Page 29 of Change My Mind
Rachel frowned and looked between me and the man in question.
“Really?”
If I ever found myself in possession of a time machine, I would go and save Rachel from herself. By doing that, I think she would have grown up into a woman who was truly self-confident instead of one who put on the performance of a lifetime everysingle day. She was so good at it that even I forgot she was performing, but then there were moments like this. She was looking at me in near disbelief at the idea that a man would find her even remotely attractive enough to check her out. It broke my heart.
It would never be enough that the only real revenge she got on that fucker was laughing him out of his job.
“Yes, really. Why wouldn’t he? You look fucking hot tonight. My brain short-circuited when you opened the door earlier,” I said. She still didn’t look like she believed me.
“Because you’re the hotter one of the two of us, and if I were him, I would look at you first?” she said, confusion evident in her entire demeanour.
“And yet, Blondie over there is looking atyou.” I took a sip of my drink, and my eyes locked with someone on the opposite end of the bar. “I’ve just found my target. Maybe go over there, offer to buy him a drink. See if you can flirt a little.”
“I’m not going to do that. I need to check this guy out for you before you ride off into the night,” Rachel said, although her eyes flicked over to the man with clear interest.
“Rach, I’ll be fine. Just go and talk to that guy and buy him a drink. It’s just a drink. No one said you had to drop down on your knees and choke on his dick.”
Rachel spluttered. “I can’t think of anything worse.”
I could see her point. If I heard my fiancé getting his dick sucked by a wedding guest and begging to blow his load over her tits, the night before my wedding, I wouldn’t go near a blow job again either.
“Just try. If you hate it, you hate it. But maybe it’s finally time to get back on the horse.”
“That would be a very intimidating horse to get back to it with,” Rachel said, although she was smiling now. I took one more look at Blondie. He looked about thirty seconds away from attempting to devour Rachel. Good.
“It’s what you deserve.” I kissed her on the cheek and went to make my approach.
Jonathan (never John or Johnny,not that I’d asked) was sucking on my neck.
We had made it back to my flat, which was weirdly quiet. I had no idea where Eli was at ten at night, but we hadn’t made it past the living room. Jonathan had pressed me onto the sofa and then latched onto my neck. It had started as just light kisses, and then it moved to the sucking. Which wasn’t doing anything for me because, as erogenous zones went, my neck wasn’t one of them. His fingers had pulled my top and bra cup down to expose my breast, but that was as far as he’d gone. The only reason my nipple was hard was because it was hanging out in the cool air of the room. His hand was now underneath my skirt, my underwear pulled to the side, and his fingers were…there. Fumbling around but not really doing anything. I gently took hold of his wrist and tried to direct him while he made quiet mewling sounds into the crook of my neck.
“Could you just—” I tried. His fingers slipped down and then back up. Again, achieving nothing.
I huffed. Jonathan sucked on my neck, and I wondered if it was going to leave a mark. That would be annoying to deal with for a few days while it faded.
And then, I heard a door close.
It could only be one door. The front door.
The suction cup against my neck finally came off. The rush of blood to the surface and the tingling of that turned me on more than anything Jonathan had been doing for the last ten minutes.
“What the fuck?” he said as he looked over my shoulder. “I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend.”
“I don’t. He’s my flatmate,” I said as I readjusted my underwear and flipped my skirt back down.
“Right, yeah. Just your flatmate,” he scoffed as he stood up and adjusted his bulge. Glad someone had found this whole experience arousing.
“No, really, he is,” I tried. Jonathan shook his head as he walked away from me. I tracked him as he left, his legs eating up the space quickly. I kept my gaze on Jonathan’s retreating back until the door closed behind him. Then I looked at Eli, standing up to face him.
He looked…angry. But his eyes kept darting downwards.
Oh yeah, my boob. I covered it back up.
“Have a good night?” I asked timidly, hoping we could just move straight past this little escapade.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He laughed. It was a harsh, abrupt sound.
I wiped my hands down my skirt. “Well, it didn’t end quite like yours did last night.”
