Elias grins. He grabs me by the face with one hand, squeezing my cheeks together and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on my now puckered lips. “Gotta go,” he tells me, eyes sparkling, Dimple on full display. “I’ll see you at home later,” he says, before slapping my ass and walking out of the bar.
“Mm-hmm,” Tamika says, after he’s gone. “Lifelong-friends-with-benefits,” she tells me.
“We’re just fucking,” I grumble. “He was very clear about that.”
“Then why does it seem like you were married for ten years then divorced for two, but then you made a drunken mistake and fucked, which in turn rekindled your relationship and now you are remarried?” Emmanuel asks.
“Oddly specific,” Tamika tells him. “But apt.”
Even I have to agree. “It’s probably because we’ve known each other our entire lives. Our families are best friends. I grew up next door to him for fifteen, sixteen years? Until he went to college? We’ve lived together for the last five years, for fuck’s sake. We know literally everything there is to know about each other.”
“Everything except for sexy things,” Georgia reminds me.
“Yeah. Which is why I guess this ‘escalated far too quickly’,” I say, with finger-quotes. “We were able to skip all the getting to know you parts.”
“But now you’re getting to know his dick,” Emmanuel says.
I don’t deny it.
“What’s it like? Please share with the class, honey,” Emmanuel whispers. “HeisBig Dick Energy. Like the phrase was coined about him.”
Tamika smacks him. “What did we say about being a size queen?”
“I’m not a size queen,” he scoffs. “I’m just curious. I’m like… the Size Court Scholar. Size Philosopher. Size Master. Size?—”
“I’m not answering that question,” I tell him.
“All is well. I have surmised the answer.”
“This is sofascinating,” Georgia breathes. “You guys have always been so close and touchy-feely. This just seems so natural.”
I rub my temples.
“I can’t even ask you if you like him like that. You’re family friends. You grew up together. You obviously love him.”
I don’t share that this is all what is stressing me out the most about this entire lifelong-sex-friends situation. How natural it seems. How fast it’s moving. How fast I’m falling.
“And you love hismicro-penis,” Emmanuel says pointedly, eyeing me.
“It’s not—” I start, but then stop when Emmanuel leans in, eyes wide. I sigh.
TWENTY
Elias
“How were your sessions today?”Mia asks me, her head on my leg on our kitchen floor, the two of us in varying levels of undress.
She was cooking dinner for us when I got home. I took one look at her ponytail and got all sorts of ideas. Ten minutes later, she noticed and dared me to pull on it. Who am I to say no to Mia? I wrapped it around my hand and bent her over our tiny dining table.
Is this why people are lifelong sex friends? For the cooking, and the sex all the time, with someone you think might be the hottest and best person alive?
“They were good,” I murmur, sliding the elastic holding her ponytail out so I can run my fingers through her hair. “I saw Jordan O’Neal today. That NBA guy.”
She shifts, so she’s laying on her back, so she can look me in the eye, giving me a full view of her gorgeous tits. She let me come on them. She begged me to. I really like the way it looks painted on her rosy little nipples right now. “Has anyone told you how cool that is?”
I rub small circles around the birthmark on her chest, the only spot on the otherwise creamy expanse, outside of the mole next to her nipple.
“Elias,” she says again.
