Page 48 of Second Chance Ex
I stare at her unblinking, my eyes wide as I try to make sense of what she’s just told me.
Adam smirks all cocky-like. “I figured it out last night when I recognized Jessie.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. “Oh, God. You’ve hooked up before, haven’t you?”
“Yeah…” Jessie says regretfully. “We met on Tinder.”
Adam sniggers, hands held up at his sides. “What are the fucking odds?”
I offer him a warning look. “You’re not helping at all; you know that right?”
He bites back his smug smile, crossing his arms over his naked chest, and averts his gaze to the floor.
“So, what?” I turn to Jessie. “You and Joey are just…?”
She heaves a sigh. “We’re friends. Nothing more. And I hate that I agreed to do this for him, but… well—” She pauses, her gaze flitting pointedly to Adam, and I guess she has a point. I’m not really one to judge, am I?
“I’m sorry, Prue.” Jessie offers a truly contrite look. “I really am, I didn’t want to do this, but Joey’s my friend. He’s one of mybestfriends. He was desperate. And I guess I just wanted to help.”
“Help make me jealous.” I scoff. “Nice.”
“I went with Joey to Madison and Ryan’s engagement party because he was nervous to go alone. I was only there as hisfriend,” she says, seemingly adamant. “Then he called me and asked me to drop everything to come out here with him this weekend. He was beside himself because you told him you had a boyfriend.” She shrugs. “I don’t know. When we’re in love, we do crazy things, and I guess this was his way of trying to win his girl back.”
I snap my head up at that. “Hiswhat?”
“His girl,” she repeats with full confidence.
“Nothis girl,” I say, wondering just how many times I have to keep reminding people of this fact.
“Prue, you and Joey are twin flames,” Jessie says with a faraway smile. “It’s so obvious.”
“Even I can see it,” Adam pipes up looking all smug and smackable.
I shake my head at the both of them. “Can you two just go and… I don’t know... finish fucking?”
Adam clearly doesn’t need to be told twice, turning and ushering Jessie straight back into the bathroom, laying a smack on her ass. The door is slammed shut in my face to the tune of a high-pitched giggle, and I turn and sit on the edge of the bed, burying my head in my hands.
This is so messed up, it’s not even funny. Joey and I are grown-ass adults, and we’re pretending to be in relationships, all while our fake significant others are secretly fucking each other in the shower.
I mean, could this be any messier?
Okay, so maybe it’s a little bit funny. A little bit funny and a whole lot screwed up.
The guys and I managed to get in a few runs down the mountain; shredding the slopes before a storm rolled in and we couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of us. I, for one, cannot afford to get injured between now and spring training, so I made the decision to retire to the tavern at the base of the mountain, and the guys followed; beer usually wins over broken bones.
The girls went off to the spa for their pamper day and it’s probably a good thing too because after the moment between me and Prue in the kitchen this morning, I needed a break from her in order to get my shit together. I’d have raw-dogged her right there in the goddamn pantry if she’d have let me; pulled down her pajama pants, bent her over and slid deep inside her beautiful, silky pussy. But, of course, that didn’t happen, so I had to deal with Heather and Milly yapping my ear off over a damn grazingboard while I tried to hide my raging hard-on behind a fucking croissant.
Afterwards, I made sure to jerk off in the shower like a horny teenager, and when I did, man I came so hard thinking about Prue. Thinking about the way her fleshy ass pressed up against my dick. The way her breaths shuddered. The way her nipples poked through the silky satin of her pajama shirt. Fuck, I’m hard now even thinking about it.
“No fucking way, dude!”
I snap my head toward the end of the picnic table, the sound of Adam Hopper’s obnoxiously loud voice ripping me from my thoughts of Prue. My eyes immediately narrow. Man, I hate that fucking guy. He’s laughing at something on Carter’s phone, and my hand aches with the need to punch him. How the fuck does a joker like AdamDick BagHopper get his hands on a queen like Prue. It hurts me to see them together, in a way I’ve never felt pain before. When I see his hand on her thigh, or his lips anywhere in the vicinity of her skin, it feels like a fucking knife to my gut, and something in my chest tightens to the point where it’s almost impossible to breathe.
“You okay, bro?” Ryan asks, his voice low, tone knowing.
I offer a grunt in response.
“You look like you’re about to reach down the table and tear his goddamn face off.” Ryan chuckles, tipping his head back to finish the last of his beer.
