Confessions of a Litigation God

Mac leads me into the living room and pushes me down on the couch. She doesn’t hesitate… crawls right on my lap, spreading her legs to straddle me. My hands immediately come up to grab onto her waist. I move them to her back and inch my fingers under the edge of her t-shirt.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and takes a deep breath, letting it out in a quick rush. She closes her eyes to orient herself, and I use the opportunity to slide one hand back over her hip, right over the top of her thigh.

“Okay,” she says firmly, “here’s the thing about Cal—”

I sink a finger inside of her pu**y, which is still dripping wet from when I just came inside of her minutes ago. She whimpers and closes her eyes, letting her head fall back. I pull my finger out and push it back in, my eyes now pinned between her legs.

Suddenly, Mac reels back and pushes off my lap, dislodging my hand from between her legs. “You promised you’d listen to me. ”

I just smirk at her and shrug my shoulders. “Sorry. You can’t sit your bare ass on my lap and not expect that to happen. ”

I want to bust out laughing when she glares at me, but I keep it in check. Leaning back on the couch, I stretch my legs out, resting them just under the coffee table. Mac gives a pained sigh as she sits down on the edge of the table facing me, placing one of her legs on either side of mine. Of course, this spreads her legs just enough that my eyes get helplessly drawn back down to where I was just fingering her.

She gives a growl of protest, and my eyes travel back upward. Her gaze is hot with annoyance at me.

“Sorry, babe… you can’t expect me to pay attention when you’re flashing that at me. You’ve got five seconds to get some underwear on, or I’m going to throw you on the floor and f**k the shit out of you. ”

Mac’s body trembles in response, and I almost leap forward to do just that… throw her down and f**k her hard again. But she ends up popping up from the table and running back to my bedroom.

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and sigh. This woman is driving me nuts. I thought I was horny for her before, but now… my level of insatiability is hovering near the stratosphere. What if I end up just sinking into nothing but a pool of desire and lust for her that prevents me from ever having another rational thought or moment again?

When Mac comes back, she steps over my legs again and takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch from me, tucking her legs up under her and pulling my t-shirt over her knees.

Smart girl to sit on the other end, because truly… the underwear won’t stop my urges.

Turning to face her, I rest an arm on the back of the couch. “Okay… spill it. ”

She takes another deep breath and begins. “Okay… I have the floor. Just listen. Cal feels horrible about what happened. ”

Can’t help it. I interrupt with a sneer. “Good. He should. ”

“Hey! You said you’d listen, so shut it. Like I said… his guilt is crushing him. He’s hurting right now. ”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for him?” I ask incredulously and extremely pissed that she’d even care about his feelings.

I wait for Mac to give me some monumental argument about why I should give him a chance, but she just shakes her head and says quietly, “He must have been a really great friend. ”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because… I know you wouldn’t be hurting this bad if he had not been so dear to you. ”

Yeah… that’s not going to work on me. “Save it, Freud. You think I don’t know this already?”

“Matt, do you even know what happened between Cal and your ex-wife?”

“I know all I need to,” I grit out. “She was married to me… he f**ked her. What more is there?”

“You’re not interested in the details?” Again, her voice is soft… complaisant.

What the f**k?

Now I’m getting super irritated. “Why would I be? I don’t get where you’re going with all of this. ”

“I’m just curious if there is room in your heart to forgive him. I’m not saying you have to ever be friends again, but forgiveness goes a long way toward having a peaceful heart. ”

Her words bounce right off me. I don’t answer her right away, because I want her to think that I might actually give her asinine idea some consideration. But then I break the sad, sad news to her. “I’m sorry, Mac. I just don’t have it in me. I’ve worked really hard to put it behind me and move on. Please don’t ask me to do more than that. ”

She gives me a melancholy smile and nods her head in understanding. I start to feel the tension leave my shoulders.

“What do you want me to do?” she asks.

It sort of bothers me that she has to ask. I still don’t understand why we are even having this conversation, and it doesn’t set well with me that she would even ask me to listen to this shit.

Leaning toward her, I harden my gaze. “I want you to promise me you’ll end your friendship with Cal and have no further contact with him. ”

She doesn’t even hesitate at my request. She pushes to her knees and crawls across the couch to me, right back onto my lap. My arms go around her waist, and I pull her in so her cheek lays on my chest.

“Okay… I’ll do that for you,” she whispers, and the sour acid that had been swirling in my stomach calms.

I press my lips into her hair, giving her a light kiss. “Thank you. ”