The look on Scott’s face was hard to read. He seemed shocked when I asked him to go with me to the café. I was almost scared to tell him that Trey was in town and would be there. I wasn’t afraid to meet Trey alone at all. Lying in bed earlier, alone in Scott’s room, it had all become so clear to me. I knew I didn’t love Trey, and I was letting the guilt take over my emotions.
“Scott, Trey called the house. He said you were listed. I answered and agreed to meet him at the café.”
Scott sat there, just staring at me.
“Being alone in the bedroom for those few hours, I really had time to think. That day when Trey had…well, when he touched me like he did…”
Scott closed his eyes, and I felt his grip tighten on my hips before he let go.
“That whole night, all I wanted to do was go back to my room and shower. I felt like I had been violated somehow even though I had asked him…to make me forget.”
I saw the tears building in his eyes, and it was killing me, knowing that this conversation was hurting him.
“You don’t feel that way about someone if you love him…or have feelings for him. I know now that it was my guilt that was eating away at me. It was playing with my emotions. Scott, I. Love. You. Only you.”
Scott cleared his throat. “Why did you kiss him good-bye?”
“Guilt. I felt so bad for leaving him. I guess, in a sense, I formed a friendship with him because I knew he was hurting like I was. He knew how it felt to hurt so deeply. Once I started thinking more and more about that night when I’d walked in and seen Chelsea, the more and more I started to try to pull away from Trey…until one day, it just hit me. I needed you. I needed to talk to you, and I had to talk to you right then. I freaked out the night the storm hit because I couldn’t get a hold of you, and I was so afraid. That next morning…when I said good-bye to him…I just didn’t want to break his heart again. Does that make sense? He tried to deepen the kiss, but I pushed him away. I don’t have those feelings for him. I care about him but only as a friend.”
Scott looked into my eyes and then looked away. He stared down at the floor for a good two minutes before he glanced back at me. “Yeah…that makes sense. I get what you’re saying. But why do you need me to go to the café with you? Are you afraid to see him alone? Afraid of what you might feel when you see him?”
I smiled and shook my head. “No. I want you there because I love you. I want Trey to see that I have no secrets with you, and I want to do this together. I don’t want to be away from you for another minute.”
The smile that spread across his face caused me to giggle. He reached up and ran his hand along my jawline, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach.
“Are you feeling okay, baby? You don’t want to meet him tomorrow?” Scott asked.
“No. I’d rather just do this now, so he understands once and for all that he was only ever just a friend.”
Scott nodded. “Well then, let’s go.”
I slowly got up, and I instantly missed the warmth of Scott’s body up against mine. I put my panties on while I watched Scott pull up his pants. I wanted him again. I glanced over at the clock, and we were already late for meeting Trey as it was. Scott reached out for my hand, and we walked through the house and out to the truck.
He pulled me closer to him and said, “Love muscle.”
I looked at him, surprised. “Huh?”
Scott smiled that drop-me-to-my-knees smile. “My first suggestion for a word other than penis—love muscle.”
I tossed my head back and laughed. “I’ve got one,” I said.
He held open the truck door and helped me up into his truck.
“Baby maker,” I said as I wiggled my eyebrows up and down.
“Hell yeah, it is!” Scott said with a laugh.
By the time we walked into the café, we were almost an hour late. I looked around for Trey, and my heart sank. He was talking to Chelsea.
Good god. My worst nightmares are coming true all at once.
“Shit,” Scott whispered. He leaned down and said, “What do you want me to do?”
I watched as Trey talked and laughed with Chelsea. A part of me was bothered by seeing him talking to her, but it wasn’t jealousy. It was hate. I had nothing but pure hate for this woman who clearly was going to do everything she could to try to hurt me.
Well, no more. I’m done.
I smiled and looked at Scott. “Nothing. Let’s go say hi.”
I walked up to the table, and the moment Chelsea saw Scott and me, the smile from her face vanished. Trey turned, and his smile vanished just as fast.
I stopped right in front of them. “Chelsea, last time I saw ya, you were riding Bryce pretty good. Whose bed are you hitting tonight? Or are you taking the evening off from whoring?”
Trey choked on his food, and Scott let out a small laugh. Chelsea just glared at me.
I leaned down and put my hands on the table as I got right in her face. “You lost, bitch. I love him, and he loves me. Nothing…and no one,” I said as I turned and looked at Trey, “will ever come between our love—especially now that we’re having a baby.”
Her eyes darted down to my stomach and then back up. She opened her mouth to say something, but then she shut it again.
I stood back up and felt Scott wrap his arms around me. I leaned back into him. I wanted nothing more than to just turn around, leave, go park somewhere, and make out.
