How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,63

for you. I have some stones. You can hold them and feel each other. Even when you’re not together…”

“Mom!” Callie said.

“Oh, I think we’re good there,” I said. “We live next door. And, plus, this isn’t about sex…”

“Jackson,” Callie said.

“What’s it about then?” her mother asked with a grin.

“Tell her, Callie,” I said.

“Go for your run,” Callie said. “I’m begging you.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll get out of your hair.” I looked at Callie’s mother. “I wouldn’t want to get my wife upset, right?”

Callie gasped.

“Wife?” her mother asked.

“You never told her?” I asked.

“Callie, you’re married?” her mother yelled.

“Mom, it’s not…” Callie had to make a decision.

A really quick decision too.

I smiled, waiting to see how she was going to handle this moment.

“I’m married,” she said. “Fine. I’m married. Jackson and I fell for each other and just did it. It was fast. It was crazy. I really didn’t know what to say to you, Mom. Or how to say it. I didn’t want you to get mad at me.”

“I don’t think she could get mad at our love,” I said.

“Jackson is right,” Callie’s mother said.

“I’m not used to hearing that,” I said with a laugh.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Callie snapped.

“Callie,” her mother said.

“Jackson, I really need to speak to my mother alone.”

“I understand,” I said. “Forgive me. I was just excited. I don’t have a mother. So this is… I just thought it was nice to be able to say I have a mother now.”

Callie’s mother touched her chest. “Oh, Jackson. Your energy is something fierce. When I first met you, the energy was wild. A man who was on the prowl all the time. But hearing you speak and seeing you and my daughter look at each other, it’s no wonder you two ran off and got married. How can I be upset with that? In fact… let me and the ladies throw you a party.”

“A wedding reception?” Callie asked.

“No,” her mother said. “Forget that. Let’s make it a declaration and celebration of your love party. That’s what it’ll be. I’ll arrange different setups. One for love. One for kindness. One for understanding. One for… great sex…”

“Oh, I like that one,” I said.

“Jackson,” Callie growled again.

I actually enjoyed hearing her growl my name. When I took that soundbite and threw it on the image of her pulling her dress down to tease me and moved it to her in the bathroom taking off the same dress where I saw her bare breast…

I cleared my throat and casually kept my right hand in front of my shorts.

Last thing I needed to do here was pitch a tent in front of my mother-in-law.

Then again, from what I had seen from Callie’s mother, she would probably try to rub some magic rocks on my dick and sing to my boner.

Now that was an image to have…

“I’m going to do this whether you like it or not,” Callie’s mother said.

Callie looked at me and it was pure hatred.

I enjoyed it.

“You know, I better get going for that run,” I said. “If I don’t go now, I’m going to convince myself not to go at all.”

“That’s a great idea,” Callie said. “I like my hubby super fit. You don’t want my eyes looking around, do you?”

“You’re too much, wife,” I said. I touched Callie’s mother’s hand. “And it was a pleasure to see you again. Hope to see you more now.”

“I hope so too,” she said with a sparkle in her eye.

“Mom, he’s your son-in-law,” Callie said.

“I know,” her mother said.

I looked at Callie and smiled.

She put her thumb to her neck and ran it from one side to another.

She wanted to kill me.

I deserved it.

But trust me, she was already killing me.

I went for a cool five mile jog through the city.

It was a pain in the ass to run in the city. Trying to work around people, crosswalks, and vehicles that didn’t give a shit about traffic signals or pedestrians.

The run did nothing to clear my head.

I should have gone down to the park and just looped it a few times.

Oh well.

I got back to my apartment and took a long shower.

That didn’t help much either.

Each time I looked down at my dick, I felt like I owed it an apology for what was happening. The poor guy kept getting hard with no real action. It was certainly sick of the palm of my right hand. And my right hand would rather have been broken and in a cast than to touch my dick