Chapter 6

• Julia
• A part of me understands exactly what’s happening.
• We drank those shots so quick because we just needed an excuse, that’s all. We need this tonight because we’re all that’s left of our little trio. Eric is never coming back. He can never walk in on us. Can never get mad at us. Can never do anything, ever again.
• I need Trent to touch me everywhere, all at once. I need it like I need water, or food, or my dead brother back.
• “I need you,” I whisper into our kiss.
• “I know,” he whispers back. “I need you too.”
• I’m just a replacement, and so is he. We’re sad. We’re mad. We’re missing our missing part. And the worst thing is, we don’t care. We’re using each other to get through this night and we don’t even care.
• My hand is on his cock and I can’t help but imagine what it will look like once I pull it out. Some people might think a cock is a cock is a cock. But that’s definitely not been my experience. Some are much better than others. And I have a feeling Trent’s is going to be spectacular.
• He saw me once. Naked, that is. I was getting out of the shower and I heard Trent tell Eric that he left his Paulet up in his bedroom. I heard him coming up the stairs.
• So I dropped my towel and bent over the bed, pretending to look for clothes.
• I knew he’d peek. I knew it. Hell, looking back at it now, I realize I was posing for him. But back then I didn’t understand sex. I just felt a thrill at the idea he’d see me.
• Of course, I made a big deal about it. Kneed him in the nuts. But that was for Eric's benefit. I knew if there was ever anything real between Trent and me that Eric would not be his friend. And the three of us, that’s what was important back then.
• So even though I set Trent up that day, and I wanted him, I had to make things right with Eric before it was over.
• I regret that, I realize.
• Trent’s hand slips under my dress in the same moment I reach for the button on his slacks. I pop it, dragging the zipper down. And my hand is so eager to wrap itself around his shaft, I barely notice that his fingers are pressing into my pussy, right through my panties, until he hits my clit and I make a little squeal.
• “Hmmm,” he murmurs as we continue to kiss. “You like that?”
• “I do,” I hum back. I can taste the whiskey on his lips and I like it because it lets me know what this is.
• One drunken encounter.
• Nothing more.
• Nothing less.
• Just a few hours of fucking my brother’s best friend so I can live through the night and see another sunrise.
• Because I need that. I really do. I can’t go on without Trent tonight.
• Trent is tugging on my panties now. And I’m tugging on his cock. I already have it out of his underwear.
• “Take these off,” he says, still tugging.
• I don’t want to let go of him. I want to put his cock in my mouth and suck him until he blows, but first things first.
• So I let go and ease my hips up. He’s on his knees in front of me in an instant, dragging my panties down my legs. He throws them over his shoulder and places each of his hands on my knees, spreading me open wide as I lift my dress up so he can see me.
• “Oh, God,” he murmurs, when I reach down between my legs and begin playing with myself.
• There’s a part of me that aches for the younger us. A part of me that wishes we’d done this a long time ago. Back when neither of us knew what we were doing. Back when we were shy, and inexperienced.
• But there’s another part—the dirty part—that’s glad we waited because there will be no fumbling around, no hesitations, no embarrassment. It’s just drunk, sad sex and nothing more.
• I stick my finger inside my pussy and look at him with heavy eyes. His are hooded as well. Filled with lust.
• “Julia,” he whispers. And just hearing my name makes me more excited. “Tell me what you like,” he says. “We only get one shot at this, you know that, right? So let’s make the most of it. Tell me how you like it.”
• He’s right. One shot. One night and then this is over. I go back to the city, he stays here. That’s it.
• So I say, “Eat me out,” and open my pussy lips for him. Flicking my clit back and forth with my middle finger.
• He glances down, then back up at me with a wild, hungry grin.
• I place my other hand on his head and push him into position. His mouth covers my clit as I tangle my fingertips into that tousled, too-long hair of his that covers his eyes, and for a moment I think… Oh, that’s what that unruly mess of waves is for.
• To hold his face between my legs as he licks me.
• Then I grin, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m laughing.