Chelsea slowly stood up. She looked down at Trey and smiled as she reached into her purse. She pulled out her business card. “Give me a call sometime, Trey,” she said with a wink. She looked back at Scott and then me and let out a laugh. “Honestly, you two are made for each other. Scott, Bryce was a much better fuck than you.” She leaned closer to me. “Have fun with my sloppy seconds.”
“Oh, we’ve already had fun—in his office, in our new bed, the shower, the kitchen table, the sofa, in both living rooms…oh, and I can’t forget the pool table. The only place we still have to hit is”—I turned and looked at Scott with a smile on my face—“his truck.”
His crooked smile instantly made me want to move my hand and touch myself to relieve the aching pulse between my legs. I want him. I want him to show me how much he wants me. I didn’t care if we walked out of here right now and just left Trey sitting with Chelsea.
Chelsea stood there with her mouth hanging open. “I’m out of here.” She pushed past both of us, hitting Scott in the shoulder as she walked by.
I watched her walk out of the café, and then I looked around quickly at everyone staring at us. I smiled and said, “Sorry, y’all.”
I grabbed Scott’s hand, and we both sat down at the table. I smiled at Trey. The sight of him sitting there did nothing to me. I was happy to see him, but other than wishing him the best, he had no effect on me whatsoever.
“Sorry, we’re late,” I said.
Scott reached his hand across the table, and Trey slowly extended his hand. They shook hands quickly.
Trey looked between the two of us. “Um…I assumed you would be coming alone.”
“Why?” I asked.
Trey tilted his head and glared at Scott. He leaned back and put his napkin on the table. “I’m going to guess the reason you’re late is the pool table, perhaps?”
I couldn’t even believe that Trey had just said that. I sat there, stunned.
Scott laughed and said, “Nope, my office.”
I felt my cheeks turning hotter by the second.
Trey snapped his head over and looked at me. “Fine. You want to do this here in front of him, then so be it. So, you’re going to forgive him—just like that? Like nothing ever happened?”
“Nothing did happen, Trey. Did you know that Chelsea was the girl I’d walked in on?” I asked as I looked him straight in the eye.
He shook his head and looked at Scott.
“Well, Scott was over at our friend’s house. He was passed out cold, and Chelsea hatched a little plan. She texted me from Scott’s phone and then got Bryce to sleep with her. It wasn’t ever Scott, just like I thought.”
Trey sat back. “What about us?”
I stared at him, stunned. “There is no us, Trey, and there never was. We were two people with broken hearts who found a kinship with each other, a place to forget the hurt for a while.”
Trey took a deep breath and let it out quickly. “So, that’s all I was to you, Jessie? A means to forget about your guy here.” He jerked his head toward Scott. He leaned forward and looked into my eyes. “What about that time we shared together? You were ready to make love to me. Or have you forgotten that?”
The next thing I knew, Scott had grabbed Trey by the shirt and was about to punch him.
“Scott! Please don’t! Please let me handle this. Please,” I pleaded as I put my hand on his arm.
Scott pushed Trey back, and he slammed into the seat.
I grabbed Scott’s hand and cleared my throat. “Trey, you know that was a mistake, and I asked you to stop. Why did I tell you to stop?”
Trey looked away.
“Trey?”
He never looked at me as he said, “Because you said you still loved him.”
I slowly let out the breath I’d been holding in. I wasn’t sure why I had been holding my breath. I guessed I was worried Trey would lie. He could have easily lied and said we had made love, but then I would have really never talked or even looked his way again.
“Jessie, I’m not going to lie to you and say I don’t have feelings for you because I do. That month was probably some of the best days of my life.”
I shook my head. “No, they weren’t, Trey. We were hiding from the world. We were just two people who didn’t want to face reality, and we got lost in a make-believe world. You don’t love me, Trey. You love the idea of me. You need to go home, get back to work, and move on with your life. Someday, you’re going to meet a girl who is going to fall head over heels in love with you. You’re going to ask her to marry you, and things will work out this time.”
Trey looked me in the eyes and then turned to Scott. He shut his eyes and shook his head. “I do love you, Jessie. That much I know is true, but I also know you’ve loved Scott from the first moment I saw you. As much as I want to try to convince you that you have feelings for me…I know deep down inside that you don’t.”
I could almost feel Scott’s entire body relaxing.
I gave Trey a small smile. “I’ll always care about you as a friend. You really helped me through a rough time, and I’d like to think I helped you as well. But as far as loving you…I love Scott. I’ll always love Scott.”
Trey nodded his head slowly and let a small smile play across his face. “Well then, I guess that means I’m heading home to face the family and the million questions I’ll be answering.” He stood, reached for his wallet, and took out a twenty. He threw it down on the table, and then he extended his hand to Scott.
Scott stood and shook it.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch. I hope you know that,” Trey said as he gestured toward me.
