It may have been fifteen years, but I know her. I know if she was already horny when she started texting me, it wouldn’t take long to get her off.
Rina:
I’ll concede to good… The real thing would have been much better. Don’t get a big head about it or anything.
Me:
Which head?
I burst out laughing at my stupid joke, which has Audrey peeking her head in, looking at me in utter confusion. I wave her off and turn back to my conversation with Rina. It’s a good thing my desk covers my very obvious boner.
Rina:
Well, thanks for the orgasm. It’s been … something. I’ll see you on Friday… Maybe.
Me:
Oh, you’ll be seeing me, Marina.
Rina:
Fuck off, Arlo.
I just imagine her fake, sugar-sweet voice saying it. I thump my head against my desk, trying to calm my raging boner. It’s not like I have a ton to do today, but I can’t even begin to work in this state.
Thinking about the last ten minutes, I’m not entirely sure what the fuck just happened, but it was hotter than anything I’ve done in the last fifteen years. I’m pretty sure I’ll do anything this woman asks of me, even if sexting and secret hook-ups are all I get.
Yeah, I’m definitely fucked.
Chapter 3
Rina
What the fuck am I doing?
My hand is still shoved down my pants, and I’m still panting as I recover from an orgasm that shouldn’t have been that good. My brain is having a tough time separating Arlo to just a hook-up, but that’s exactly what he is. Our history means nothing, and this is a distraction I’m desperately in need of. It’s not like there are a ton of options for a hook-up here in town, not without the gossips knowing everything.
Between everything that happened with Lennox, Willow shacking up with Oakley, the fucking news vans every three feet, and this huge custom order, stress relief in the form of a few orgasms seemed like a great idea. If I’m honest, it still feels like a good idea. I just need to keep my hatred for the man front and center.
It’s not like it’ll be hard. He deserves every ounce of hate and more from me. When he decided to make a unilateral decision about both of our futures because he was scared, he went from the love of my life to lower than dirt in thirty seconds. Sure, I was heartbroken for a while, but then I took that feeling and turned it into anger. The anger has never really left me. It certainly got stronger when he showed up after five years, like nothing had happened.
And now, here I am, trying to have hate sex with the man in secret.
I’m not going to lie; he may be cocky, but he’s right about the orgasm. It’s the best I’ve had in years, and that’s just fucking sad. But it fuels my need to get to Friday sooner so I can get the real thing.
I’m just hoping he doesn’t open his mouth and talk the usual shit he does. That’s a sure-fire way to piss me off and kill my libido.
I rip my hand from my pants and walk over to the little sink I have in my workshop to wash up. Lord knows I don’t want the reminder of what just happened every time I use that hand to build this dresser.
Hands on the sink, I bow my head and take a deep breath. I know this is a terrible idea. I know having sex with the man who ripped my heart out of my chest and then stomped on it for good measure is bad news. I also know I’m barely being held together at the seams right now, and this is an escape I desperately need.
Sure, what could possibly go wrong?
It’s too late now. Friday feels like the lifeline I need to not fall apart. The thread that will keep me going when everything else feels like it’s falling around me.
I’m not sure there’s ever been a time in my life where I felt this out of control. Sure, when my parents died, and Ledger taking guardianship of Willow and Lennox when he and I were barely twenty was rough. But we both buckled down and did the damn thing. They’ve turned out pretty damn good. I didn’t even feel this out of control when, less than a month later,Arlodecided I was no longer a part of his future. I was no longer the person he wanted to live life with.
The pain in my chest that usually accompanies my thoughts of that time comes in waves, and I shake my head to stop this line of thinking.
