Authors: Emma Hillman
“Sure.” He put the car back into Drive. “I’m not proud of what I did, Mia and if I could, I’d erase that whole evening. But I want you to know I’m sorry.”
She looked at his profile in the semi-darkness, his face hard as he stared straight ahead. She didn’t
know him well enough to know if he was tel ing the truth as he’d said he would. She couldn’t even
guess if that was the whole story or not. If he was really sorry. Tears leaked, wetting the sides of her nose and she sniffed. She was so tired of this whole thing, so tired.
Kevin wouldn’t let it go so easily, she knew, and she hated being the one coming between the two
friends. If she hadn’t been there, none of this would have happened and life would have gone on as
usual. A little voice in her mind chirped in, commenting that it’d been Kevin’s idea to go to that party in the first place but still...her husband couldn’t see her come out of Charlie’s car. He’d go ballistic and she didn’t want him to kill the other man, as screwed up as he was. Fuck, what had she been thinking
telling him to drive her home? “Can you drive me somewhere else?”
Charlie shot her a look. “Sure. Where?”
“Nick’s?”
His hands tightened on the wheel and he clearly refrained from asking questions. “Okay. Hold on,” he
said before taking the next right, the wheels squeaking as they righted themselves.
“Thanks.”
Nothing else was said.
“If you say I told you so, I’m out of here,” Mia said as she stepped into Nick’s condo and immediately
veered towards the kitchen. She opened the freezer and pulled out the bottle of vodka she’d known
would be there and served herself a healthy dose. Then she rummaged around the fridge for some OJ
and finally, after she’d taken her first sip, she leaned back against the counter and stared at him.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Nick asked, grabbing her glass and taking a sip.
She frowned, gesturing for him to get his own drink. “I don’t know.”
“That bad?”
“No, yes.” She sighed. “I’m just that stupid.”
“You’re not stupid,” he immediately countered.
“Tell that to Bella.”
“What happened?”
“I…I chickened out.”
“Ah.” He grabbed another glass and filled it up with straight vodka, downing half of it before he added,
“Did she try to do something you didn’t like?”
“No.” Mia shook her head. “It never went that far. We were out at that sex superstore over in
Willington. Have you ever been there?”
“Yeah, it’s got everything under the sun. Quite amazing really. They have this porn collection that—“
He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “So you were over there and?”
“She wanted me to try some, uh, stuff and I freaked out. I left her there. Shit!” She grabbed her head in both hands and groaned. “I’m so fucking stupid!”
“Shh,” Nick murmured, stepping closer to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’m sure
she’ll understand.”
“I‘m not so sure about that. I’m the one who asked her to do this and then I just leave her there and all she’d wanted to do was to make me try on some nipple clamps. Stupid!” She bit her lip and looked in
the distance, her thoughts in disarray.
His cock twitched at her words and before he knew it, he was hard. He licked lips that had gone dry
before saying, “I see. Would you like me to, I don’t know, call her and explain?”
“I don’t know.” She took her drink and downed it. “Ouch, that’s harsh.”
“Babe!” He pulled her glass away and looked at her reproachfully. “Now’s not the time to get drunk.”
“Whatever. I think it’s the perfect time. I’m such a bad wife.” She brushed her arms with her palms,
tears pricking her eyes.
“Why do you say that? You wanted to give Kevin the opportunity to have two women at the same
time. If you ask me, I’d say he’s very lucky having you for a wife.”
“I screwed it up, Nicky, don’t you see? It would have been perfect but no, I had to go and ruin it. And
for what? Because I couldn’t imagine touching her. Kissing her. It just…I couldn’t bring myself to do it!”
“Hey,” Nick said, his fingertip on her chin nudging her head up. “Look at me.”
“Not now, Nick.” She tried to move away but he stopped her.
“Look at me,” he repeated, his voice soft.
She sighed as she gazed into his eyes, love and understanding brimming from them. “Nick…”
“I love you, you know that, right?” She nodded. “You’re amazing. You just gotta start believing in
yourself a little more, baby.”
