My grin turned into laughter. “Come on. I said small details. Ask something that’s been eating at you for all these years.”

“Fine. Is he big? I just gotta ask that.” I opened my mouth to answer but she covered my mouth with her hand. “No! Don’t say it; show me how big.”

“Okay.” Grinning, I lifted my hands and slowly started parting them. Her smile got wider and wider.

“Yowza! Damn woman. What is that eight, nine inches? You lucked out. Damn.”

Blushing a little, I laughed. “Okay, do you have a second question?”

“Crap. If I’d known you were actually going to answer them, I’d have made a list. I can’t decide on the best question when you put me on the spot. Okay, does he talk when you’re, you know…doing it? I mean, is he a dirty talker? Because if he is, I might just pass out right here in his kitchen, and then you’ll have to nurse me back to health and I’ll get to stay here.”

“You don’t have to pass out to stay here, Lucy.”

Already fanning herself, she said, “Go ahead, answer. He is a dirty talker, isn’t he? He has to be.”

“Yes.”

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “That wasn’t a yes or no question, woman! You have to give me more than that.”

“Sorry.”

She dropped to her knees and put her arms on the edge of the island I was leaning on. “Pity me, Olive. For the love of our friendship. Please.”

“Yeah. No way.”

She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I hate you. Okay. Okay, I can live with this. Holy shit, but you are lucky.”

Was I?

He was definitely beyond amazing in bed, best I’d ever had, but was I really lucky?

“I’m not so sure about that. I mean, is he just sleeping with me because he can’t sleep with anyone else right now? Are we dating now? Are we husband and wife? What the hell are we?”

“Easy there.” She got up from the floor and made it to the espresso machine again. “You’ll figure it out.” She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Eventually. I’d say, just keep living in the moment for now. My money is on you staying married, though, just so you know. I saw you guys together. There is no way he’ll let you go.” Turning her back to me, she played with a few buttons on the machine. “Do you have any idea how to work this thing?”

“Not at all, but I would assume you have to plug it in first.”

She huffed and went for the kettle. “Tea it is then.” Her phone pinged with a new text and she abandoned the kettle to get to it.

“Who is it?” I asked when she made an annoyed sound.

“No one.” She dropped the phone back in her bag and came to my side. “The tea will have to wait though. I have to head out.”

“Is everything okay?” I straightened from the island and faced her.

She rubbed her eyes and bounced on her toes. “Look,” she started.

“Uh-oh.” That was not a good start to any conversation.

“No uh-oh. It’s just that I’m not sure if I should tell you this or not. I mean it shouldn’t affect you in any way…but maybe it will… Ah hell.”

“Cough it up, Lucy.”

“I saw Marcus and Char kissing,” she blurted out all at once.

“Marcus and our Charlotte?” I frowned. “No way. Are you sure it was them? I mean…how…when?”

“Since they were doing it in our living room…yeah, I’m pretty sure it was them.”

“Whoaa…” I took a step back and leaned against the edge of the bar stool, making the damn thing scratch the floor. “I did not see that coming. Do you know how it happened? I mean, our Char with my Marcus? Really?”

“Your Marcus?” Lucy asked gently.

“You’re right. Not mine, I guess. Could that be why she’s been shutting me out lately? Did she think I would get mad or something? She barely responds to my calls and texts. I assumed it was because of her workload, but now…”

“To be honest, I had no idea either. I think Marcus still has a thing for you. He always did, even after the break up. You should’ve seen him when Jason came to collect your drunk ass. I thought for sure he was going to clock Marcus with the way he was acting. Then again, from what I saw, it didn’t look like he was kissing Char for the first time either.”

“I don’t feel anything for Marcus. Not any more,” I said carefully. So why does this leave a bad taste in my mouth? “But, it wasn’t like Char didn’t see how sad I was after he dumped me. She was right there with us almost from the beginning. Was she lusting after him all this time?”

“I have no idea, babe. I want to hear more about that myself, so don’t worry, I’ll let you know what I learn. Char is not so chummy with me either ever since Lily moved in, but I’m good with Marcus. I’ll ask him and see what’s going on.”

“What do I do? Do I say anything to her if by some chance we talk? Not that she is dying to get in touch with me.” I met Lucy’s gaze and asked, “Am I overreacting? If they are in love, I’d be happy for them, but isn’t it weird that this happens just a few weeks after I move out? It just feels weird.”

“Don’t think about it, okay? You have other things to focus on right now. If Char chooses not to talk to you because of Marcus, screw it. I’ll talk to Marcus and we’ll know more about what’s going on.”

I nodded. “Sure, but you don’t have to. I mean, it’s not our business, is it?”

“I have to leave, but we’ll talk later, okay?”

I hugged her tightly. If there was one thing I didn’t like about Jason’s house, it was that Lucy wasn’t living it with me. “I miss you,” I murmured into her hair.

“Oh, babe, I miss you, too. Especially your comfy breasts.” She stood next to me and peered outside. “You guys could always adopt me, you know. I wouldn’t mind calling Jason Daddy at all.”

“Ah, please, get out.”

Holding her hands up, she backed away. “Just a suggestion. You guys are in a marriage now; you shouldn’t make a big decision like that without talking to your hunky husband.”

“Sure, I’ll do that.”

She gave me a miserable sigh. “As if you leaving is not bad enough, now I’m forced to sleep on the couch when Jameson stays over. No comfy breasts, no spooning…”

I stalked her toward the door with a big grin on my face. “Poor Lucy. I’m getting all the spoons. And I’m begging you, please, sleep in the same bed with the poor guy. At least give him that much.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re the worst friend on planet earth.”

“Thanks, I try.”

***

It was hours after Lucy had left and I’d stopped wandering around the house trying to decide if I should call Char to see what was going on or not. It wasn’t that I was jealous; I knew Marcus had dated other girls after me—he had even brought a few of them home. It had stung, but I hadn’t been jealous. Hell, I was fake married to my childhood crush, who was I to have an opinion on their lives?

But, being with my friend? Kissing her? Sleeping with her??

I wasn’t feeling very motivated to get back to the story I was working on, but I forced myself to sit down and get some words in since I had planned to write until Jason got home. When the scene turned from emotional to another hot sex scene, I thought it would be a good idea to get on tumblr and do some research, look at some erotic pictures and…you know, get motivated.

Since I knew Jason wouldn’t be home for at least another three hours, I connected my laptop to his ginormous TV via Bluetooth and started scrolling through some tasteful black and whites. After jumping from one tumblr site to another, I found a new site that had all kinds of audio recordings—masturbation, edging, threesomes, fisting (holy shit!), dirty talk, moans, and good ol’ mf having sex.

Curious and admittedly excited, I pressed play on one of the ‘dirty talk’ sound clips and immediately flinched when a deep voice echoed in Jason’s house: You like getting your pussy fucked up by this big cock, don’t you?

 I was scared out of my wits. I had no idea that Jason had in-wall speakers in the house. I lowered the volume, but it was still an…experience, to say the least.