Hmm, well, sort of.
"Well I want to meet this kid then, and make sure he's treating my daughter like the lady she is then!" My dad piped up, grinning.
The whole plane-ride home, I'd been thinking about seeing Mr. Harding again for the first time in months. Even now, so many months later, I could still perfectly picture his naked, muscled
body as he pumped his wife full of his thick cock and his potent cum out there in the backyard. I'd actually started to put it out of my head at dinner; that was, until my mom brought me right back to it.
“So, uh, how are the Hardings?”
“Oh, that poor man!” My mom put her fork down and shook her head. “I guess we completely forgot to tell you, Chelsea.” She and my dad shared a look before she turned back. “Jake and Lenore are…separating for a little while.”
I was aware of more words coming out of people’s mouths, but I was very suddenly in my own head somewhere. All of a sudden, every single inappropriate little fantasy I’d ever had about Jake Hardy and pushed to the back of my mind came roaring up to the foreground. Every single school-girl fantasy of “running away” with the handsome older man next door were suddenly just a little closer to my outstretched fingers.
Suddenly, I frowned, my fork still halfway between my plate and my mouth. “Wait, weren’t they going to have a baby?”
My dad muttered something under his breath and my mom just shook her head. “Well, Lenore is having a baby-”
“She stepped out on the poor guy is what happened,” my dad said through clenched teeth, shaking his head. “Poor son of a bitch.”
“Michael!” My mom raised her eyebrows at my dad before turning back to me. “Well, I don’t want to gossip, but word around the neighborhood is it was a work thing. The whole thing came out when she had to admit the baby wasn’t Jakes.”
It felt like my whole world was shaking up around me. Here I was, a new girl, with a new spring in her step and a new view of the world. And I come home for winter break to find the impossible man next door was just a little bit less impossible.
Just a little bit, at least.
I felt a little guilty too, since my thoughts immediately went to the glimmer of an open door to Mr. Hardy, and not sympathy at how he must be feeling in the wake of this betrayal. But as silly as it was to even hope that this was going to lead somewhere, there it was. Lenore was gone, Jake was probably lonely, and I was suddenly even more nervous about seeing him again.
Chapter 5:
Jake
Fuck, she was home.
It’s a weird feeling, being crawling-out-of-your-skin excited and yet utterly dreading seeing someone. Someone Like Chelsea Riley, specifically.
The past three months had been basically a blur, and I feel like it was literally hearing Mike and Sarah talking their little girl coming home last week that started to get me out of it. Lenore; fuck, man. I can’t say I would never seen it coming, but something like that knocks you sideways no matter how on the rocks your marriage might be. Okay, so I was pissed about it, for sure. I mean I gave that woman the world; money, a great house, sex whenever she was looking for it. And I never stepped out on her. Alright, fine, I fantasized like a fucking pervert about the sexy little bait living next door, but I never did anything about it.
Well, except jerk my cock probably four times a week thinking about her. Thinking about her prancing around in those skin-tight little one-piece bathing suits out by the pool that I know she wore because she thought they were more modest.
They weren’t, not on a girl who looked like that.
And shit, it’s not like Lenore was exactly calling for it every night. So fuck her, and fuck the dick from her office she ended up with, I thought. She could be as frigid and bitching with him as she was with me, and that’d be karma enough for me.
Truth be told, at the place our relationship was at when the end came, the only thing I was really and truly pissed about was the kid. I mean shit, I wanted kids. I’d wanted ‘em for a while, actually, but Lenore was always iffy about it. Finding out we were expecting though had been one of the best days of my life.
Of course, finding out a few weeks later that it was that jerk-off’s and not mine was basically the opposite. Talk about a mind-fuck, man.
After that, the whole thing sort of collapsed like the house of cards it was. There was no “couples counseling”, no reconciliation after that. No need for it, really. We’d signed a prenup before we got married, so that settled that. Lenore took off and moved in with jerk-off, I kept the house, and slowly over the next few months, I just adjusted to being a bachelor. Sleep late, work from home, grow a beard, work out whenever I wanted, jerk off whenever I wanted; yeah, I had it set up pretty good. Not a care in the world, a new lease on my life, and zero distractions.
That is, until I found out when she was coming back. Because after that? Fuck, after that, it was like everything got turned around all over again. I was excited to see her, and it made me feel like a seriously dirty old man. ‘Cause I wasn’t just missing her being around and reading books on her back porch, or coming over to say hi, or helping her change her first flat in the driveway.
Nope.
What I missed about Chelsea was see her swimming in the pool in those tight little bathing suits. I missed her not knowing that when she left the blinds open in the upstairs bathroom, I could see her from my study when she stepped out of a shower.
I miss sneaking glimpses of that tight little ass, ‘cause I could a girl like that walk away all fuckin’ day.
Except she wasn’t walking away this time. Nope, this time, she was coming back. And this time, I was hard as a damn stone just waiting to see her again. Because this time, there was no Lenore. This time, there was one less obstacle between me and that barely legal pussy that I had on the brain bad.