Page 93 of Myself

“No. Why?”

“Just curious,” she says, and I look at her now naked body. She walks over to her long dresser and opens a drawer. She removes a pair of white lace panties, and I walk up behind her. Placing my hands on her narrow hips, I grip them tightly. Her eyes meet mine in the dresser mirror.

I pull her hips back, and she gently shakes her ass against my hardening cock.

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Friday went by rather fast, and I half expected to hear from Ryder but never did. He’s been MIA for a few days now, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. But I haven’t called him. Whatever he’s working through, he needs to do it on his own. Becca has decided to give up on him and Ashlyn getting back together. When she found out that Ashlyn had gone to see Bradley instead of Ryder, she was upset. She knows they love each other, but she knows that she can’t push them. Just like I can’t push her to tell Ryder about us. She feels stuck between a rock and a hard spot, and I feel the same way. But like me and Becca, they have to figure it out on their own.

I spent Friday night at my house and let Becca have some alone time with Ashlyn. She texted me a few times last night, telling me it wasn’t going well. When I asked what she meant by that, she sent me a picture of two empty wine bottles with a caption that said Ashlyn is drinking her sorrows away. I’m not sure if that was over Bradley or Ryder. At this point, I think they’ve both hurt her about as badly as you can hurt someone you love without causing physical pain.

Saturday came, and I had to go into the office to do a few things for Mr. O’Kane. What should have taken two hours ended up taking over five. Becca brought me lunch and stayed until I was able to leave. Once we were in my car, I asked her my place or hers, and she said hers. I couldn’t keep my eyes on the road. Her scent in my car was intoxicating, and the smile on her face was blinding. I didn’t even try to hide my hard cock under my jeans as I weaved in and out of traffic to get to the Q’s as fast as I could. I kissed her deeply in the elevator on the way up to her floor, and I had a hard time even opening her front door from her lips being on mine and her hands in my hair.

I finally get it open, shoving the front door open, and my hands grip her hair harder. Her hands let go of my hair and dig into my chest. My lips are on hers, devouring them. We come to a sudden stop as her back hits a wall. I yank her head to the side by her hair, and I deepen the kiss. She moans into my mouth, and my cock hardens. Her hands trail down my chest, over my stomach, and to my pants where my shirt is tucked in. She yanks it free. My hands leave her hair and grab her ass. I pick her up off the floor, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

Someone starts coughing behind us. Becca pulls away from me quickly and jumps down. “Oh, God.” She looks at Ashlyn who I now see is sitting on the countertop. “I’m so sorry, Ash. I didn’t think you were home,” she says in a rush.

I start tucking my shirt back in and clear my throat. “We didn’t mean for you to see all that,” I say unable to meet her eyes.

“Don’t apologize. At least one of us is getting laid.” She tries to help the situation. It doesn’t.

Becca gives an awkward laugh and then stops when I look down at her. “So,” she says, rocking back on her heels, “what are your plans for tonight?”

“Nothing,” she responds and takes a drink of her beer. An open pizza box sits next to her untouched. Becca told me she’s worried she isn’t eating much.

She frowns. “It’s Saturday.”

“And?” Ashlyn asks.

“You know what?” I say, clapping my hands as I try to make this awkward situation better. “You girls should go out tonight. A girls’ night.” I know Becca isn’t much of a going out girl, but her friend needs some cheering up. She needs some free drinks by a man who finds her attractive, and she needs a reminder that she doesn’t need Ryder to make her feel that way. I have to say I’m disappointed in him. I thought he would come back busting down the door and demanding that she take him back. The saddest part it that he hasn’t even tried.

“No thanks,” she says and picks up a small piece of pizza. Come to think of it; it’s the first thing I’ve seen her eat all week.

“Come on.” Becca sticks her bottom lip out, surprising me. Even she can see that her friend needs it. “It’ll be fun. I haven’t had the chance to take you out on the town. You’ll love it.”

“Okay,” she says, but she’s only doing it for Becca.

Becca jumps up and down excitedly. “Yay. You’re gonna have so much fun.

Ashlyn gives her a fake smile and a head nod. I turn to look at Becca, and she’s already looking up at me. She licks her lips, and the tightness returns to my jeans.

“For Christ’s sake, just go do it,” Ashlyn says to us.

I laugh, and Becca’s face turns red. “Give me five minutes,” she tells me, kissing me on the cheek and taking off down the hall. “Be ready in an hour,” she hollers to Ashlyn.

I haven’t been left alone with Ashlyn since all this went down, so I turn to face her and seize the opportunity. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Her brows arch in surprise. “Sure.” She puts down the pizza and beer and then rubs her hands on her sweatpants.

I come to stand across from her in the kitchen. I look up at her blue eyes, and I can still see the sadness in them. She looks away. She looks different, thinner, and hair is up in a messy bun. No makeup and wearing sweatpants with an overly large t-shirt. “I just wanna say I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything,” she tells me.

“That’s exactly it. I didn’t do anything!” I say with a growl. “I should have stopped Ryder. I should have told him that when Bradley came over, we all had a late lunch then took a nap before watching a movie in the living room. But instead, I stayed back in Becca’s bedroom when I heard Becca call out his name in surprise.”

“You did what was right,” she assures me.

I shake my head. “I’ve never been known as a coward, Ashlyn. But that night I was.” I still think about the situation from last week. I should have been able to do something.

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