Page 195 of Accidental Husband
I shake my headnuh-uh.
Her lips curl into a smile. "I like it."
"Sex? Fuck, I hope so."
"How obsessed you are."
"Yeah?" I am obsessed. With her. And making her come. And being one with her. And all that cheesy stuff. "Married couples have sex."
"Do they?" Her nose scrunches. "I mean, my mom makes an effort. Which is too much information. But I guess they both have expectations."
Yeah. Her mom makes great effort to maintain a "bikini body" year-round (don't get me started on the ridiculous idea that women need to look a certain way to wear a bikini). Her dad—I don't have the details, but there's something kinky going on there. It's weird, but it works for them. "Maybe that's a good thing."
"Probably. They both know what they want. And they're happy as long as they get it."
"They love each other."
She presses her lips together. "Yeah. But…"
"You only think there's too much distance because you don't see their sexting."
Her nose scrunches with distaste. "Oh my God."
"Can you imagine the pics your mom takes?"
"Oh my God."
"She's probably setting her timer while she does one of those yoga poses nude."
"Do you want to have sex with my mom?" Disgust spreads over her face. "Oh my God, Griff, you know I couldn't invite guys over all of high school."
"You got me," I pretend to confess. "I fucked myself to your mom every day."
She stares in horror.
I try to hold my poker face, but it only lasts for a few seconds.
"Thank God." She swats me again, a little harder. "Wait. Did you?"
"Did I fuck myself to your mom?"
"Yeah? Ever? Even once?"
I can't recall any specific fantasy from middle school or high school. Back then, the thought of tits was enough to make me hard. And, well, Jules's mom is hot. Really hot. But—"No. She felt too much like family."
"Really?"
"Yeah. The way she looked at me like I wasn't good enough to hang out with you."
"Griff." Jules presses her lips to my cheek. "Fuck, I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"I am. I'm sorry you went through that. I'm sorry you don't have anyone."
"I have you." I rub her wedding ring with my thumb. "You're my family."
"But, if we… we're not sure this is happening."
