That was it. My breaking point. I let out a sharp cry of pleasure, louder than I’d intended, my voice keening as my body tightened, the orgasm racking up in intensity at the wild look on Easton’s face. He devoured me with his eyes, his hand fisting my hair as his breath came out in short, hard puffs. I pinched my eyes closed, unable to handle the surge of pleasure as it peaked in one huge, wild sweep of emotion and sensation.
Beside me, I faintly registered the sounds of Julia, her own cries heightening, Brad’s voice soft and urgent, pushing her on. What was he saying? Was he watching us? Did he—
I lost my focus as Easton pulled me up, his dick coming out, and pushed me to my knees.
“Open up,” he said tersely. “I’m about to come like a fucking virgin.”
20
“Seriously, what the fuck was that?” Easton ran his hand over his mouth and merged onto the interstate in a speed that would get him pulled over.
I leaned back in the seat and propped my feet on the dash. “I don’t know. I swear, it was all G-rated before you got there.”
“I’m curious to what exactly led to you getting drunk.”
I sighed. “I don’t know. Peer pressure. I was nervous, she had wine and… yada yada yada.” The Seinfeld quote fell flat and he said nothing, his blinker clicking loudly in the silence.
“I’m sorry,” I added. “Do you think I lost the listing?”
He glanced at me. “I don’t know. Ask your broker what he thinks.” E spoke in a wry tone, but there was tension in the way he gripped the steering wheel, my stress level rising with the hum of the engine.
“Slow down.” I glanced in the rearview mirror, concerned about cops. He had three Scotches, maybe four? Though they had been stretched over… I checked my watch. “Shit, it’s past midnight.”
“What time did you let Wayland out?”
“About one.” It was official, I was a horrible everything. Mother. Wife. Realtor. I twisted my watch on my wrist. Earlier, before we’d moved to the backyard, Brad and Julia had offered for us to stay the night, and I almost, almost took them up on the offer before E reminded me of Wayland. Which was good, because while we had parted with smiles, if we had stayed the night, the morning would have been super awkward. Similar to how the interior of this car now felt.
“I’m not sure if you’re mad at me,” I ventured. “You’re acting really weird.”
“I’m acting weird,” he mused, nodding his head in an annoyingly slow fashion, as if he had massive intellectual processes going on. “Interesting.”
“So, you think I’m acting weird? You could have said no. When she offered to suck your dick, you could have said no.”
“I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. Are you listening to yourself? When she offered to suck my dick. Next time warn me before I get on a plane that I’m going to be headed straight to a fucking Penthouse Forum scene the minute I land.”
“Umm… okay.” I frowned. “It wasn’t a Penthouse Forum scene when you got there. I was sobering up. We were cooking dinner. It’s not my fault that we stayed for four more hours and that came up.”
“It’s completely your fault that that came up. You brought it up.”
“Well—” I really didn’t have a defense for that. I had brought it up. Chelsea had called again, and Julia had asked me about it, and then I’d told E that I’d asked her advice about it, which had led to Julia explaining to Brad what we were talking about, which had steamrolled into a conversation about the airport swinger club, which Julia had a hilarious story about, which had led to a drunk toast by E, and then… somehow… hours later… orgasms. Really, really strong orgasms. I changed tactics. “So, you are mad at me.”
He sighed. “I’m not mad. I’m worried. I feel like we’re moving too fast. It’s been, what? A month since Aaron?”
“Yeah.” Almost exactly.
“A month, and we’ve gone from an isolated instance with someone we were both very comfortable with to orgasming with complete strangers.”
They didn’t feel like complete strangers to me. Julia felt like a friend. And— “Wait, a few days ago you were pushing me to find a complete stranger on that site. How are Brad and Julia different from that?”
“Maybe it’s not.” He came to a stop at the red light of Flagler and took a deep breath. “I’m just worried.”
“I know. You said that. What are you worried about?”
“I’m worried that…” He closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the quilted leather headrest, letting out a heavy breath. “I’m worried I’m losing you. Losing us. We aren’t like them, Elle.” The light on his face changed as the signal turned green. He sat upright and pressed on the gas. “We don’t have our shit together. To them, what just happened was no big deal. That guy walked inside and left his wife alone with us, and it was nothing to him. It didn’t matter if I had a big dick, or what she did to me—he trusted her enough to just leave. And when he came back and he put his hands on you… it scared the hell out of me. I was trying to focus on her blowjob, but all I could think about was that he was going to fuck you the minute you came off my mouth.”