Our honeymoon. I laugh softly. What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into? I might’ve dropped out of school, but it doesn’t take a degree to know there’s no way it’s legal. Maybe we just got our parents hitched without them even knowing it. That’d be fucking rich. “Hey Dad. Guess what? You’re married now. Congrats! I brought you a t-shirt.”
I stroke her hair softly, just watching her breathe. The covers slipped down while we slept, exposing those perfect tits and I watch them rise and fall. I want to touch, but I don’t want to wake her yet.
What’s up with that, Gavin? You falling in love or something?
Wouldn’t that be a nightmare? Angie’s growing on me, though. I could stay here all day watching her like this. Unfortunately, I still can’t feel my arm and I’ve got morning wood hard enough to drive in a nail. I need to take a leak something fierce.
When I gently pull my arm free, she stirs but doesn’t wake up. Pins and needles race up and down from my fingertips to my shoulder. I mutter curses under my breath and shake it out until it stops tingling. She grabs a pillow and cuddles into it in her sleep, now that I’m not next to her anymore. The motion rolls her even further out from under the covers, exposing a soft thigh. I’d love to run my hand up it, right into her juicy little pussy, but first, nature calls.
I shut the bathroom door quietly and look down to find the bane and joy of my existence staring right back up at me. Fuck that shit, I just need to piss. After a bit of awkward positioning, I get my business done, then head into the shower. The hot water rushes over me, clearing out the booze fog from last night.
I just stand there a while, slowly waking up, half hoping that Angie’s going to come in, but she never does. Man, that girl can sleep. Or maybe she’s just waiting for me to come back. The thought gets me shutting off the water and grabbing my towel, my cock already firming back up. I wrap the soft terry cloth around my waist and I’m just about to open the door when I hear her voice.
“It was crazy!” She’s on the phone. “I know. I couldn’t believe it either. Still can’t.”
Shit. I have a bad habit of eavesdropping on her phone calls, but come on, we’re sharing a room and she’s talking about me. I can’t not listen.
“Yeah, you would suggest that, wouldn’t you? I’m not going to be able to walk normally today as it is.” She giggles and I can hear her moving around on the bed, probably still naked. “God, it was wonderful. Every time.”
The satisfied tone in her voice makes me grin. Fuck, I’m tempted to stride out there, rip my towel off and take Angie right on the bed while her friend’s listening, so she can get the experience firsthand. If I wasn’t hard before, I’m more than fucking ready now.
“But seriously, you know I’m not on the pill.”
At her words, my skin prickles as if the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. Yeah, she was a virgin, but with the way we met and her plans for Paul, I’d have figured she was on the pill or depo or something. Didn’t I ask last night? Fuck. How drunk was I? I never forget, and why the fuck wouldn’t she have said anything?
Angie laughs a little nervously. “Yeah, right. He already thinks we’re a bunch of gold diggers. Can you imagine? Talk about a strange family tree.” She laughs again, but I’m failing to see the humor in their fucked up conversation. “Sure, you could be the nanny. Get them to set us up in an awesome house or something, Auntie Cassie. Yeah, being stuck with him would kind of be the downside. Maybe if we just stick to having sex and he keeps his mouth—”
That’s enough. If she has more to say she can say it to my face. I slam open the door, cold fury swirling in my gut. “Hang up.”
Angie’s face is as white as the sheets. “Cassie? I’ve gotta go. Later, okay?” She puts the phone down and holds up her hands. “I don’t know what you heard, but—”
“Shut up.” I close my eyes a second. When I open them again, she’s looking at me, all cautious and worried and shit. The rational part of my brain knows I fucked up by not keeping it wrapped, but when I look in her eyes, all I see is every gold digger who’s ever come sniffing at our door. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?” I hiss.
She recoils from me, putting her back against the headboard and clutching the sheet to her chest. “Gavin...”
“What? Cat got your tongue?” Goddamn it. That warm fuzzy feeling? It was nice while it lasted. “You really had me going with that sweet, innocent act of yours.” Even when she cringes away, I can’t stop myself. “Wanna know a little more about your husband? Twenty-five years ago, I was the little slip-up that got my mother’s claws into Dad’s bank account and bought her a nice little house in the city. Laugh it up with your friend. I’m out.” I pull clothes out of my suitcase and get dressed. I need to get out before I do anything stupid. Stupider.