• He tips his head up, still eating me out, and squints his eyes. Like… What’s so funny?
• “Nothing,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and deep. “I’m just imagining all the girls you eat out using this bit of hair to hold you in place and never let you stop.”
• He laughs too, then comes up, even though I’m pushing down, and says, “You are the only one who’s ever done that, Julia.”
• And then he dives back down. And I don’t care if he’s lying. I lean my head back, position my body down on the couch cushions a little more, and enjoy it.
• Both hands on his head now. Hips grinding against his face. I am eager to show him how sexual I can be. I don’t know why. I just want him to know that I’m a woman now, not a kid. I’m not his sister, I’m his friend. And if we want to do this, we can.
• Fuck Eric.
• He fucked us, didn’t he? So now we get to fuck each other. It’s only fair.
• I think I might be drunk. Because that made perfect sense and no sense at all.
• “Julia,” Trent moans again.
• He is licking, and sucking, and using his fingers to penetrate me. And I swear to God, I’m not usually one to get off so quick, but I feel it building.
• Just as I think that Trent pulls away.
• “Nooo,” I complain.
• He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, looking at me with an expression of pure hunger. “Not yet,” he says. “I’ll get you off like that later, if you want. But this first time, no way. I want to be inside you.”
• His pants are open and the front of his shirt is hanging over his cock, but the rest of it is still tucked in. He pulls it out and starts unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up, giving me little peeks, first of his long, hard cock, then of his muscled abs.
• I try to recall the last time I saw Trent without a shirt and come up with… more than a decade ago. And he didn’t look like this back then, that’s for sure. Still kinda skinny. Lean, but not overly muscular. The years have added weight to him in all the right places.
• “Oh, my God,” I yell.
• “Problem?” he asks, still messing with the second cuff.
• “Take off that fucking shirt before I rip it off you!”
• “Eager much, Julia?” He winks.
• “Yes,” I say. “I am. I’ve been picturing this since I was fourteen and—”
• “What?”
• “You heard me,” I say. “You had to know I had a thing for you back then.”
• “When?” he asks, unknotting his tie and whipping it through his collar.
• “Who cares?” I say. “Are we going to do this—”
• “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he says, flat palm motioning me to calm down. “We’ve got time, OK? I want you too, but just… enjoy it a little, Kal.”
• “I’m enjoying it,” I say. What I don’t say, and actually needs to be said, is that we don’t have time. This is a one-night thing. That’s it. And yeah, it’s still early, but I want the full Trent experience before I walk out that door and never come back. That means him eating my pussy until I come on his face, me sucking his cock until he comes in my throat, and me fucking him every way I can think of.
• He stands up, kicking off his shoes. Then drops his pants and underwear and stands there in his dark socks, grinning at me. “What do you think? Leave the socks on?”
• “You’re dumb.” I laugh. “Take them off.”
• “Take off your dress,” he counters.
• I am whipping that thing over my head before he even finishes asking. Fuck the zipper. This one slides over easy and two seconds later I’m throwing it in the general direction of my panties and unhooking my bra, which I drop to the floor at his feet.
• He sits down on the couch next to me and pats his leg. “Climb into my lap.”
• I swing my leg over, making sure that my pussy brushes against his hard cock, and place both hands on his shoulders as I realize something obvious, but new. “You have tattoos. Jesus. How long has it been since I saw you in short sleeves?”
• “Julia,” he says, voice deep and gruff. “I’ve seen you like four times in the past decade. Did you not even miss me?”
• “That’s not true,” I say, looking back up at his face. “I see you every Christmas Eve.”
• He shakes his head. “No. Last year you were on a trip, the year before we hung out, but only at your parents’ party. The year before that—”
• “OK, fine,” I say. “I’ve been gone a lot.” I force a smile. Because I have a feeling he resents me for this. “But I’m here now.”
• “Yes,” he says. “You are.” He cocks his head at me, his hands sliding around my hips to squeeze my ass cheeks. “But now I’m wondering why.”