Page 2 of His Pickle Her Jam

If I said we should get an arch of balloons, she pointed out why that was environmentally irresponsible.

If I suggested a DJ, she was emphatic they needed to have live musicians.

Jan found fault with everything I did.

Every. Single. Thing.

I didn’t like to feel like an idiot. But she managed to bring it out in me. So, I did what any sane man would do when confronted with a woman who made him completely insane.

I lusted after her in private. Yes, I spent many a night stroking myself to completion with an image of Jan’s fine ass ingrained firmly in my brain.

I wasn’t proud of it, but I wasn’t ashamed either. Human beings had needs, and Jan brought out the beast in me.

But in person, I tried to make myself scarce whenever she was around.

Not an easy feat by any means.

After the wedding ceremony, and the subsequent incident in the closet at the venue, things between us only got worse.

She was closed off, dismissive, and downright fucking callous. I wasn’t used to being ignored. And I really didn’t like it.

Payback for all the times I skipped out on a woman? Maybe.

I wasn’t about to ask the universe for any favors. It was what it was. And Jan just wasn’t into me.

If only I could forget her sweet taste and the way her soft body felt quivering around me. Those throaty moans, and how good my name sounded, spilling from her lips.

Fuck.

I really needed to get over it.

But it was harder than you think. I mean, I felt that woman explode around my fingers, and I knew she’d been as hot for me as I was for her.

I didn’t understand her reason for cutting me off after we’d been so rudely interrupted. I mean, no one knew about our little petting session—thank fuck.

Well, no one except for me, Jan, and Melanie, who’d barged into the closet where Jan and I had just rounded third base.

My cousin used to be so cute. A little snot-nosed kid always tagging along whenever we had family reunions and holiday get-togethers. She wasn’t so cute anymore.

The annoying brat had been asking me for status updates relentlessly after she walked in on Jan and me in the closet at Sonny and Delani’s wedding, going at it like teenagers.

Shit.

My cock pulsed just remembering the way her voluptuous curves felt under my searching hands and the sweet, strawberry taste of her lips from the fruity margaritas she’d been drinking earlier that night.

My one regret was that I hadn’t fucked her.

It was close.

Real close.

I still remembered the warm pulsing of her pussy around my fingers when I made her come on my hand. I’d had the condom in my pocket and was just about ready to pull it out when Melanie barged in with a gasp followed by a snicker of amusement.

Maybe that was why I couldn’t get Jan out of my head.

This was all new for me. I never had a problem being casual with the women I saw or slept with.

Except for Jan. The wedding was a month ago, and I should have already moved on. Casual sex wasn’t everything it was cracked up to be, especially not now that I was in my late thirties.

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