“Well, I will text you, Gracie,” Colton finally speaks and stands. “Can I?”
Gracie nods, her head bobbing.
“Here,” Colton pushes his phone at her. “Put your number in.”
Colton lingers for a moment as Gracie inputs her number and hands back his phone before he steps to her, bending down to kiss her forehead. Gracie doesn’t move as she watches Colton leave. He pulls the door closed behind himself, leaving just me and Gracie sitting at the table. In the moments of silence, Owen’s snores sound louder than before. Finally, even Gracie stands. Her eyes are rimmed red with unshed tears, and I know she’s trying to hold them back and failing at doing so. I feel like shit not getting up to embrace her like I used to. I know I shouldn’t now, though. That would only give us both hope that something else lies beneath, and while maybe it does, there’s nothing to be done about it. I don’t want hope to rise where it shouldn’t. I’m a logical man, and I have to keep that track of my mind.
“I have to call my sister,” she chokes out and retreats to her room, slamming the door this time.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. Calling her sister means she’s calling her sponsor, which isn’t a good sign for her. But it’s good that she runs to do the call instead of falling back into old habits.
With a huff of a breath, I pull myself up on my feet and go to my room, leaving Owen on the couch. I know it’s pointless even to try to move him right now. I’ll wake him later and get him to his room, but for now, I’m just going to let him rest. Something is going on with Owen. He’s unraveling, and I’m honestly scared for my friend. This whole situation with Gracie has put him on edge, and the fact that he’s dealing with a shit relationship doesn’t help. He should just break up with Donna, and I’ve told him that before, but at this point, I think he’s just trying to grip onto it to keep himself away from Gracie. Not that he’ll listen to me if I dare tell him the reasoning, he’s doing it. He has to come to that conclusion himself, and for the time being, I don’t think it will be for a long while.
Owen was so heartbroken when Gracie left him. I honestly thought we were going to lose him at one point from how fucked up he was because of it. Shit, I was messed up when she left me, but Owen had me beat by a million. He really didn’t deserve what she did to him.
In the sanctuary of my room, I remove my shirt and pants and plop down on my bed. All I can see in my mind’s eye is Gracie in that red dress; her breasts boosted up by her bra, cleavage showing. The dress had accentuated her curves, her luscious, hourglass curves. Shit, no. This is wrong. This is fucking wrong. I have a girlfriend. I’m supposed to be thinking about her. And my dick is supposed to fucking be getting hard when I think about my girlfriend. Not my goddamn ex-girlfriend. But it is getting hard with Gracie behind my eyelids.
Shoving down my briefs, I stroke my shaft and lean my head onto my pillow. I try to think of Kate. She has nice, voluptuous boobs and a nice frame as well. Her curves aren’t as defined as Gracie’s, but I still like them. Still, Gracie keeps entering my mind no matter how hard I try to grip Kate’s image. After fighting it, I allow both of them to enter my mind. First, I let myself focus on Gracie’s red dress dropping from her body. Her boobs fall out of her bra, and her underwear disappears. I know what she looks like beneath, and fuck, do I love her image. Kate’s clothes in my mind disappear as well. She’s a little smaller than Gracie but still beautiful.
My hand pumps, and I groan, all sense escaping my mind. I imagine the two turning to one another and drifting together, their lips pressing together, naked bodies melting into one another. Gracie toys with Kate’s nipple, inciting a moan from her. I watch as the two of them fall onto a bed, Gracie on the bottom. Kate slips down, dipping her head between Gracie’s legs. Gracie leans back, her hands reaching up to twist her own nipples between her fingers. She turns her head, her tongue rolling around on her lips as she looks directly at me, smirking before letting out a moan.
I pump harder, barely feeling my hand at this point. Kate draws up from eating Gracie, her tongue running up her stomach and to her lips. They kiss, and I catch sight of Gracie’s hand slipping underneath, fingers entering Kate. Kate groans and presses down on the fingers as Gracie pumps, both gasping for breath as their hips begin to buck. I breathe heavily, feeling the tension in my balls tighten up. All three of us are in unison, skin slapping against skin, and then my hips jerk, head slamming back. It hits against the wall as I explode, thighs quivering a little from it, and I fall back to the bed, blinking rapidly. The image of the girls together evaporates, pixelated pieces falling away like breaking glass. I groan, my eyes fluttering closed. I let out a slow breath of air, trying to grip myself together, but I almost feel like I’m just floating away at this point. I don’t think I’ve masturbated that good in a while.
Chapter19
Owen
Drake pulls the car to a stop next to the curb, and we get out. Neighbors along the block are out on their lawns, staring at the spectacle. I don’t blame them. If I had nothing else to do today and lived on this block, I’d also be out and looking at the naked, screaming woman. She’s facing towards her house, clothes strewn out around her and various other objects that I think are glass but can’t tell with the whole pile scattered about.
“I fucking hate you!” she screeches and reaches down, grabbing a handful of clothes to throw at the house.
They flutter forward before drifting to the ground, not getting very far. Her hair is as black as Gracie’s and just about as long. The erratic behavior reminds me of her as well. It's uncannily close to how Gracie had been, and at times, still is. Mostly these days, during her time of the month. But definitely when she’d been stoned or drunk out of her mind.
“Come out and face me, Brad! Stop being a pussy!” the woman screams, kicking at the clothes. “Come on out! All the neighbors have seen the goods I’ve got to offer, and I’m pretty damn sure these guys will do anything to have a piece of me!”
“It’s about time you got here! I called you people half an hour ago!” a voice calls. Drake and I turn to face a woman who looks about the same age as Gracie’s mom. “What, did you stop for donuts on the way here?”
I roll my eyes. I really hate that myth about cops. I like donuts as much as the next person, but just because I’m a damn cop doesn’t mean I stuff my face with them. I’m not Homer Simpson, for fuck’s sake.
“Ma’am, if you’ll just please go back to your yard, we’ll take it from here. Thank you,” Drake tells her, ignoring the comment.
It isn’t the first time we’ve had snide remarks about the myth of cops eating donuts.
The naked lady turns to face us and puts her hands on her hips, her breasts bouncing in her movements. “Seriously, Gladys? You called the fucking cops on me?”
“There are children on this block, Lisa! You are butt naked on your lawn!”
“Brad cheated on me with your fucking daughter!” Lisa screams.
I turn my eyes away and share a look with Drake. The woman is in full view, everything exposed, and very much unapologetic. I don’t want to seem like a perv, but I really don’t know where I’m supposed to look while doing my job.
“Ma’am,” I clear my throat and force myself to look at her, struggling to keep my eyes on hers and not dipping down. I have to remind myself I have a girlfriend I can look at when I want to. “Why don’t we go inside and talk about this, all right?”
“I am not going inside with that jackass!” she shouts and turns back around, swiping up an object and hurling it at the house.
As it hits the front door, it shatters completely into a million pieces. I pull off my jacket and approach Lisa, cautious to ensure she doesn’t think I’m going to pounce on her or anything. I step around her and hold up a hand when she wheels to face me, her face twisted, livid. Her nostrils flare, and she seriously looks like she’s about to launch herself at me. In any other circumstance, a naked woman jumping on me would probably be the hottest thing to happen, but not like this. I hold up a hand and hold my coat out to her.
“We don’t have to go inside, all right? We can talk out here for a moment. Let’s figure things out and hopefully not have to take you in and get you signed up as a sex offender.”