CHAPTER EIGHT
Ice
I COULDN’T GET her off my mind. All day, I was fucking shit up because I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was how good it felt to wake up with her in my arms. Well, and how amazingly hot and wet that pussy was for me. When I heard her calling my name in her sleep, that was it for me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Sure, I could have pulled my dick away from her and gotten the hell out of bed, but her body was just too tempting. Never in a million years would I have thought she would thrust her ass back on my cock and beg me like she had. But she did, and my dick took control after my brain went out the window. Now what the hell was I going to do? I needed to talk to someone about this and work shit out. I didn’t want to talk to all the assholes who had hitched themselves to someone already. They would just give me shit about being pussy whipped. No, what I needed was a real man’s perspective. We were rebuilding Sinner’s house because it had been burnt to the ground. When I saw that no one else was around, I pulled Jules aside, telling him I had an issue with a beam and needed his help. Thankfully, he just smirked and followed me. “So, what’s this problem you’re having with the beam?” he asked as we made our way around the house. “You ever,” I cleared my throat uncomfortably, feeling like my shirt was strangling me. “You ever accidentally, you know, fuck someone?” He gave me an assessing look before scratching his chin. “You mean, like you slept with someone you shouldn’t have?” “No, I mean like, you accidentally slipped your dick in someone and you weren’t meaning to,” I said slowly. “I’m not quite sure how that would even happen. What are we talking? Naked Twister?” “No kinky shit.” “I still don’t follow.” I heaved out a breath in irritation and started pacing. “Let’s say, for sake of theories, that you were laying in bed-” “With a woman?” “Yes, with a woman,” I barked. “Just checking, man,” he grinned. “Anyway, you’re laying in bed with a woman, and body parts just line up.” “Uh-huh.” “And someone moves the wrong way and…” “And?” He motioned for me to continue. “And then your dick slips inside and you’re fucking.” Jules considered this for a moment. “Question. Where’s the fucking underwear that would prevent this accidental fucking?” I rolled my eyes in frustration. “I just need a fucking answer.” He chuckled and slapped me on the back. “Well, I’m just saying that this could have all been prevented. I’m not quite sure what you’re asking me.” “Fuck, I don’t know. What the hell do I do?” “I’m assuming this is Lindsey we’re talking about.” “Who else, fucker?” “Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist. So, you accidentally fucked her.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head at me. “You know that’s not a thing, right? You could have stopped it.” “What could he have stopped?” I groaned when I heard Chris’s voice behind me. Damn, I didn’t want anyone to know. “Nothing,” I said quickly. “Not nothing,” Jules pointed out. “He’s doing the nasty with Lindsey.” “We accidentally slept together.” “Slept together or fucked?” Chris asked. “Fucked.” “How do you accidentally fuck someone?” Chris laughed. “We were sleeping and we woke up…you know…in a certain position that aligned our respective parts in such a way that it just kind of happened.” “So, you snuggled up in your sleep and ended up with a woody pressed against her ass. Nice,” Jules grinned. “And she went for it?” “It just sort of slipped in. It was…wet and…” “Slippery?” Chris asked. “Yeah.” “And then your dick just continued to slip back inside every time you pulled out?” Chris’s eyes danced with amusement and Jules was trying his best to hold back his grin. Fuck, they were going to give me so much shit for this. “I’m picturing the two of you on a slip and slide right now.” “Shut up, asshole. It happened, but it won’t happen again.” “Yeah, I don’t buy that,” Jules said. “Not unless you’re planning on having her go stay at a hotel.” “What am I supposed to do?” I asked incredulously. “Say, thanks for the fuck, but you need to leave?” “You could,” Jules shrugged. “You said it was an accident. So, accidentally kick her out.” I glared at him. “What? Like, if accidental fucking is a thing then so is kicking her out.” “Listen, I’m with Jules. If she stays with you, this shit’s gonna keep happening,” Chris said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Exactly, there are going to be cold nights coming up,” Jules smirked. “Your cabin always gets a little cold in the winter. You’ll need to keep her warm some way.” “Body heat, naturally,” Chris joined in. “Right, and you’ll both be naked,” Jules added. “Of course,” Chris said. “Your dick pressed against her wet pussy. Her breasts begging to be warmed up with your hands,” Jules grinned. “But nothing’s going to happen,” Chris finished. “You’ll just cuddle,” he laughed. “Stop busting my balls and tell me what the fuck to do.” “Move on,” Jules said harshly. “Move on? Just like that? Pretend nothing happened and go on with life.” “Exactly. The minute you show her that it had an effect on you, that’s the minute she starts playing mind games with you. She’s gonna want to fuck again, which is fine at first, but then she’ll want to cuddle. Before you know it, you’re snuggled up on the couch on a Friday night, watching Lifetime movies about women with cancer or running from abusive spouses. Or worse, those fucking Christmas movies. Then, her tampons are under your sink and her bras are hanging in your shower.” “She lives with me. Of course, her tampons are going to be under the sink.” “Now, but what about when she moves out? Or will she?” Chris asked. “Or will she what?” He was fucking confusing the hell out of me. “Will she move out,” Jules cut in. “I’m telling you, man. You start sleeping with her and that’s a one way ticket to you having a woman living with you the rest of your life. And the part that really sucks is that when you’re ready to kick her out, there’s no easy way to do it. Because then you’re way past just fucking and you’re moving into the land of the dead. As in, your sex life will