Scott turned and smiled down at me. “Yeah, I know. I’m not lucky though…I’m blessed.” He winked at me.
Trey looked at me and smiled. “I guess this is it then, huh? This is where I wish you the best of luck and hope that you find happiness forever…even if it’s not with me.”
I let out a small laugh and nodded. “I guess so. Have a safe trip to Dallas, Trey.”
I stuck my hand out to shake his, and he just looked at me before glancing down at my hand. Then, he slowly turned and walked away. I watched as he left the café.
I looked at Scott, and his eyes were no longer filled with hurt or doubt. They were filled with nothing but happiness and love.
He pulled me close to him and moved his lips oh-so slowly to my ear where he nipped on my earlobe. “How about we go and break in the truck?”
I pulled back just a little and gave him the sexiest smile I possibly could. “Let me go to the restroom first. I need to ditch my panties,” I whispered.
As I began walking away, I turned to see Scott standing there. His mouth was dropped open, and he was just frozen. I winked, and then I turned back around and went into the ladies’ room.
I quickly used the restroom, which seemed to be a normal thing now. I swore I had to pee every five minutes. I slipped off my panties, and as I was walking out the door, I dumped them into the trash. I giggled as I walked out. I felt so naughty, going without panties, and it was turning me on even more.
I looked around for Scott for a few seconds before realizing he had already left and gone out to the truck. As I walked out of the café, I looked over to a small car where a girl was leaning against it. There was a guy with his hands on the car…kissing the girl. The closer I got, I was able to make out the girl. I sucked in a breath of air when I noticed it was Chelsea and some guy.
I shook my head and made a beeline right toward the love of my life. As he helped me into the truck, he moved his hand up my leg, under my skirt, and over to my sensitive lips. I instinctively opened my legs to him as he brushed his fingers across me.
I threw my head back and whispered, “Oh, sweet Jesus.”
He let out a small laugh and then pulled my legs open more as he placed a finger inside me. He slowly moved it around and then pulled it out. Lifting my head, I watched him put the finger into his mouth and then slowly pull it out.
Holy shit. I’ve never in my life felt like I could have an orgasm without being touched. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his lips.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he said.
“Oh god…I think I might have just had an orgasm,” I barely said.
He jumped up and kissed me, his tongue moving so beautifully with mine. We both let out a moan together.
He pulled back just a bit and said, “Trust me, baby, you’ll know when you’re having an orgasm because you won’t be able to stop calling out my name.”
“Scott…I need you. Right now.” I reached down and rubbed my hand on his hard dick.
He jumped down, shut the door, and headed to the driver’s side of the truck.
I hadn’t even been paying attention to where Scott was going. I just kept talking a mile a minute. The next thing I knew, we were in a field and in the backseat of his truck where he had taken me to heaven and back twice.
As we lay there, panting for air, I slowly moved my fingertips up and down his back. I smiled, knowing that I was happy again for the first time in weeks. Everything felt so right. It felt even better than before.
“So, did we break the truck in good?” he asked in a sleepy voice.
“Yes,” I said before kissing his shoulder.
“Good, ’cause my deep V-diver is exhausted.”
I let out a laugh and rolled my eyes. “Oh. My. God. Please…let’s just go back to calling it a penis, shall we?”
He laughed as he looked at me and reached over to kiss me. “I love you so much, Jessie.”
“How much do you love me?” I asked with a smile.
“I love you to the moon and back.”
I moved in and began running my tongue along his lips. I wanted him again, but I knew he was tired. I was exhausted myself, and I was so ready to get home.
“I think I’m ready to go home and just snuggle up. I can hardly keep my eyes open,” I said with a yawn.
“Well, we could always knock on the door of the owner of this place and ask to spend the night.”
Scott got up and started to get dressed as I looked around in the dark.
“Wait—where are we?” I asked.
Scott laughed. “Gunner’s place. Right behind your dad’s place.”
“Oh my god! Scott, you did not bring me to my dad’s place to have sex with me.”
He started to chuckle. “I sure as shit did. I’ve always wanted to make love to you right under your damn dad’s nose ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Why?” I asked, stunned.
Scott shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. The thrill of getting caught, maybe?”
I couldn’t help it. I lost it and started laughing. Scott began laughing because I was laughing.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“What’s my dad gonna do? Ground us? I’m pregnant with your child, for Christ’s sake.”
“Hey…don’t blow this moment for me. Come on.”
He opened the back door and helped me get my dress on. Then, he helped me out and into the front seat of the truck. As he pulled the seat belt around me, he smiled at me. I smiled back, and he reached up and kissed me on the nose.
I put my hand on the side of his face and said, “Please take me home to our house.”
Scott smiled and said, “With pleasure.”