“Thanks Nick but I don’t see—“
He interrupted her, his hands sliding down her back to clasp her hips. “You know that’s why Kevin
pushed you to do the List, right?”
“Yes. And look how great that turned out!” Nick’s eyes darkened and she realized what she’d just said.
“Sorry, Nicky, I didn’t mean it like that. I loved our night together.”
“Thanks.” He took a deep breath then exhaled. “You’ve gotta believe Kevin is doing this for your own
good. I know it backfired with that fucking party but he’s doing it for you. He wants you to love
yourself.”
“I do!”
He eyed her with disbelief. “Mia, come on.”
“Okay so maybe I don’t. Not always. But I’m not that bad.”
“You’re not. When you let go, you do so fully and that’s an amazing feat, baby. I mean, you had the
courage to take two men inside you at the same time. And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.” She licked her lips, her eyes lost in his.
“See?” He smiled, a soft smile that tugged at her heart. “When you let go, you have fun and you’re this
sex goddess—“
She giggled, cutting him off. “Sex goddess? You drunk already, Nicky?”
He grinned. “No but you know what I mean. You just get into the moment and you stop thinking about
what you look like or whether you should really be doing this. You let yourself enjoy it and baby, that’s fucking sexy.”
And just talking about it, recalling how she’d looked like that one evening, her lips parted as she took him in inside her, was enough to make him hard as a rock. He could feel himself start to lose control,
lust stirring inside him. He stared at her, looking so innocent under the bright lights, her mouth shiny from the vodka. He wanted to grab her and pull her to his bedroom. He wanted her pliant underneath
him, his name on her lips as she shouted his release. He wanted her, plain and simple.
But she hadn’t come here for sex. She wasn’t one of his usual dates; she was married to his best friend.
Fuck! At that moment, he almost hated her. “Would you like me to drive you home now?” The sudden
change of topic threw Mia and she gazed at him, dumbfounded. He took a step back, his body no
longer brushing hers as he grabbed his drink and downed the rest. “So?”
“I guess. I just don’t know what I should tell him. I mean, I was supposed to spend the night with a
friend and now you’re driving me home?”
“You could say we’d met up at a club and Bella was too drunk to drive you home, or you got a migraine
and you asked me to drive you. I don’t know!”
“I don’t want to lie to him.”
“Then make up your mind, Mia!”
She gasped at his tone. “What the fuck is your problem?”
He stared at her in silence, hands tightened into fists. “I need you out of the house.”
“What?” She blinked, shocked at his words. What the hell was going on? He’d been complimenting her
only minutes before, his speech wakening something in her and now this? “What’s wrong? Did I say
something—“
“No, I just need you to leave. I’m expected somewhere and I can drop you off on the way but that’s it.”
“I see.” She didn’t see at all but she grabbed her bag and hooked it over her shoulder, desperate to
leave. She’d find something to tell Kevin, she always did. “Let’s go then.”
“Great.”
She tried asking him what was wrong once they were safely tucked inside his car but he ignored her,
increasing the volume of his stereo until rap was booming out from the speakers.
She tried recalling their conversation, certain she’d said something that had hurt him. Maybe coming
to see him tonight had been another bad idea in her latest list of screw-ups. From Bella to Charlie to
this....she sighed and stared at the twinkling lights in the distance.
“Nick?” She called out his name, wanting to see the usual love in his eyes. Needing the reassurance she
hadn’t hurt him. “Nicky!” This time she’d shouted his name over the music.
He looked at her and snapped, “Don’t call me that!”
“Oh, sorry.” She blinked back tears.
The next thing he told her was “Bye.” as she got out of his car fifteen minutes later.
Chapter Twenty-Four: I Don’t Wanna Talk
“Was that Nick’s truck?”
Mia sighed. Of course. He had to see her arrive. “Yes.”
Kevin stepped out of the den as she dumped her purse onto the hallway table. “What’s up? I thought
you’d be gone the whole night.”
