Page 162 of Unleashed

After a few minutes, Greg taps my arm. “I gotta use the restroom.” He pushes my wedding ring into my hand. I had forgotten about setting it on the cushion.

I giggle, but Greg cocks an eyebrow at me as I stand in the aisle to let him out. I glance at his crotch, but see nothing. He walks fast to the restroom, and I slide back onto the bench with a grin, switching our plates so I don’t have to move again. It jostles his wedding ring inside me, driving me crazy. I can’t wait for him to eat it out of me as I fuck his face.

Mom shakes her head. “What is really going on with you two? Are you secretly married again?”

I sigh. “No, Mom.” I only believe I made a massive mistake, annulling our marriage. Greg would still be my husband. I miss that more than anything in this world.

She checks around us before leaning forward and whispering, “Are you having sex with him?”

“Not at the moment.”

“Simone!” she hisses with a small laugh. “You’re sleeping with Greg? I taught you better than that.” But Mom laughs again and then shakes her head. “Whoa. What if you get pregnant?”

“I won’t.”

“If an accident happens, I hope Greg causes it and not another man. He’s yours, Simone.” He was never mine.

“Hold on. You want Greg to knock me up? What in the actual hell?”

“Not while you’re in school, but sometime. He’s so good-looking, funny, and responsible. And he’ll be an attorney. You’re so sweet together.”

“God, Mom. I don’t know about you sometimes. You were once against birth control, but then all for it. Now, you want me to have an oops with Greg? Make up your mind. Besides, Greg isn’t mine. He stayed with me as a buffer between dad and me. Nothing more. He leaves tomorrow.”

“But your dad left earlier.”

I shrug as I take a sip of my drink. “One more night won’t hurt. A graduation present.”

“Simone Amanda! I don’t want to hear details!” If Mom knew everything Greg and I do to each other, she’d disown me.

Greg returns and sees that I stole his spot, so he sits down. I grin. “Are you okay?”

“For now,” he answers as his gaze falls to my chest.

Mom says, “Simone gushed about you going to law school soon.”

I groan, “There was no gushing, Mom. Don’t exaggerate.”

Greg says, “Uh, I am. I didn’t know she would’ve told you that.” I feel his eyes on me.

Mom dabs her mouth with her napkin. “Why not? My daughter is extremely proud of you.” I roll my eyes at my mother, but my face heats as I glare at my sandwich. I’m unsure why when I just jacked off Greg in front of her.

Greg mumbles, “That’s news to me.”

I sigh. “I told you when we were married...” I trail off and wish I had kept my mouth shut.

Sighing, Greg picks up his sandwich. “Maybe you told someone else, but you never told me.”

I hold half of my sandwich in midair. “You knew I was proud of you. Like it matters if I did. I’m not your favorite person.” He looks away from me, and I bump his arm. “I’m proud of you, Greg.”

Mom says, “Greg, tell Simone she’s your favorite person.” I glance at my mother, who makes fish lips at me before sipping her Diet Coke.

I say, “Greg, please ignore her. Finn and Hadley are now married, and my sisters don’t tell her much, so my mother has nobody else to ship and obliges herself with being a nuisance in my life.”

“Oh, Simone. I don’t even know what that means,” Mom says, waving her napkin. “Be honest, Greg. You didn’t fall in love with Simone even a tiny bit?”

Shrugging, he slides his hand onto my bare leg, pushing up my dress. “I’ll always care about Simone.” He kneads his fingers into my inner thigh, and the move reminds me of what Beau said last night about Greg claiming his territory.

“You were holding hands. I think you are now.”

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