Two seconds later, a cat ran out from the field and across the road.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Look, it’s just a cat,” I said to reassure her, but she was still watching the darkness of the field, and I could feel her body trembling.
I wrapped my arm around her.
“Hey, hey.” I rubbed my hand up and down her arm. “You okay?”
She was really scared.
“Let’s keep walking, okay?” Her fingers gripped me tighter.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let go.” I gave her body a little nudge. “Come on. We’re almost there.” We were only about halfway, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
We continued on, close like that, but once we were around homes again and more lighting, Olivia’s hold on me loosened.
“The day is ending a lot differently than it started.”
“What do you mean?” she asked me.
“This morning, you hated my guts, and now, you can’t keep your hands off me.”
She jumped back as if I’d stuck a hot poker in her side, as if she’d just realized that she was clutching on to me.
She cleared her throat. “Yeah, well, I didn’t really hate you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You sure about that?”
“I would say I had a strong aversion to you. Hate sounds too mean.”
“That’s good to know.”
“But you apologized, and sometimes, I feel like a third wheel with Addison and Maddox. Who else can sympathize but you?”
I nodded in agreement.
Soon, we arrived at our buildings.
“Do you want me to walk you up?” The door into the building wasn’t locked, and seeing as how she had been skittish earlier, I thought I’d ask.
She hesitated before saying, “I’ll be fine.”
I opened the door. “Go on. I’ll be right behind you.”
Her lips parted.
I smiled. “Just go, Olivia,” I said before she could argue.
She listened this time. We climbed the rickety steps, and I watched her unlock the door, listening for the sound of the dead bolt opening.
“Do you want me to check inside before you go in?”
“No. I was just being silly earlier.” She put her hand on my chest. “Thank you though. I appreciate the offer.”
I looked down. It felt like she was burning a hole through my skin. I stared up into her brown eyes. “I won’t go in on one condition.”
“Okay, what’s that?”
“Tell me the truth. What did you mean when you said you’d never had sex like that?”
10
Olivia
I had already admitted too many things tonight and had that embarrassing moment where I got scared. Nobody was going to hurt me here.
But I was not going to tell Tommy—the guy who had told me I needed my ass slapped and my pussy pounded—that I had never had amazing sex. Good sex? Sure. But on a scale of one to ten, I’d probably rate the best sex I’d had at a five.
Until tonight, I had thought rated-ten sex was only something you saw on TV or read about.
And now, I was getting wet, just thinking about it again.
I was so ashamed. They were my friends.
Tommy put his hand on mine, and that was when I realized I was still touching him.
I quickly pulled away, and he lifted a brow.
“Go ahead. Check the apartment.”
Disappointment flashed across his face, but he didn’t say anything. And I waited by the door for him to do his sweep so that I could regain some more composure.
He was back in less than five minutes. “All clear.”
“Shocking,” I said.
He laughed. “You can deflect with humor, Olivia, but the only one you’re hiding from is yourself.” He stepped closer, kissed me on the side of the forehead, and turned to walk away. “Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I walked into the apartment and headed straight for the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I needed to go to bed and try to forget the thing I wasn’t supposed to have seen.
I slipped into bed five minutes later and closed my eyes.
That was a mistake because the only thing I could see was Addison and Maddox together.
I sighed and rolled over. “Think of something else,” I whispered to myself.
I closed my eyes again, and this time, I saw Tommy. He was sitting around the patio table, as he had been earlier tonight.
This was a much better thought.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last. Tommy picked me up, carried me into the living room, and set me down on the same couch Addison and Maddox had been having sex on previously. He pulled off his shirt, and I flung my eyes open.
Okay, so I just needed to do something before going to bed. My adrenaline was still a little high from walking home. I had joked with Addison that morning about not having time for television, but I was on vacation. I should really find one of the shows that people had talked about around the office.
I threw back the covers and padded through the dark living room to find my laptop. I couldn’t find my computer at first, and then I remembered I had left it in the kitchen. I had been on a quick conference call with my assistant as I put away my groceries.
I picked it up off the counter and turned to go back to my room, so I could watch TV in bed, but I stopped when I saw the light on in the apartment where Tommy was staying. Curious as to what he was doing, I moved closer to my window.
And gasped.
Tommy had just stripped off his shirt. Kind of like he had in my little fantasy minutes ago. But unlike my fantasy, I didn’t want to make the image disappear, and I didn’t step away either.
He turned, so his side was facing me, and I watched as Tommy pushed his shorts off. I gasped again. He wasn’t wearing underwear.
His muscular thigh flexed as he lifted his leg to pull his shorts from his foot, and I remembered how it had felt against the palm of my hand when we were at Addison and Maddox’s. It felt exactly how it looked.
Tommy spun around and faced the window. He walked toward it, and I only had a couple seconds to look before he closed the shade, but it was enough.
His dick was fucking huge.
I spun and threw my back against the wall.
Something was wrong with me. First, I had spied on Addison and Maddox and now Tommy.
I had never been a voyeur before, but it seemed like I was trying to hit a new world record.
“You need to get laid,” a voice that sounded an awful lot like Addison said in my head. “You need to find a man who fucks you like Maddox fucks me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. My brain was playing tricks on me.
No, it isn’t. It’s trying to tell you something, but you’re not listening.
My eyes popped open.
Could this fake Addison be right? Was I ignoring what my body was trying to tell me?
Tommy’s words came back to me about lying to myself.
I slowly ran my free hand down my body and paused when I reached my pajama shorts.
Just do it.
I slid my hand underneath and put it between my legs.
I was soaked.
My body was trying to tell me that I was horny, and I had been ignoring it. Not that I was surprised. I hardly ever masturbated, even in between relationships. I was usually too busy.