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Chapter Fifteen

Vivienne

M urray glances at the doorway where a blonde appears. She’s gorgeous, with more legs than torso, wavy hair that falls down to her hips, hips that bow and dip in all the right places I might add. She smiles, revealing a mouth loaded with straight, pearly whites.

“This is Stacy. We were hoping to watch a movie with you guys,” Reed says, his gaze darting to meet mine. I fix my focus on the DVDs in the bag, pretending to be puzzled by which one I should pick.

Murray turns off the lights, telling Reed and Stacy to settle in. He kisses my forehead as he heads to the kitchen to retrieve the popped bag of popcorn, and I stare at the blue screen, reading the FBI warning, terrified to look their way.

She’s beautiful and Reed is, well, Reed. Gorgeous, handsome, sexy—everything and more. If I look over there feeling as low as I feel right now and find them kissing or canoodling or something–it may be my 13th reason, I swear.

Stacy whispers, and then she giggles, but still, I watch the previews. The rough timbre of Reed’s voice drifts through the space, but I refuse to look. A minute later, Murray returns with popcorn, and I snuggle into his side just as the movie begins.

I watch the movie. I don’t question who Stacy is, where Reed met her, if this is their first date, if they’ve messed around, if she’s in college, if she’s seen the face he makes when he comes, if she’s felt his cum against her skin, if she’s into him—none of those questions infiltrate and poison my mind because I am highly focused on whatever movie I chose.

Halfway through, Murray slides his hand down my forearm, linking his fingers with mine.

On screen, the couple is kissing, one of those loud, moany, open mouth kisses that never really happens anywhere but on screen.

The moment is heated, and Murray’s body is warm, and Stacy is in Reed’s arms–I don’t have to look to know that she is.

Confusion and depression make a heady cocktail, urging me to plunge our joined hands beneath the blanket, under my panties. Murrays thick fingertips slide over my bare pussy, and beneath me, he hardens.

We haven’t had sex yet. He’s fingered me. I’ve given him a handjob. We’re not rushing.

The couple on screen moves to the bedroom, and Murray increases the pace, tracing small, gentle circles around my clit.

Under the privacy of the blanket, he could make me come.

I rarely come these days. It’s a struggle to get to the finish line.

My mind goes to Reed every time, and it’s the only way I can finish, but I don’t want to think of him when I come so I simply stop trying.

Murray clears his throat, shifting beneath me to make room for the thick erection growing in his sweats. His fingers feel good, and Reed is nearby. If I close my eyes, and think hard enough about the past, maybe I can pretend these are his fingers and he’s the one touching me.

Except I don’t close my eyes. I stupidly look over to the other couch, and find Reed’s eyes leveled on me through the dark.

The screen reflects off his glasses here and there, but I see plain as day he’s watching.

His eyes move between my eyes and the blanket in my lap, where it gently moves up and down with each stroke of Murray’s hand.

He knows.

He leans in, bringing his lips to Stacy’s ear, his eyes still on mine. She makes a sound, and a moment later he’s reaching under the blanket, and her eyes are rolling back.

Is he seriously doing this? Is he seriously fingering her while watching Murray finger me? What kind of head games are we playing on one another?

His bicep flexes as Murray softly groans, plunging a finger inside me, his thumb coming to rest on my clit. My eyes across the room on Reed, his eyes on me, Murray continues playing with me as Reed continues rubbing her. It’s fucked up. It’s wrong.

It also hasn’t felt this good in a long, long time.

Seriously, with Reed’s eyes boring holes into me, I can’t help but curl my toes into the couch cushion.

Reed’s arm moves, and Stacy’s head rolls as she brings her hand to her mouth, absorbing her moans of pleasure.

The movie flickers against Reed’s glasses, but when the scene goes darker, his eyes come into focus again.

He nuzzles into Stacy’s neck, hiding his expression from her as he mouths, “come” to me.

I look down at the subtly moving blanket, and reach beneath, dropping my hand onto Murray’s.

Guiding him, he moves his hand faster, stroking in and out of me as his thumb works tight circles.

My desire peaks, and Reed’s eyes droop a little, his hand moving as fast as Murray’s.

“Come,” he mouths again, “come for me ,” he mouths.

With Murray’s hand inside me, Reed’s eyes on me, I let go of the agony and anguish keeping me tethered, and feel the rush of release. I close my eyes, envisioning Reed’s breath feathered along my lips, his weight dipping the couch, his cock beneath me, his hand inside me.

Come . I see him in the shadows, urging me on, even with my eyes closed. But I obey, because I need to feel good, and I need some of him.

My eyes flutter open as my legs slam closed, moving the blanket a little.

My body tightens around Murray’s finger, and I come in wild, unabashed waves, doing my best to stay quiet.

Reed watches me arch my back, he watches as my eyes roll closed for a moment, and he watches my toes curl as the last bit of my orgasm rolls through me.

And right when I think post-orgasm clarity is going to hit, Stacy moves.

Her legs pull together, she turns her head, facing Reed, and she comes.

I lose his attention as he makes her come, his eyes set on hers as she lifts a hand to his face, cupping his cheek while she convulses all around his hand.

I looked at him when Murray made me come.

She turned, and he looked at her .

My eyes sting with foolish tears, silly tears that shouldn’t even exist. Play stupid games, Vivienne.

Still, I twist to face Murray, his hard cock throbbing beneath my ass, and excuse myself to the restroom.

He doesn’t ask to follow me to help him get off, because Murray is a good guy.

He kisses my cheek and winks, and returns his focus to the screen.

I slip into the hallway bathroom, the sound of Maribel’s laughter faint in the distance.

With my back to the wall, I let the tears fall.

I looked at him when I came, and he looked into her eyes when he made her come. I feel so stupid thinking we were… God, I don’t even know. What were we doing? Nothing. It was stupid, it was foolish, I’m–

“Vivienne?” Reed whispers. The door knob moves and I reach out, unlocking it to let him in before I have a chance to think better of it. He slips inside, locking the door behind him.

His quickly washes his hands, then places them on my face, thumbs swiping at the tears freely falling. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I’m sorry, Viv. She turned, she looked right into my eyes, I couldn’t…I had to?—”

“How did you know?” I breathe, trying to stay quiet amidst my irrational, jealous tears. “How did you know that's what upset me?”

He looks between my eyes, confusion knitting his brows. “Because,” he says simply, “it upset me, too.”

Spinning me, we face our reflections in the mirror as Reed slides his hands beneath my hoodie, coming to grope my bare breasts. I let out a long suppressed moan, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.

“I got so hard touching her, thinking it was you, wishing it was you. And watching you, watching you come for him, fuck, Viv,” he groans, licking at the side of my neck as he kneads my breasts.

He rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then spins me around, yanking up my hoodie to expose me.

He seals his mouth to my nipple, suckling a minute before pulling back.

“I’m sorry. I know we’re trying not to do this. I know we said we’d quit.” He steps back and my eyes fall to the bulge in his sweats. My pussy aches and my insides throb. My breasts, too.

I reach for him and drop to my knees. “This is the last time,” I say, blinking up at him. He slides his glasses up his nose, tugging his shirt off over his head with one hand. I reach up, stroking my hand through his happy trail, the knots of his abs making my insides clench.

“The last time,” he agrees as I slide his cock into my mouth, Murray and Stacy just a room over.