Page 28 of Good Girl
I put a little extra weight into my steps, hoping to annoy him by leaving some scratches in the wood floor, but it only makes the damn balls bash against my G-spot, so I have to take several pauses.
Josh’s eyes drop to my heels, and I smirk. He’s the same height as me, so whenever I wore heels, he always complained about it making me taller than him. That’s why I always wore them to work. I had to wear flats when I went out with him.
After gesturing to the couch for me to sit, he jabs a finger over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” I turn in that direction, my stomach twisting as I’m assaulted by the visions of him fucking Eric with more enthusiasm than he ever did me.
“No, thank you,” I reply tightly. Looking to the couch, I notice the throw cushion is back in place and not in the damn trash. “I’ll sit at the table.”
I take one of the seats, Josh trailing behind me. “Listen, Pop, I know what you saw was shocking.” He palms the back of one of the chairs, his features pinched. “I’m sorry.”
I release a long exhale, nodding my head. “You know, I wouldn’t have judged you if you’d told me you were gay.” It’s true. If that was something he’d struggled with, if he’d questioned whether he was or not, I would’ve been there for him. Supported him. Regardless he should have told me, he’s known for a long freaking time— they’ve been together since they were fifteen.
His muscles pull tight over his form when he straightens, crossing his arms over his chest and flicking his head so his hair moves off his face.
I always thought Josh was handsome, in a pretty way—boy-band-ish cute. But it’s ridiculous how much better-looking Vance and Tristan are. Those men are like fantasies come to life, film stars, unnaturally hot, incredible looking.
Josh’s lips are moving, so I shake my head to tune back in to what he’s saying. “Sorry, what?” my question comes out a little more forcefully than I intended.
“I’m not gay,” He states that with a straight face,ironically.
“Josh, I saw you balls deep in a man’s ass, and you were totally into it. I’d never seen you like that.” He flinches and screws up his nose.
“Do you have to sound so crude?”
“Did you have to fuck your cousin in our kitchen?” I counter, and he winces. Stepping around the chair, he takes a seat and reaches for my hand, which I snatch away.
Sighing, his jaw tics. “We need to get past this, things with Eric are complicated. And you’re not like him. I don’tfuckyou Pop, we make love.”
Gag. I know he hates the wordfuck, so to get him to say it gives me a little bit of a victory.
“You said you don’t like it when I get wet,” I remind him, feeling surer of myself, stronger, more confident than I was only days ago.
“That’s not what I said.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I love making love to you. I love you. This thing with Eric is an urge, something we’ve been doing for a long time—a habit, really.”
“Smoking is a habit, Josh. Not fucking your cousin when you have a fiancée.”
He groans, rubbing his hands over his face. “Can you stop calling him my cousin? It’s through marriage, not blood.”
Like that’s the issue.
Leaning forward, he places his hands on my knees, and I fight the urge to recoil. “Please come home for Christmas. My family is expecting us and wants to discuss plans for the wedding.”
A slow pulse begins thrumming inside me. Gaining a little momentum, I jolt, throwing my back into the chair and gasping as the balls inside my pussy really start vibrating. It dawns on me then that Vance meant this when he said he would buzz.Fucker.
When Josh says my name and moves his hands off me, I quickly cross my legs, the dress parting and slipping up my thigh. Swallowing against the building pleasure, I squeeze my eyes closed. Cursing Vance in my mind for doing this to me now, of all times.
The moment the vibrations stop altogether— coming to a sudden halt—my posture instantly relaxes, and a loud breath rushes through my nose. Opening my eyes, they clash with Josh’s, who’s frowning deep and templing his hands, resting his chin there.
“We don’t have to talk about the wedding if it upsets you that much.”
Of course, he can’t differentiate my pleasure from my discomfort.
His gaze drops to my thigh, and he licks his lips, reaching out to brush his hand against the bare skin of my knee. Is he trying to trick me into thinking he wants me that way? Feeling bold with the confidence Vance and Tristan have given me, I uncross my legs.
Josh inhales sharply. “Pop…”
“Do you find me attractive, Josh?” I widen my thighs so my pussy is on display for his eyes.
“Yes,” he grinds out. “Do you honestly think I don’t? Any man would—look at you.” He sounds truthful, raking a hand through his hair. “Do you want me to fuck you, Pop? Is that what you need?”
