Chapter 43 sneak peak
After Kostas left, things with the boys felt… messy.
In the long run, their opinion of me didn’t matter, but for now, I wanted things to go smoothly.
Jeno’s silly jokes and passion for photography reminded me of what it felt like to be young again.
What I would give to do it all over again.
I wanted to travel. So badly, I could taste it.
My wanderlust brought me to two of my husband’s. I had been from California to Texas, Texas to Colorado. I travelled in between on mini vacations or for gallery openings.
But not the way I had always wanted.
I wanted to see the world.
It was a big dream for a spoiled California girl. I just thought I had wealth in my favor, but it turned out I didn’t.
And Judas, fucking Judas.
Judas reminded me of myself when I was his age. Running around as fast as I could, soaking up every experience as if I would die tomorrow.
Sex and booze. Although, I’m betting he smokes weed as most of this generation does. I had never tried, and always wanted to.
I tried to ease my stress by cooking and cleaning. If I kept myself distracted, maybe I wouldn’t think about kneeling in front of Judas and begging him to fuck me over the table.
I hung white Christmas lights in the corner of the ceilings. Snack trays and freshly popped popcorn lined the breakfast bar.
I even made a batch of brownies.
I surveyed my work, satisfied, and opened a bottle of wine.
“Drinking already? At four in the afternoon? Tsk, tsk.” Judas hopped onto the couch, covered in freshly washed pillows and throws.
“Hey! I just washed those!” My wine sloshed around my cup, and he sat.
“Oh no. You going to punish me, Lyss?” He said in a hushed voice.
I gave him a side eye but didn’t respond.
The front door opened and Jeno bounced into the living room, full of energy. “They really mean it when they say exercise gives you more energy- it really does!” He plopped down next to his brother, in the same, ‘I’m very aware of how big my body is’ sort of way.
“I figured at least one of you would be out scavenging for food in the kitchen. You guys hide in your rooms. Let’s watching a movie together.” I leaned against the back of the couch, but no one responded. They looked at one another, though.
“I don’t know if we can all agree on a movie. Hey, nerd boy, did Harry figure out where all the magic crystals were?” Judas threw a pillow, but Jeno blocked it, shoving Judas in the shoulder.
“Oh, shocker. The big, tattooed guy likes movies like The Fast and Furious.” Jeno made a mocking voice, imitating a monkey.
“Listen, Dobby. Just because I have tattoos doesn’t mean I’m dumb. Neither does that fact that I don’t like Harry Potter.” Judas flipped him off.
“I like Harry Potter.” I chimed in.
“That’s because you’re a chick.’’ They said, in unison.
“I like Harry Potter and The Fast and the Furious.” Jeno said, looking at his brother.
“Fair enough.” The brothers fist bumped one another. They weren’t identical, but they looked similar. And I’m sure they shared many personality traits.
“Fast and the Furious it is.” I used the remote to pull up the DVD library. I typed in the letter and the flashy ad with brightly colored cars and flames lit up the screen.
I sat in between the two, a box that said ‘popcorn’ in my hand. The music bumped through the speakers, and I scooted back into the oversized couch and got comfortable.
Judas slouched diagonally across the couch; arm draped over the side. Jeno sat in the corner on the other side of me, looking uncomfortable yet absorbed into the opening credits.
I had seen it before, during a trip to Colorado in the summer. Fast cars and bumping bass went well together. I could see the appeal to them both.
The rain had been hammering down since the late morning, and with the air conditioner pumping through the house, I shivered.
I grabbed a throw and tossed it over my lap, letting my body lean into Judas’ warmth.
He noticed and nudged his hand under the edge of the blanket. His hand on my thigh was scorching hot, and I had to keep myself from rolling my hips and spreading my legs.
The movie played on, and Judas kept his hand where it was, but every once and awhile, brushed his thumb gently over my skin.
I could feel my clit rub against the seam of my shorts, and I slightly rocked into it.
His fingertips slowly travelled up my thigh until his pinky was just at the edge of my panties.
So damn close, his fingers were so close to where I wanted to feel him.
I wanted to curse but resisted and focused on the movie.
When the movie ended, my body was rigid. I wondered how long I had been holding myself in a tense position for.
Jeno’s snores caused both Judas and me to jerk our heads towards his body, his chest rhythmically rising and falling.
Judas moved closer to me, our bodies touching at every inch on our sides.
He leaned down and brought his lips to my ear. “Do you want this?”
His other hand reached under the blanket, fingering the top of my shorts. He expertly unzipped them and let his hand slide underneath.
I inhaled a sharp breath, my nipples hardening.
I nodded my head yes.
“But what if he wakes up? He might see us. He might see you…” He cupped his hand around my pussy and slowly let his middle finger slide between my folds.
“I don’t care.” I breathed, leaning back into him more.
He hooked his left arm around my waist and lifted me onto his lap in one fluid motion, allowing his hand better discovery.
I surrendered, laying back against his body.
“You’re so fucking wet. I’ve barely touched you.” His words melted my body into a wet puddle. I shuddered against his hand, begging him not to stop.
“I want you.” I breathed, wondering why he was being so cruel to me.
Not letting me have what I wanted.
“I don’t know if you deserve it.” He circled my clit with all three middle fingers until I was whimpering into his ear.
I ground into his hand, wanting to feel him inside, pushing and stretching me.
“You want me inside, don’t you?” His circles became faster, and I was on the brink of exploding.
I didn’t want to come this way. I needed him to fill me.
“Please, please.” I begged him.
“I don’t know, Lyss. Have you been a good girl? Or a bad girl? Choose wisely.” He rubbed slower now.
“I’m… I’m…” I stuttered, teetering.
“I know you’re a bad girl. Just by watching you. What bad thing did you do all those years ago, to make you want to stay away so long?” He breathed the words into my ear as he toyed with my clit. Simultaneously, he slid his fingers inside me, and then back out again.
My body jolted, and the pleasure robbed by my thoughts of my time at The Scorpion’s stinger, with Moxie. One of the most eye-opening, blissful experiences. One I didn’t talk about, ever.
If I spoke these words to him, the ones that rested on the tip of my tongue, I could never get them back.
“What was it, angel? You can tell me.” His words almost detonated my orgasm right there.
You can tell me.
It echoed through my brain, and my pussy throbbed. I wanted him to take me, to fuck me.
“You’re a bad girl, tell me.” He stopped circling my clit and dipped his fingers inside me again, hooking two of them and thrusting.