How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,74
since I married you. I know you haven’t either. We’ve been faithful to each other. Which is good. That’s part of this marriage. But we have needs, Callie. Don’t we?”
“Yeah,” she said. “But what happened-”
“Was two people taking care of their needs,” I said. “If you were any wetter the downstairs apartment would have a leak.”
“Don’t talk like that,” she said. “That’s just… weird.”
“It’s the truth,” I said.
The bacon was in full swing, cooking.
I poured the eggs into the pan and found a spatula.
Callie was silent as I cooked the eggs and flipped the bacon.
She sipped her coffee and was lost in thought.
I finished making breakfast and got two plates.
She casually walked to her small bistro table set near the window.
I carried the plates to the table, taking note of the way she sat on the chair. With her legs fully exposed. Her right leg bent, tucked under her left leg. The line of the panties and the way it hugged her skin…
I put the plates down and grabbed her coffee mug to refill it.
When I returned to the table with her coffee and mine, she smiled at me.
“This is kind of nice,” she said. “I don’t think anyone has ever cooked breakfast for me before.”
“Ever?” I asked.
“Well, you did that night after we got married. But, you know, this is kind of different…”
“Because I was inside you twenty minutes ago?” I asked with a grin.
Callie rolled her eyes. “Sure, Jackson.”
“Hey. I don’t get what the problem is here.”
“We need to know what this is.”
“We already do. We’re married. For a reason. We both have needs. We live next to each other. I mean… next time… I’ll leave after I’m done. If that’s what you want.”
“And you think there’s going to be a next time?” Callie asked.
“Why wouldn’t there be?” I asked. “We fuck great together, sweetie. Your body is meant for mine. I mean, fuck, the way you move your hips when-”
“Okay, I don’t need a recap,” Callie said. She shut her eyes and blushed. “I just… this is crazy.”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Callie asked.
“I love this about you, Callie. This is the crazy part? Two people fucking? Think about it. We’re married.” I held up my left hand to show her my ring. “We got married for money. But the crazy part to you is that we had sex.”
“Shut up,” she said.
We both ate our breakfast and she went back to thinking.
“Tell you what,” I said. “I’ll clean up breakfast and disappear. We go back to normal. And if the moment arises again, we talk about it. I don’t know what else to say here. I enjoyed myself.”
“I did too,” she said. “I don’t regret it. I’m just trying to figure it out.”
“Maybe try not to figure everything out so much,” I said as I stood up. “Just let things be. Let things happen.”
I grabbed her plate off the table and walked both of our plates to the sink.
I rinsed the plates off and put them in the dishwasher.
Callie brought me her coffee cup.
“Want more coffee?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “I’m going to go grab a shower.”
“Enjoy,” I said.
She walked away and I slowly turned my head, watching her ass. The t-shirt covered nothing. Which was a beautiful thing. It was now my favorite t-shirt in the world.
Her ass just had a way of…
I gritted my teeth.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Jackson?” Callie asked.
She stopped and looked back.
“What?” I asked. “If you’re going to walk about half naked, I’m going to stare.”
“Not that,” she said.
“Then what?” I asked.
She smiled. “I just said I was taking a shower…”
“And?” I asked.
Callie sighed. “Are you going to fucking join me or not?”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Callie
Jackson’s big, strong hands moved over my breasts, covering my nipples with soft suds from my flowery soap. He moved his hands down to my stomach and pulled me against him. My back against his front, his thick cock sandwiched between our bodies.
That damn thing was climbing up my back, like a snake.
And it made me shiver just the same.
I put my head back and let the water rush over my body.
He lowered his mouth to mine and we kissed as the soap rinsed off my body.
I had to admit it to myself that I never before in my life had a man wash my body. And I actually didn’t mind it all that much. Telling Jackson where to touch me and how hard and soft I wanted it.