The Absolutely True Story of Us Read Online Free Page B
Author: Melanie Marchande
eyes so dilated they look black. My heart races, and I feel like I'm balanced on a razor's edge.
Almost like I could...
I tap out a message to M.
I need to know if I have your permission.
M: Are you that close?
I think so.
M: You have my permission to come, so long as you don't use your hands. Or anything else. Just squeeze those gorgeous thighs together and rock into the feeling.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. Now that I know I'm allowed to, a rush of arousal leaves me weak-kneed and quivering. I close my eyes and follow his instructions, slowly rocking back and forth so that the stiff seam of the fabric rubs where I need it most.
My phone buzzes and I force my eyes open again.
M: You'll never come again without thinking of me.
When the pleasure explodes, low in my belly, I curse softly. I'm cursing at him even though he can't hear me.
I'm determined to prove him wrong, though a part of me fears he's not.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Wager
Jack is laughing at me, over the phone. "You're a national treasure, do you know that? Please never stop making terrible decisions for my entertainment."
I scowl. "I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if you'd just agreed to help me out."
"This again." He's still laughing. "I promise you, the mess would've been a thousand times worse with me involved. I'm also a walking disaster; the difference is that I know how to avoid the situations that are gonna make it worse. You're better off with Shithead. Just don't fall in love with him again."
"Right," I snort.
"Don't laugh," he warns. "Much smarter people than you have done much stupider things."
"Thanks," I groan. "Great pep talk."
"I'm just trying to nip this in the bud. You fell in love with him for a reason, and you're gonna start remembering those reasons the more time you spend with him. You're gonna start forgetting all the very good reasons why you ended it, and then you're going to put your mouth on his mouth..."
"None of that is going to happen," I promise him. "This isn't you and Christine all over again."
"Shhh!" he hisses. "Don't invoke her. For fuck's sake, woman."
"I am over him. Trust me," I tell him. "And more importantly than that, he's over me. He's the one who left, remember?"
"I'm just saying," Jack replies, mildly. "If you were over him, you would've moved on."
Of course, he defines moving on a little differently than I do. It's true I haven't really dated anyone since Dean left, but that doesn't mean I'm still in love with him.
"For your information," I blurt out before I can stop myself, "I have moved on."
"You mean the epic drought has ended, and you didn't see fit to tell your bestest friend about it?" he drawls. "I'm hurt."
"Occasionally, I like to keep things to myself," I tell him, forcing my tone to sound casual. I haven't breathed a word of this M situation to anyone, naturally, and it's making my pulse pound just thinking about it. "It's a very informal thing. I couldn't ask him to lie to my family for me. That's why I called Dean. Also, because you're no fun."
There's a few muffled clanking noises on Jack's end. He's probably trying to figure out a way to make ramen more interesting, as usual.
"You know why Dean agreed to do this, right?" he says, finally.
"Because he feels guilty."
"Wrong," Jack replies, right before a loud clanking sound almost deafens me. " Ow . It's because he still loves you, idiot."
I roll my eyes at no one. "Sure. That makes a lot of sense."
"Think about it," Jack says. "You're not going to ask your boy-toy to do it, because you know he won't. Because he's not in love with you. And I wouldn't do it, because I don't indulge in total fucking insanity for friends, no matter how much endless entertainment they provide. That's something you only do if you love somebody like you're in a damn Nicholas Sparks book. I'm not saying he's trying to win you back, but nobody thinks this kind of thing is a good idea unless there are some serious
Almost like I could...
I tap out a message to M.
I need to know if I have your permission.
M: Are you that close?
I think so.
M: You have my permission to come, so long as you don't use your hands. Or anything else. Just squeeze those gorgeous thighs together and rock into the feeling.
I sit down on the edge of the bed. Now that I know I'm allowed to, a rush of arousal leaves me weak-kneed and quivering. I close my eyes and follow his instructions, slowly rocking back and forth so that the stiff seam of the fabric rubs where I need it most.
My phone buzzes and I force my eyes open again.
M: You'll never come again without thinking of me.
When the pleasure explodes, low in my belly, I curse softly. I'm cursing at him even though he can't hear me.
I'm determined to prove him wrong, though a part of me fears he's not.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Wager
Jack is laughing at me, over the phone. "You're a national treasure, do you know that? Please never stop making terrible decisions for my entertainment."
I scowl. "I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if you'd just agreed to help me out."
"This again." He's still laughing. "I promise you, the mess would've been a thousand times worse with me involved. I'm also a walking disaster; the difference is that I know how to avoid the situations that are gonna make it worse. You're better off with Shithead. Just don't fall in love with him again."
"Right," I snort.
"Don't laugh," he warns. "Much smarter people than you have done much stupider things."
"Thanks," I groan. "Great pep talk."
"I'm just trying to nip this in the bud. You fell in love with him for a reason, and you're gonna start remembering those reasons the more time you spend with him. You're gonna start forgetting all the very good reasons why you ended it, and then you're going to put your mouth on his mouth..."
"None of that is going to happen," I promise him. "This isn't you and Christine all over again."
"Shhh!" he hisses. "Don't invoke her. For fuck's sake, woman."
"I am over him. Trust me," I tell him. "And more importantly than that, he's over me. He's the one who left, remember?"
"I'm just saying," Jack replies, mildly. "If you were over him, you would've moved on."
Of course, he defines moving on a little differently than I do. It's true I haven't really dated anyone since Dean left, but that doesn't mean I'm still in love with him.
"For your information," I blurt out before I can stop myself, "I have moved on."
"You mean the epic drought has ended, and you didn't see fit to tell your bestest friend about it?" he drawls. "I'm hurt."
"Occasionally, I like to keep things to myself," I tell him, forcing my tone to sound casual. I haven't breathed a word of this M situation to anyone, naturally, and it's making my pulse pound just thinking about it. "It's a very informal thing. I couldn't ask him to lie to my family for me. That's why I called Dean. Also, because you're no fun."
There's a few muffled clanking noises on Jack's end. He's probably trying to figure out a way to make ramen more interesting, as usual.
"You know why Dean agreed to do this, right?" he says, finally.
"Because he feels guilty."
"Wrong," Jack replies, right before a loud clanking sound almost deafens me. " Ow . It's because he still loves you, idiot."
I roll my eyes at no one. "Sure. That makes a lot of sense."
"Think about it," Jack says. "You're not going to ask your boy-toy to do it, because you know he won't. Because he's not in love with you. And I wouldn't do it, because I don't indulge in total fucking insanity for friends, no matter how much endless entertainment they provide. That's something you only do if you love somebody like you're in a damn Nicholas Sparks book. I'm not saying he's trying to win you back, but nobody thinks this kind of thing is a good idea unless there are some serious
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