I doubt we’ll ever see her again.
I don’t know why the thought bothers me.
I've never necessarily minded when women took off before we woke up, rare as it's been.
Usually, it happens with the ones who end up having boyfriends and fiancées they never mentioned, or are simply too shy to admit what they did in the light of day.
Maybe they think we'll judge them, not knowing that we never would. I mean to do that, we'd have to judge ourselves pretty harshly as well.
But I didn't expect her to be a runner, what with how assertive she was in the beginning and how obvious her enjoyment was during. I thought for sure she would want a morning repeat and maybe an afternoon one. And maybe one in the evening.
Heck, we could have kept this going for the entire week. It was that good.
The mind-blowing sex is still at the forefront of my mind, tempting me with possibilities that will likely not happen now that she’s gone.
Oh well. Nothing to do but move on.
“Something happened, though,” Jake says, and I glance over to see him lift something in the air with the end of a random spoon. A used condom. A used, broken condom
I freeze. “Whose is that?”
"No clue," he says. “I want to say it wasn’t mine, but I was pretty out of it towards the end when she was..." His gaze gets a little dreamy, and he can't even finish the sentence, a stupid smile curling the end of his lips.
It's strange. I’ve never seen him like that after having sex with a woman before. Typically, he’s all too happy to remain friendly with them, but then he gets a little distant as time passes.
And he's always comfortable with them leaving the morning after.
I thought he was content at first when he came home after his jog. He seemed his usual self, but now looking at him again...
"Did you do ten miles today?" He's sweatier than usual.
"Yup. Why?"
"Nothing," I try to resist the urge to smirk. "It's just that you usually do five."
"Maybe I was just in a more runny mood."
"Right." More like he was fucking frustrated when he found out she was gone and he had to run off the excess energy.
I don't blame him, although I wonder what's different this time. Hell, it's the same question I ask myself, because I can't lie that I was really disappointed to wake up and not find her in bed with me.
I don't even know how to explain it, only that there was something enchanting about her that defied explanation. It's why I’m also disappointed that she didn’t stay for breakfast, when usually I’m the first one out the door getting ready for work.
It wasn't even just about the sex. I wanted to have an actual conversation with her, heck, maybe learn her name while I was at it.
Well, whatever. I’m sure I’ll forget about her in a few weeks.
I don’t forget about her.
She pops into my mind the most inopportune times, like when I'm meeting with my team or when we're on site working, or even when I'm sitting at a bar with Jake.
Once, I see a girl from behind who has her hair color and general build, and I almost go after her, but stop when she turns around, and it's not her.
She's still on my mind when I meet with James four weeks later.
James is an old college friend who started a construction company that handles mostly civil and infrastructure projects.
It's been doing really well recently, so well that when he proposed a merger with my construction company, which handles residential and commercial buildings, I was completely for it.
While I occasionally enjoy handling the organization of the company, I have to admit that we've grown a little too big for just our small team, and I really don't want to be in charge of hiring all the other people that we need.
We also need a robust marketing department like the one he has.
So this merger works in both our favor, allowing him to expand his arsenal and also claim proximity to our company that has been a staple in the city for many years, and we get to retain ownership while allowing him to handle the things we don't want to handle.
The actual shares in the company won't change much. It's currently an even split between Jake, Sam, and me. I operate as the CEO because Sam can't deal with people, and Jake has the attention span of a squirrel.
They're both for this merger, too, for obvious reasons, and when Jake and I show up at the meeting with James to discuss the particulars, he doesn’t voice any reservations.
At the end of the meeting, I say casually, "James, we never met your girlfriend at the party."
"You didn't?" He gives me a confused look. 'That's odd. She told me she saw you three."
"She was there?"
"Yeah. She arrived before you guys got there, sometime after I left."
"Odd. I don't recall seeing her there," I say.
"Hmm. Maybe you missed her because I told her to wait for me in one of the rooms?"
"There is someone we did see, though," Jake interrupts with a shit-eating grin.
"Who?"
A sexy siren," he says. "Body like you wouldn't believe, face like a sexy elf."
James gives him a blank look. "Yeah, I have no clue who you're talking about."
"What do you mean? You can't miss her."
"Look, there were a lot of girls at that party, and that could fit the description, and most of them I didn't know. Strangers kind of started arriving at some point, and I just went with it." He coughs. "Anyway, I got another meeting to prep for, so if we're done here..."
"Yup," I say, and we end it with a handshake and a mutual, "Welcome on board."
As we step out of the building, though, Jake is still disgruntled that James wouldn't tell him about the woman.
"Do you think he's hiding her from us?"
"Why on earth would he do that?"
"I don't know. I think he might still be holding a grudge after what happened in college."
"You mean after you slept with his high school sweetheart?"
"I didn't know who she was, man, and she came onto me."
"Still. That kind of things sticks with a person." I shrug. "Also, he may genuinely not know who she is."
"Maybe..." He didn't seem willing to accept that explanation, though. He releases a harsh breath and says, "Anyway, I'm going to head out. I'm teaching a boxing class in an hour."
I nod as he taps my shoulder in a goodbye before he takes off. I head to the coffee shop across the street to grab some overpriced brew before I head to my job.
But coming out is when I see it.
James, in the distance, hugging a girl with red hair and a short, curvy frame.
My heart stops.
This time, when she pulls back, it's her. A side profile, but her face, regardless.
He kisses her on the cheek and looks ecstatic to see her, and that's when it hits me.
James said his girlfriend had been at the party already.
She'd been in one of the rooms.
And the stranger we had sex with had been apprehensive about doing it in James' bedroom,
Oh God.
I think we just fucked his girlfriend.