“I thought so too but I decided to come home early.” She brushed past him but he wasn’t that easily
swayed. He followed her to the kitchen and watched as she poured herself another vodka. It seemed
tonight was the time to be drinking. She wanted to lose herself in the alcohol, forget about everything
that had happened in the last hours. She didn’t know what was wrong with Nick but if she was truthful,
that was what’d hurt the most. He’d basically thrown her out of his home, intent on pushing her away
when he’d been praising her only minutes before. It just didn’t make any sense.
“Mia? Mia!”
“What?” She turned to face her husband, avoiding his eyes whilst she was at it.
“What the fuck happened? And why was Nick driving you home?”
She looked up then, catching his gaze. Her breath faltered when she spotted the tension on his face,
his shoulders hunched as if he was expecting bad news. And that’s when she realized she couldn’t tell
him the truth. He didn’t need to know his wife was a screw-up. “Can we not talk about it now?” She
took a step forward and pressed herself against him. “Please?” Leaning up, she grasped his shoulders
and brushed her mouth over his parted lips, her tongue sneaking in for a quick taste.
He growled, his hands automatically cupping her hips. “Mia, what—“
She pushed her advantage, tangling her tongue around his before kissing his breath away. She didn’t
want to talk. Not now. Not ever. So she did what she knew would shut him up. She broke the kiss and
knelt down, popping his pants open before sliding her right hand inside.
He hissed as her fingers trailed his erection before cupping him firmly. “Baby, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” She smiled up at him and prayed he would play along. Please, Kevin. “I love
you.”
He jerked, startled by her announcement. It took him a few seconds to reply, “Love you too, baby.”
She didn’t give him time to say anything else. She drew his erection out and fell on him, her mouth
widening to take him in. She had to do this right or he would start talking again, she just knew it.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feel of him and forced her throat to relax, inching his cock
deeper and deeper. She could do this, she’d done it before after all. She just hated it but now wasn’t
the moment to start complaining. She’d been a bad wife and she had to redeem herself, she thought
as she felt him bump the back of her throat.
He growled above her and ran his fingers through her hair in a vain effort not to tug her to him. He
wanted to fuck her mouth, he loved doing that but she hated it and now…Fuck! “Baby, I gotta move.”
She let his cock slide back up then bit lightly around his tip, her teeth raking his sensitive skin. She knew how much he loved that and she smiled inwardly when she heard him hiss above her head. Okay, here
goes…She did it all over again, letting him glide down her throat until she thought she would choke.
But no, she held on and as she did it time and time again, Kevin’s nails digging into the back of her
head, it began to grow easier. So much so that when he finally came, cum spurting into her throat, she
didn’t even mind. She didn’t gag either. Go her.
She let go of him and grabbed the counter, pulling herself up as she swayed on her booted feet. She
left him there and hurried out of the room. She needed to get changed. She needed quiet.
She needed to stop thinking.
* * * *
She woke up in the middle of the night and hiccupped, startled to find a wet spot on her pillow. That’s
when she realized her cheeks were wet too, tears still trailing down her face. She quickly rubbed at
them then turned around under the duvet, trying to find a comfortable–and dry–position.
“Baby?” Kevin was looking straight at her and she knew he’d heard her cry.
“I had a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“About what?” he asked, his hand finding hers under the covers. He squeezed her fingers and drew her
forward, moving her until she was half-lying over him.
“I’m not sure,” she lied. She remembered clearly what her dream had been about. It’d started like a
pretty awesome fantasy: a naked Kevin splayed between female legs, groaning as he touched her.
Then he’d knelt up and she’d seen the woman’s face. It hadn’t been her, it’d been Bella. He’d turned
his head then and she’d followed his gaze, and spotted herself sitting in the corner of the bed, her
hands tight around the sheet as she hid herself and her bare body. He’d looked at her with contempt
and said, “See, that’s what great tits look like!” He’d pointed to Bella’s chest before softly caressing a perky breast. The woman had moaned, her hips jerking up at the small caress. “See how responsive