At the moment, I felt pretty lost, and I didn’t like it.
“Everything okay?” Maddox asked.
I smiled. “Yeah. But I’d better get going. What time should I be back for dinner? Do I need to bring anything?”
“I’ll pick the boys up around five, so a little after. Addison will be here if I’m not back yet.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then,” I said. I put my earbud back in, hit play on my phone, and headed back to the apartment.
6
Olivia
I pulled up to Addison and Maddox’s house at twenty minutes to five.
I had already done my grocery shopping and unpacked. Since it was almost five o’clock anyway, I had decided to head over to her house.
I had only been there once before, but it looked the same as I remembered.
Maddox’s SUV was in the garage along with Addison’s minivan. In the driveway was Maddox’s work vehicle—an SUV that read Carford County Sheriff on the side.
As I walked up the driveway, I had to wonder if the block had coordinated their lawn mowing to be on the same day. The neighbor right next door and the neighbor across the street were mowing, and then another guy a few houses up was also cutting his yard.
With the garage door open, I decided to enter the house that way since the front door was more formal. Once I was in the garage, I could see through the screen door that the main door was only about three-fourths of the way closed. I was surprised because it was so hot outside. But Addison must have left it open because she knew I was coming over.
While I was sure Addison wouldn’t care if I simply walked into her house, I knocked on the screen door anyway. I heard what sounded like a voice call out, but I couldn’t be sure because at the same time, the next-door neighbor chose that moment to mow the edge of his yard, right next to the garage.
But my friend knew I was coming, so I figured she was calling me in. It felt silly to yell back into the house and ask if she had told me to come in when I could just walk inside.
But within moments of entering the house, I realized Addison had not been yelling for me to enter. And I also knew why she hadn’t wanted me to come early. And more importantly, I understood that I should have listened to her.
Addison and Maddox were having sex in the living room, and it was not like any sex that I’d had before.
They looked like something I’d see on-screen. But not porn, where everything was for the cameras and the woman was faking it. This was like in an R-rated movie or a TV-MA show.
Maddox pushed Addison’s dark hair out of the way as he pounded into her. It wasn’t a word I would normally use to describe sex, but there was nothing else as accurate. Her knees were up by her waist like she wanted him in as deeply as he could go.
Addison reached up, and I thought she was going to wrap her hand around the back of Maddox’s neck, but she changed direction and pushed her hand against the back of her couch, as if she was bracing herself.
No as if. The way Maddox was screwing her, she was definitely bracing herself.
Maddox threaded his fingers through Addison’s hair with one hand and cupped the side of her head with the other.
“Are you going to come?” he asked her.
She made a low, “Mmhmm,” noise in response that sounded like she was in pain…or at the height of pleasure.
Maddox stared into his wife’s eyes, as if he was waiting for something, and when she came, I knew that was what he had been holding out for. He shoved his hips into Addison’s as he climaxed, looking in her eyes the whole time.
I felt like a total perv for standing there and watching them. It was such an intimate moment.
But when Maddox kissed Addison as they lay there, connected, I realized that was more intimate than anything.
I needed to get out of there.
Thankfully, I heard the lawn mower move closer to the house, and I used the noise to cover up my escape.
I made it around to the front of the house and collapsed on the steps of the porch. My legs were like gelatin from the adrenaline rush of almost getting caught.
Yet my skin felt like it was on fire, and when I opened my legs under my summer dress to catch a breeze, I realized my underwear was soaked. I looked down at myself to see my nipples poking through my dress and my bra.
I’d had a handful of boyfriends in my life, and I didn’t think I’d ever been as turned on as I was at that moment.
I pulled my legs closer and rested my head on my knees.
I needed to do some deep breathing and focus my thoughts on something else.
“You okay?”
I jumped and screeched. I flung my head up to see Tommy standing in front of me, but I quickly lowered my eyes before he could read my face. I was sure voyeur was written all over it.
But that wasn’t the smartest move because my eyes landed on his crotch, and even though he wasn’t hard, I could still see the outline of his dick through his shorts. I was getting wet again.
I groaned and dropped my head back to my knees.
I sensed Tommy taking a seat beside me. “That bad, huh?”
“I don’t even know what to say,” I said into my legs.
“Okay, let’s start with something easy. Why are you sitting out here?”
“I arrived too early.”
“That doesn’t seem so bad. I’m a little early, too.”
“I…” I couldn’t believe I was going to tell him this, but it was like I needed someone to share my pain. “I walked into the house, and I shouldn’t have. I saw—”
Tommy burst out laughing, so I sat up.
He had his hand on his chest, as if he couldn’t breathe from laughing so hard.
“What’s so funny?” I hadn’t even told him what I’d seen.
“You saw Maddox and Addison having sex.”
I narrowed my eyes. “How did you know?”
“Because when I was here earlier, Maddox told me to leave, so he could fuck his wife.”
“Yeah, well, Addison didn’t warn me.” I wrinkled my nose. “And do you have to be so crude?”
Tommy laughed again. “Those were his words, not mine.” He leaned close to my ear. “And there is nothing wrong with the word fuck.”
I shivered. “Agree to disagree.”
“I’ve never met someone who needs it more.”
I swung my head around to glare at him. “I’ve been…you know.”
“Honey, I don’t want to start another fight with you, but if you’ve been…you know…you wouldn’t be sitting out here, so shaken up about what you just saw or about me saying the very word.”
He lifted my leg over his knee. He put his hand on my ankle and slowly ran it up toward my crotch. I watched it slip under the dress, as if I were in someone else’s body. He reached the top of my thigh and cupped me between the legs.
“So hot.” He removed his hand and set my foot on the step. “Like I said, I’ve never met someone who needs it more.”
It took me a second to find my voice. “And how do you know that?”
“Because you didn’t stop me from touching you.” He leaned closer again. “And you probably didn’t realize it, but you spread your legs for me just a tiny bit further.”