“Now that wehave time to talk, did you eat syrup off her tits and pussy?”
Oran asks, then takes a sip of Karessa’s margarita. We were handed drinks when we arrived at the vacation house and Ainslee excitedly grabbed Karessa to go explore the house. She passed me her bag and Oran her drink before being dragged off. He plucks off the bullshit umbrella and throws it then continues to sip my wife’s drink like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I give him an evil look and it has nothing to do with the drink and everything to do with the stupidity of the question.
“You already know I fucking did.” Oran grins. “And her bellybutton, too. Then she took it in the ass with a piece of French toast in her mouth. The fuck?”
Oran pats my back. “My man. Looks like I’ve taught you something.”
I laugh at his lunacy. “Youtaughtme?”
It’s Oran’s turn to give me a dirty look. “Don’t act like we haven’t traded notes over the years.”
“Okay. That’s true but you’re scared to do some of the stuff I do.”
Oran raises a brow at me while taking another sip. “Not scared. Impatient. Anal takes too much prepping, patience, and lube when there’s a perfectly wet, tight hole waiting to take my dick. Two if you count her mouth.”
I shrug because I can’t argue with his logic. “True but…”
“I love it!” Ainslee says to Karessa before we see them again. “This is going to be an amazing honeymoon.”
Karessa walks up to Oran and retrieves her margarita. He smirks at me when she drinks it without acknowledging that it’s half gone.
“You two just sharing drinks now?” I tease them with mock annoyance.
“Here, Jagger. Just take some of mine. That way you’ve both drank each other’s wife’s cups.” Ainslee suggests.
Oran and I chuckle and look at each other since it’s obvious Ainslee doesn’t see why I’m really messing with him, but that doesn’t matter when she walks to the pool and drops her dress, revealing a tiny orange bikini that barely covers her curves. Her hair cascades down her back and covers part of her tattoo. The sun bounces off her skin giving her a golden glow.
I’ve seen her half-naked on her posts but not in person while not being distracted by my wife’s pussy is different. Oran’s groan from next to me pulls me out of my assessment.
Ainslee turns and seeks out Karessa. “Karessa?” My wife looks up from her phone, she’s probably in her sister group chat. “Come on! Help me out.”
“Okay,” Karessa agrees and passes her cup back to Oran.
Her soft pink coverup falls to reveal a backless one-piece of the same color. My eyes drop to her ass. She’s trying to get fucked. We watch as Ainslee squeezes sunscreen into Karessa’s palm then piles her hair atop her head for Karessa to rub it in.
“Don’t run towards the pool. You’re still fully dressed,” I tease my transfixed friend. I take a sip of Ainslee’s drink. Mango. It’s good.
I watch the girls rub each other down and think about the other things they could rub.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Oran asks.
“Yes, but we should walk away slowly since we promised them girl time. And if either one of us moves in that direction, that won’t happen.”
My response is damn reluctant and my dick disagrees but a deal is a deal no matter how much it hurts.
* * *
We’re settledon the opposite side of the vacation house as far from Karessa and Ainslee as we can get. We finish their drinks and move on to whiskey. Oran sinks further into the couch and spreads his legs. He’s wearing khaki shorts, an orange polo, and brown boat shoes. Vacation Oran is in full effect but I know one thing is still standing in the way.
“We should get it out of the way,” I begin.
His gray eyes study me as he sips his drink but he doesn’t respond. He’s giving me the space to begin where I want which is hard for Oran since he likes to get to the point. I drain my glass then refill it. I haven’t had a real discussion about it and the only reason I’m starting with Oran is because his dad was directly involved.
“I had a bad feeling most of the day.” I put my glass down and toy with my rings as I continue. “I called Nik to meet me because something didn’t feel right. I’d gotten messages before that telling me to break up with Karessa but had ignored them.” My stomach rolls just thinking about it but I push through the discomfort. “I parked in the secret garage and was texting with Karessa when I got hit in the back of the head.”
The memory pisses me off but I also feel some of the fear I felt in that moment. My hand shakes when I take another drink.
“We fought but he was more skilled and quicker than me. We struggled for the gun but he won.” I tap my now empty glass on the table. My throat is tight with emotion because I’ve never said the next part out loud. “I’d be dead if Nik didn’t show up when he did.” My eyes blur and I rub my hand through my hair. “Elmer hired someone to kill me.”
