“I really liked that,” I said, my voice low and lazy. Gradually I opened my eyes.
“Fuck-drunk suits you, Evelyn.” A hand smoothed over my hip and he smiled down at me. “I’ll eat you out whenever you like. You only have to ask.”
I smiled back at him. And the smile may have twitched a little at the edges. Talking about this kind of thing was still new to me.
“Tell me you liked me licking your gorgeous pussy.”
“I said I liked it.”
“You’re embarrassed.” David’s brows drew together. There was mischief in his eyes. “You can talk rough sex on hardwood floors but not cunnilingus, hey? Say ‘pussy’.”
I rolled my eyes. “Pussy.”
“Again. Not as in ‘cat’.”
“I’m not saying it as in ‘cat’. Pussy. Pussy, pussy, pussy. Pussy not as in ‘cat’. Happy?” I laughed, moving a hand to slide down his chest, heading for his groin. “Can I do something for you now?”
He stopped my hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed it. “I’m going to wait till tonight when we can make love again, if you’re feeling okay.”
“We’re making love tonight, Mr Smooth?”
“Sure.” He smirked, climbing off the bed. “We’ll make love again and then we’ll fuck again. I think we should put some serious time into exploring the differences. It’ll be fun.”
“Okay,” I quickly agreed. I wasn’t stupid.
“That’s my girl.” He held a hand out for me, eyes intent. “You are so damn pretty. You know, I’m never going to be able to wait until tonight.”
“No?”
“Nope. Look at you lying all naked on my bed. I’ve never seen anything I’ve liked more.” He shook his head, mouth rueful as his eyes travelled over my body. My husband was incredibly good for my ego. But he made me feel humble at the same time, grateful. “I was a fucking idiot to suggest waiting,” he said, taking a step back and crooking his finger at me. “And you know how I hate being away from you. Come help me in the shower? It’ll give you some good hands-on experience.”
I crawled off the bed after him. “That so?”
“Oh, yeah. And you know how seriously I take you and your education.”
*
“You suck,” said Lauren, her voice echoing down the line. Pam had warned me some parts of the coast could be iffy with cell coverage.
“I’m not saying I don’t still love you,” she said. “But, you know …”
“I know. I’m sorry,” I said, settling into the corner of the lounge. The menfolk were busy downstairs making music. Pam had gone running errands in town. I had calls to make. Boxes to unpack. Dreams of blissful wedlock to work up to insane, impossible proportions inside my head.
“Never mind. Update me,” she demanded.
“Well, we’re still married. In a good way this time.”
Lauren screamed in my ear. It took her a good couple of minutes to calm down. “Oh my God, I was hoping something would work out. He’s so fucking hot.”
“Yes, indeed he is. But he’s more than that. He’s wonderful.”
“Keep going.”
“I mean, really wonderful.”
She huffed out a laugh. “You already used ‘wonderful’. Try a new word, Cinderella. Give my inner fangirl something to work with here.”
“Don’t crush on my husband. That’s not cool.”
“You’re six years too late with that warning. I was crushing on David Ferris long before you put a ring on him in Vegas.”
“Actually, he doesn’t have a ring.”
“No? You should fix that.”
“Hmm.” I stared out the window at the ocean. Out in the distance a bird drifted in lazy circles high up in the sky. “We’re at his place in Monterey. It’s beautiful here.”
“You left LA?”
“LA was not so great. What with the groupies and lawyers and business managers and everything, it was pretty shitty.”
“Details, babe. Gimme.”
I drew my knees up to my chest and fidgeted with the seam of my jeans, feeling conflicted. Discussing our personal details behind David’s back didn’t sit well with me. Not even with Lauren. Things had changed. Most noticeably, our marriage had changed. But there were still some things I could share. “The people there were like something from another planet. I did not fit in. Though you would have liked seeing the parties they threw. All the glamorous people packed into this mansion. It was impressive.”
“You’re making me insanely jealous. Who was there?”