“Michael!” My mom raised her eyebrows at my dad before turning back to me. “Well, I don’t want to gossip, but word around the neighborhood is it was a work thing. The whole thing came out when she had to admit the baby wasn’t Jakes.”
It felt like my whole world was shaking up around me. Here I was, a new girl, with a new spring in her step and a new view of the world. And I come home for winter break to find the impossible man next door was just a little bit less impossible.
Just a little bit, at least.
I felt a little guilty too, since my thoughts immediately went to the glimmer of an open door to Mr. Hardy, and not sympathy at how he must be feeling in the wake of this betrayal. But as silly as it was to even hope that this was going to lead somewhere, there it was. Lenore was gone, Jake was probably lonely, and I was suddenly even more nervous about seeing him again.
Chapter 5:
Jake
Fuck, she was home.
It’s a weird feeling, being crawling-out-of-your-skin excited and yet utterly dreading seeing someone. Someone Like Chelsea Riley, specifically.
The past three months had been basically a blur, and I feel like it was literally hearing Mike and Sarah talking their little girl coming home last week that started to get me out of it. Lenore; fuck, man. I can’t say I would never seen it coming, but something like that knocks you sideways no matter how on the rocks your marriage might be. Okay, so I was pissed about it, for sure. I mean I gave that woman the world; money, a great house, sex whenever she was looking for it. And I never stepped out on her. Alright, fine, I fantasized like a fucking pervert about the sexy little bait living next door, but I never did anything about it.
Well, except jerk my cock probably four times a week thinking about her. Thinking about her prancing around in those skin-tight little one-piece bathing suits out by the pool that I know she wore because she thought they were more modest.
They weren’t, not on a girl who looked like that.
And shit, it’s not like Lenore was exactly calling for it every night. So fuck her, and fuck the dick from her office she ended up with, I thought. She could be as frigid and bitching with him as she was with me, and that’d be karma enough for me.
Truth be told, at the place our relationship was at when the end came, the only thing I was really and truly pissed about was the kid. I mean shit, I wanted kids. I’d wanted ‘em for a while, actually, but Lenore was always iffy about it. Finding out we were expecting though had been one of the best days of my life.
Of course, finding out a few weeks later that it was that jerk-off’s and not mine was basically the opposite. Talk about a mind-fuck, man.
After that, the whole thing sort of collapsed like the house of cards it was. There was no “couples counseling”, no reconciliation after that. No need for it, really. We’d signed a prenup before we got married, so that settled that. Lenore took off and moved in with jerk-off, I kept the house, and slowly over the next few months, I just adjusted to being a bachelor. Sleep late, work from home, grow a beard, work out whenever I wanted, jerk off whenever I wanted; yeah, I had it set up pretty good. Not a care in the world, a new lease on my life, and zero distractions.
That is, until I found out when she was coming back. Because after that? Fuck, after that, it was like everything got turned around all over again. I was excited to see her, and it made me feel like a seriously dirty old man. ‘Cause I wasn’t just missing her being around and reading books on her back porch, or coming over to say hi, or helping her change her first flat in the driveway.
Nope.
What I missed about Chelsea was see her swimming in the pool in those tight little bathing suits. I missed her not knowing that when she left the blinds open in the upstairs bathroom, I could see her from my study when she stepped out of a shower.
I miss sneaking glimpses of that tight little ass, ‘cause I could a girl like that walk away all fuckin’ day.
Except she wasn’t walking away this time. Nope, this time, she was coming back. And this time, I was hard as a damn stone just waiting to see her again. Because this time, there was no Lenore. This time, there was one less obstacle between me and that barely legal pussy that I had on the brain bad.
And this time, I was going to do something about it.
Chapter 6
Chelsea
It was two days later when Jake invited the whole family over to his house for dinner. It was also the firs time I was going to see Jake since before I'd left for school.
I'm not going to lie, I made myself look good before we went over that night, and I did it entirely for him. Dinner was going to be casual, but I still put on a sexy, yet not slutty short skirt and wide-necked shirt that hung off my shoulders that managed to flatter my slender form instead of highlighting my lack of, well, much of a bust up there. I even slipped on one of the pairs of thong panties I’d blushing bought at school. A thong was hardly something I’d have worn back in high school, and even now it wasn’t anything I’d bought for anyone. But feeling that thin, tiny piece of fabric tight against my bare slit always made me feel an extra bit sexy, and I wanted to feel sexy tonight.