Page 51 of Just Past Two

It happened so fast, him pulling at her clothes and her helping, because she wanted him, too, wanted him with the same intensity like if she had not just come hard an hour beforehand. He flipped her down onto her back and slid his fingers through her wetness.

“You’re so wet. God, Abby, I want you so bad.”

“Fuck me. Please.” She needed him, his cock, the solidity of his body on hers to mark her. He scrambled out of his own clothes and climbed on top of her, hiking one of her legs up onto the back of the couch, her other leg trailing down onto the floor, and fucked into her in a wet, hard slide.

It was messy, brutal, deep, the kind of fucking that left marks, and Abby gripped Sam’s back and tried to pull him into her even more. She was his. He was hers. They belonged to each other. She hadn’t even realized she was saying anything until she heard him breathe out a choked laugh near her ear.

“Yeah. I’m yours. You can stop saying it.”

Abby laughed, that desperate laugh of strung-out emotion. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine.” He kissed her, his cock buried all the way inside her, still rocking his hips to thrust steadily, breath after breath.

“Do you like when I fuck someone else?” She needed to hear him say it.

“Does it seem like I like it?” He punctuated his words with more rough thrusts, one per word, the kind of thrusts that shifted her back and forth on the couch.

She gripped his arms tight, fingernails biting into his biceps. “Say it.”

“I want.” He kissed her lips. “You.” He kissed her again. “To fuck other people. And sometimes I want to watch and listen as some other guy fucks this tight pussy and explodes inside you.”

Abby shivered, imagining the hot rush of that feeling.

“And then.” He pulled back all the way, sliding entirely from her warmth. “I want to step up and fuck into you when you’re loose and wet from him.” Gripping her hips, he pushed hard all the way inside again.

She hadn’t realized how close she had been, but that one hard thrust sent her spilling over the edge. Her orgasm rolled over her in a series of spasms, and the whole time, she imagined the feeling of Sam fucking her while she was dripping from another man. Overwhelmed, she rode out those waves as Sam thrust a few times more and then spilled inside her.

In the silence afterward, when they had cleaned up and sprawled on the couch in the same lazy way, she rested her head back against the cushions and closed her eyes. “Do you really want all that?”

“Yeah.” He was open and honest, now, direct eye contact and no guile to be seen. “I really want that. What about you?”

Abby nodded, then smiled. “You know, Angela said I was worrying about all this too much. She said I wasn’t giving you enough credit, and I should see where things led. She’s gonna be insufferable now. One ‘I told you so’ after another.”

Sam laughed. “You know you don’t mind.”

Abby pursed her lips. “Then I guess there’s no harm in continuing on this path.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

“Stephan invited us over for dinner. I think we should go.”

Sam curled a lock of her hair over his finger. “I like the sound of that.”

Chapter Ten

Stephan and Jo’s house was a quiet, simple ranch on the other side of Mapleton, about ten minutes past the city, and as soon as Sam pulled into the driveway, his mixture of emotions ratcheted up to eleven. Abby had been pretty quiet next to him on the drive over, falling into the contemplative silence she sometimes gravitated toward when she was nervous. She wore one of her fuzzy sweaters and her dark jeans, her standard winter outfit, and she looked soft and touchable. Here, sitting in the driveway, he reached out and put a hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him, and oh. She wasn’t nervous at all. She was practically vibrating, her eyes aglow and her expression eager.

He wanted to say something, some kind of weird platitude about still loving her or none of this mattering, but the fact was that it all did matter, and if she didn’t know he loved her by now, the conversation they might have in someone else’s driveway was irrelevant. So instead, he leaned over and dropped a kiss on her smiling lips, and then turned off the engine.

Jo opened the door smiling. “Come in. Come on in.” She stepped aside, reaching out to hug each of them as they passed. He got a whiff of some light perfume that he leaned in closer to inhale.

“Stephan’s just finishing dinner. Thanks so much for coming.” She smiled warmly. “Let me show you around.” She took Abby’s hand and tugged her toward the other room, letting it go as soon as they were both following. Casual touch, casual intimacy. She was obviously a touch-centered person.

“It’s not a big house, but we like it.” Jo gestured around the living room, which was intimate, with a big cozy couch, an armchair, and one of those super-sized luxury beanbag sacks facing a television mounted on the wall over a fireplace. Drawn to the photograph collection on one wall, Sam wandered over there. Photos of Stephan and Jo dominated the collection, but there were other photos as well; a bunch were photos of Jo and a blonde woman. They were posing on the beach, or next to each other at the summit of a mountain, or dressed in climbing gear.

“That’s me and Becca.” Jo had walked up beside him and waved a hand toward the collection.

“So she’s part of the family, huh?”