My Heart

He left in such a rush last night.

Not that I can blame him.

When we heard Alexis walking down the hallway, it was like fate was giving us a sign, telling us that what we’d just done was wrong, downright evil, even.

“What about you?” I ask.

At my question, Alexis just looks at me for a long moment and I feel my nerves rise.

“Oh,” she says finally. “Yeah, fine. I was exhausted. I ended up falling asleep on the couch before I came upstairs. I only went downstairs to get my book, but the couch looked so comfy.”

I nod, risking a look at her, wondering if she heard anything last night.

Reality crashed into fantasy when Triston went down between my legs, his tongue grinding against my sex, his growls, and his rock hard manhood telling me he wanted me as badly as I want him.

Alexis has a soft smile on her face, no sign anything’s wrong. I wonder what she’d say if I told her right now, if I just came out and yelled out that I’d been intimate with her dad.

And more than that, I want to do it again. I want so much else.

A life, a future.

“I’ll need to get going soon,” I murmur. “I looked at the bus routes last night and it’ll take me about an hour to get to the restaurant.”

“I’m sure my dad can give you a ride,” she says. “I would, but the idea of driving still freaks me out. I haven’t got my license yet. I know how silly that sounds. But I was so weak for so long…”

My hand slides across the table instinctively. “It’s okay. I’m so, so happy you’re feeling better, Alexis.”

She squeezes my hand back, making me feel like the biggest traitor in the world. “I can ask my dad for you if you want.”

“It’s fine,” I tell her, both terrified and excited at the idea of being alone with Triston again. “I don’t mind catching the bus.”

What if he lays his hands on me again, in that possessive controlling way, the way that told me I better do what he wants? It was the way he held our bodies together, pressing forward with his groin, letting me feel his huge hard dick against my belly.

“Honestly, it’s no trouble.”

Before I can say anything, Alexis is on her feet, making for the door. I turn to tell her to stop, but the words die on my lips.

It’s like the needy part of my mind – or the throbbing deep inside – tells me to stop.

I have to take it, take any chance alone with Triston.

“He said it’s fine,” Alexis says a minute later, returning to the kitchen. “Told you.”

I try for a smile, but I can feel it trembling.

What if Alexis doesn’t want to be friends anymore?

What if I break her heart, Lisa’s heart?

I take a bite of my toast, wondering what the heck I’m going to do.

Sitting in the passenger seat, I wave at Alexis as she stands at the door. I try to mirror her smile – a smile that has no idea the situation she’s put us in – but I don’t think I succeed.

Then we’re off, driving down the suburban street, the sun shining down on us.

I’m almost scared to look over at Triston.

Last night, after he left, I lay awake for a long time wondering if I’d imagined the whole thing. It was too close to my fantasies, to the dreams tempting me before he knocked on my door.

His eyes are intense, like usual, but there’s an added fierceness to them when he looks at me, as we come to a stop at a red light.

“I don’t know what to say,” he says. “Last night…”

“I know. It was a mistake.”

He shakes his head. “Maybe, yeah. Maybe you’re right. But it was amazing too. It was goddamn perfect. You were perfect.”

I let out a gasp, involuntary, of all the things I thought he was going to say, it wasn’t that.

“Thank you,” I murmur, the only words coming to mind.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he snarls. “But you do have to tell me what you were going to say when you stopped me. It was more than Alexis, wasn’t it? There’s something else going on.”

I swallow, turning away, glad when the light changes and Triston has to focus on the road ahead.

“Alexis is reason enough,” I say softly.

“But that’s not what you were going to say,” he continues.

I glance at him, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his muscles flexing the same way they did when he had his hands on my legs. I remember the noises he made, as though he was getting as much pleasure from the act as I was.

My belly flips when I remember how it felt when he brought me to orgasm, my whole body buzzing the same way it has ever since it happened.