Page 110 of June: Jess' Story

I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. “And…?”

“And I don’t know how to say this without offending you, but I wish you’d move back to the house.”

“I can’t.”

“No, I know you can’t…like that. But you know, for Eden to have both parents around all the time? Listen, I want to be present, and I want you to be present. I don’t want either of us missing out on anything. I mean, fuck! She can say three words and I had no idea.”

“Fuck,” Eden mimics and we both start laughing.

“Four words, actually,” I laugh out.

“Right, but would you consider it?” As much as I detest the idea, Eden deserves what I never had. I know that. She deserves the big family, the happy household. She deserves to have a dog racing around under foot and to not worry about if she left her favorite sweatshirt at mom’s or dad’s this week. And maybe I want that for her, too…

“Okay, yeah…I think for Eden, it’s the right thing to do,” I say softly, but with a certain resolve.

“Does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”

I splash him with the bath water. “No…but I never fully hated you to be honest. I just hate not being number one. That’s all. Fuck, I don’t even hate Jamie.” And that’s the truth. He’s been a fucking saint since that day in the car. Or maybe he’s been like this all along, but I wanted him to be the bad guy in my story, so all his actions and intentions had that filter imposed on it.

“Fuck,” Eden mimics me again, splashing her hands down into the soapy water.Fuck, need to stop saying it. This time Tommy and I both crack up under our breath so as not to encourage the little gremlin.

“You two are a bad influence,” Jamie says from where he’s now standing in the hallway.

“Alright, I’m done. You wrangle her to bed.” I stand up and dry off my hands, but lean forward to give Eden a kiss goodnight.

As I leave to head back to Brit’s where I’ve been sleeping in the basement, Jamie stops me.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I say back.

“Thank you.”

I just nod. I’m doing this for Eden. “Merry Christmas, Jamie.”

He gives me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek and I set off to go tell my best friend I’m moving, for real this time.

THIRTY

Jess

I knock gently against the door before entering.

“Hey, Damian,” I start, but the sight before me has me halting in my tracks. It surprises me.

Damian is sitting shirtless on his bed with his lounge pants pulled down around where he’s fisting his cock with one hand, his phone in his other. “Fuck,” I say, and he looks up at me. He’s the one caught in the act, but it’s me who blushes. My cheeks heat and my pussy swells. (A reaction that surprises the shit out of me.)

He doesn’t immediately cover himself up, and I don’t immediately look away.

I’m still standing with the door partly open when he says, “The door.”Oh fuck, right.

“Right. Shit, sorry.” I drop my head, turn around, and quickly slip out the door, even though a part of me is wishing he’d told me to come over and sit on his face. (Oh my gawd, what?!) My palms turn clammy and my body heats all over.

Fuck, that was so hot. And what was he watching? And why does that make me jealous?My underwear is instantly soaked and I need to go finger fuck myself while picturing Damian’s cock. (I also need to get laid, apparently.)Thisis a whole new level of desperation.

I slip into my bedroom at the other end of the basement, but I don’t even bother to get undressed. I unbutton most of my shirt dress, then lie back on the bed and move two fingers under my silky panties into my wet, quivering entrance. (Yes, quivering. Did I mention I was in desperate straits to get laid?) God, I’m so fucking needy for a cock, anything. I need that mindless release. I need someone to help me forget.

I’m grabbing and pulling at my nipples with the hand not in my panties, when the door opens.Oh, fuck.