be dead and you’ll have one pussy for the rest of your life. The kind of pussy that’s gonna be used against you if you’re not home on time or you forget to take out the garbage. And that’s not even the worst part.” “What’s the worst part?” I asked, a little scared now of the answer. “She’s gonna let herself go. I’m telling you, man. I’ve seen it too many times before. A woman gets comfortable with her relationship and suddenly, she doesn’t need makeup and she doesn’t need to lose that five extra pounds. What the fuck is it with that? Here we are, working out and keeping up our bodies and they can’t even go on a fucking walk. Then, she’s walking around in sweats and her hair is always up in one of those messy heaps on top of their heads that they think is so cute. But you know what? It’s not fucking cute. It’s like women that walk around all day in fucking yoga pants. Put some real damn pants on! Those aren’t meant to be worn as everyday attire.” I placed my hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He was getting more worked up over this than I was. “You gotta calm down, Jules. Nobody is wearing yoga pants and we most definitely are not watching Lifetime movies.” “Sure, you say that now. I give it one month. Go ahead, stick your dick in her again and see how this ends,” he shouted. I glanced around, seeing that a few of the guys were starting to walk over out of curiosity. “Would you stop fucking shouting?” “It’s your fucking funeral.” “Who are you sticking your dick in?” Sinner asked as he got closer. “Nobody,” I said shortly. “Jules is just having a bit of a…lady problem.” Chris laughed under his breath and Sinner nodded to Jules. “What’s up, man?” “He slept with this woman that was really good in bed, but then she gave him the clap.” Jules glared at me, but I just shrugged. Sinner looked down quickly at his groin and then back up. “Definitely don’t stick it in her again. Do you know why they call it ‘the clap’? Because men used to clap their dicks between their hands to get the pus out.” “That’s fucking disgusting,” Jules said. “Is that what the sore throat was about last week?” Sinner asked. Jules turned beat red as he looked at me. I gave a slight shake of my head, letting him know he couldn’t say shit. “Yeah,” Jules grit out. “The dirty bitch gave me gonorrhea in my throat.” “Dude, that’s fucking disgusting. You drank out of my beer last week,” Sinner shook his head in disgust. “Now, I have to go get fucking tested.” “It’s a sexually transmitted disease,” he shouted as Sinner stormed away. “You can’t get it from drinking out of the same bottle as me.” Sinner held up his middle finger in response. Chris busted out laughing as he walked away, leaving me alone with a fuming Jules. “Now, before you get all pissed, just remember that you’re doing this for a friend.” I held my hands up in a placating gesture. “Yeah, well my other friend thinks I gave him a fucking STD. He’s gonna go get tested, and probably tell everyone else they have to also.” I tried to say sorry, but I wasn’t. If it came to Sinner thinking he had a STD or me getting away with an accidental fucking and not having to hear about it from everyone, I’d take Jules having a STD any day. “Just try and think about how fucking hilarious it’ll be when they all go into the doctor’s office and ask for a STD check.” I slapped him on the back and walked away, turning at the last minute to thank him. “Thanks for the advice, by the way.”
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Pulling up to the house that night, I sat in my truck and tried to calm my raging cock. Just being in the same vicinity as her made me hard as steel. I wanted her so bad, but as I stared in through the front window of my cabin, I told myself that it would be fucking stupid to dip my stick in her twice. Slamming the truck door, I stomped inside and kicked off my boots by the front door. It had been a long day at work and longer than usual because I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the woman currently standing in my kitchen, whipping something in a bowl. My eyes followed the motion of her breasts as they swayed back and forth. Fucking sexy. “Oh, hey,” she said as she finished whipping the cream shit in the bowl. “I thought I’d make some dessert tonight. It’s an English Trifle,” she said as she started layering shit in a bowl. “Fruit is dessert?” “It’s fruit, pudding, cake, and whipped cream.” It was still fucking fruit. Dessert was supposed to be chocolate. The bowl she was holding slipped from her fingers and fell the counter, splashing pudding all over her. Fuck, it was spread all over the swells of her breasts, begging for me to lick it from her skin. I couldn’t take it. This wasn’t fucking fair. How the hell was I supposed to be good when she was practically laying herself out for me? “Lady, you need to be more fucking careful.” “Relax, the bowl didn’t break.” “I’m not talking about the fucking bowl. I’m talking about the fact that you walk around here in your fucking teasing shirts and pants that are way too fucking tight. We had one time. One fucking time. And it’s not happening again. I’m not dealing with tampons and Lifetime. There won’t be any Friday nights and I really don’t want to see you start walking around in yoga pants. This is still a platonic relationship and that’s the way it’s gonna fucking stay,” I shouted. She looked at me warily and nodded. “Okay, I’m not really sure what most of that meant, but I completely agree. Platonic relationship. I thought we already discussed this?” “Just don’t get any ideas in your head. You’re still fucking moving out as soon as you get your insurance money.” “I know,” she said slowly. “Do you really think I want to stay around here with your grumpy ass? Jeez, I just tried to make you dessert and you completely flip out. Like I’m trying to seduce you or something. With fruit.” She fucking laughed at me, and I felt like an asshole. I had completely lost my shit because there was pudding on her breasts. If she didn’t think I was a lunatic before, she did now. I stormed out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom to give myself a good yank.