Unexpected Arrivals(15)
“You know me, the Porn Queen looking for my next poke.” Her eyes rolled, though I couldn’t help but think of her on video.
“Let’s make you my private royalty.” I waggled my eyebrows.
And she blew me off with silly laugher. “You could hang a crown from Neil’s—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” No matter what the situation, the two of us found a way to make it fun.
Part of our avoidance of this topic was neither of us knew how to approach the truth that we might separate. Even if for only a short time, in the grand scheme of things, two years was nothing compared to eternity—regardless, she wasn’t willing to face the possibility.
Her small hands snuck under my shirt and roamed my chest while she tilted her head up to stare into my eyes. She’d gone from distant to playful to erotic in less than three minutes, and under her touch, I was a goner. As much as I craved taking her right there on the counter, I had to back away and pry her delicate fingers from my skin.
Her lip stuck out, and she pouted in my direction. The problem was, Cora always knew my hand, and she always held the ace of hearts. When I refused to return her affection until we’d had some semblance of a conversation, she took matters into her own hands. And Cora played dirty. She had a wicked poker face and could totally count cards if necessary—she flat out cheated. Her brows rose as if to question my resolve, just before she lifted her shirt over her head.
“What are you doing? Neil could come back in.” I turned between my half-dressed girlfriend and the front door. “Put your shirt back on, Cora.”
Her coy smile toyed with me.
“Fine, if you’re interested in playing this game, then let’s move to the bedroom.”
She gently shook her head in refusal, reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. I tried to grab the straps before they slipped down her arms, although she evaded my reach and shot it across the room. It hung from a lamp beside the couch, and I couldn’t get past her to retrieve it.
“Cora…” My tone held a warning—and zero weight.
“James…” she mimicked, mocking me.
“Can you be serious for just a minute?”
“Depends, can you drop this and enjoy your girlfriend? Or do we really need to get Neil involved? I’ve heard he’s hung like a—”
“Don’t go there.” The rumor mills on this campus were insane. I had no desire to think about the size of Neil’s junk, and Cora sure as hell didn’t need to be pondering his endowment.
“How about here?” Her hand snuck beneath the waistline of her shorts. “Is this a safe place?”
I growled in response.
She knew I’d give in and not get answers. I was tempted to call her bluff and text my best friend to have him come home. I snickered at the thought of how quickly she would use me as a shield if he walked in the door, or how fast she’d duck behind the counter or try to make an escape to our room. I didn’t want to do it, there was no way in hell I wanted anyone seeing parts of her she reserved for me, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was sultry and seductive.
“Dialing Neil.”
She called my bluff, and the hand that was down her pants now assisted the other in removing them completely, along with her underwear. There she stood in all her naked glory in our kitchen with her clothes—minus the bra still hanging from the lamp—in a pile on the floor. “You wouldn’t do that.”
Before I could actually hit send, the front door swung open and in strolled Neil with Hannah right behind him. It all happened so fast. I had gotten too far away from her to actually provide any barrier or coverage, and Neil’s sights landed on her breasts before dipping down to her neatly trimmed landing strip just above her goods.
“Oh, shit. Dude, I had no idea. I thought you two were talking.”
Hannah slammed the door closed to keep outsiders from seeing in, while I watched the scene unfold, and Neil stared at Cora’s baby maker like a prepubescent teen.
“Cora, oh my God. Where are your clothes?” Hannah squealed in hysterical laughter.
In no other situation would anyone find humor in this, but I couldn’t help it. She’d created this by refusing to talk and making jokes about threesomes, and here she had her very own gangbang in the making. When the world started spinning again and time resumed ticking, she ducked behind me and used her toe in an attempt to pull each scrap of fabric close enough to grab without further exposing herself…like everyone in the room didn’t now know what color her drapes were.
My stomach hurt from laughing so hard, and when I bent over to ease the ache, she squawked for me to stand up while she redressed. Hannah and I couldn’t control ourselves, and Neil was the color of a ripe tomato, yet he still hadn’t moved. We all should have been mortified, unfortunately, this was far too amusing to let go.
“I thought you two were going to talk. What the fuck happened?” Neil sounded like his balls had rescinded, which only further spurred me on.
“I tried, dude. This”—I waved my hands at my half-dressed girlfriend—“is what I’m dealing with. It’s always sex with this one. I’m starting to think she’s only after my body.” That comment earned me a playful swipe to the back of the head.