Cara tears off her shirt, exposing her very large, very naked breasts. She rubs her tits and tugs on her nipples. I think she’s trying to be sexy but I’m not feelin’ it. “I remember how much you liked my boobs. Feel free to play with them however you want. I’m always game for a good titty fuck.” She grinds into me again, trying to get a reaction out of me. Her last statement alone should’ve worked but I can practically hear Thor yawning.
My lips part when she grabs a tit and brings the nipple to my mouth. As I make a half-hearted attempt to suck, and lick, and hell, just enjoy myself in general, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that Cara’s nipples are light brown, instead of dark pink like Rainey’s. And sure, her tits are huge, but they’re not real like Rainey’s are. I’m totally pro boob job, but there’s no reason to overdo it and walk around looking like a porn star, ladies. Cara’s are abnormally high and firm, sort of reminding me of an overinflated balloon. They’re nothing like Rainey’s soft, perfectly shaped breasts that I loved using as a pillow.
“Mmm, yeah,” Cara moans. “Suck ‘em harder, Brody. I like it rough.”
Is her voice grating on your nerves, too? It’s too high-pitched, like she’s channeling Minnie Mouse or something. I think my balls shriveled up a little. Just the sound of Rainey’s deep, sexy rasp could get me going in two seconds flat. But this woman? She’s making me even less aroused than I was, if that’s possible. I pull my mouth away and just blink rapidly, trying to figure out why the hell I’m even doing this.
“Aw, what’s wrong, baby?” she pouts. “Do you need a little oral encouragement?”
She takes my silence as her cue to slide off my lap onto the ground. As she unbuckles my belt and works the zipper down, her bleached hair flashes to strawberry blonde, and Thor jerks in excitement.
“Ooh, somebody’s looking forward to getting in my mouth,” she purrs.
I blink again, and the image clears. I scoot out of her reach right before she grabs my dick. I stand abruptly, and begin fastening my pants. “I’m sorry, Cara. This was a mistake.”
Hey, there’s some irony for ya, huh?
She frowns, still kneeling topless on the floor, like she’s waiting for me to come back. “What’s going on, Brody? Did you want to stick it up my ass instead? Because I’m totally into that.”
Remember what I said earlier about dangling carrots, and how no respectable man would ever turn it down? Well, apparently I’m the guy that walks away. It makes sense, I suppose, because I can’t say I respect myself very much right now.
“Uh...thanks for offering, but I need to go.”
“Why?” she whines. “We were just getting started.”
“I’m sorry, Cara. It’s not you, I swear.”
She gives me a knowing look. “Oh, Brody, are you trying to get over someone?”
“You could say that. I’m sorry; I thought I was ready for this, but I’m not.”
Cara smiles softly. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Yeah, not happening. No matter how much I want this shitty feeling to go away, a small part of me is still hoping that Rainey gets the courage to come running back. I know my odds are slim, but I’m no Ross Geller. I’m not going to risk losing the chance to be with Rainey by fucking someone else while we’re on a break.
Chapter Forty-Eight
RAINEY
“Why am I so emotionally stunted, Devyn?”
She gives me a sad smile and hands me a quart of Cherry Garcia. How cliché am I? I’m eating ice cream directly from the carton after a break up, spilling my guts to my best friend. I don’t really care how pathetic I look though, because those Ben and Jerry dudes make some good shit.
“Honey, you’re not emotionally stunted. You’re just...scared.”
“Ugh, that’s exactly what he said.” I take a huge bite.
“Well...”
“Please don’t tell me you’re on his side,” I groan.
“I’m not on anyone’s side,” she assures me. “I told you in the very beginning that I didn’t want to see either one of you get hurt, and now you’re both hurt. I’m just trying to be the voice of reason because you have the power to change this.”
I side-eye her. “And I’m being unreasonable?”
She purses her lips. “Lorraine, why don’t you call him?”
“Nice dodge,” I grumble.