Across the Ocean by Heather Sosbee

I think we’re even hitting the wall pretty loudly. I’m a little baffled for a moment, but try to let her do her thing. Dreams are weird sometimes.
    I ’m suddenly scared shitless and completely woken up to Brooke’s loud, obnoxious moans. I almost knock Brooke off of me when my body spasms awake. Wait, not Brooke. What the fuck ? Lára is the one fucking me, making these atrocious sounds. Why is she making these sounds? She sounds like a dying cat.
    The shock from the sudden wake up and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on is really throwing me for a loop. My cock starts to lose his steam. I don’t blame him . Lára is really not doing it for me with these terrible sounds and motions she’s making.
    She seems to notice the fact that I ’m losing my hard on and doubles her efforts instead of backing off, flailing around like a crazed lunatic. Wow, this is really disgusting . I just lay there with wide eyes and look up at her in total disbelief until the light bulb goes on in my brain. She’s putting on a show and I can only assume it’s for Brooke’s benefit.
    I use my hands to still her crazy movements before I push her over and off of me. I easily slide out of her and I pull the covers over myself as protection from further attempts.
    Wearing a frown of utter confusion, I raise a hand in bewilderment.
    “What the fuck is this, Lára? Are we playing games now?” My confusion is quickly turning into anger. It pisses me off that Lára would try to make things more uncomfortable for Brooke. It’s obviously been awkward enough for her.
    “What do you care, Ari? Do you still have feelings for her? You shouldn ’t care if she hears us making love.” I cringe a little at the combination of her saying “making love” in accompaniment with the sneer on her face.
    “Whatever that was, it definitely wasn ’t love making. I’m not interested in making a fool of ourselves in front of someone who is a good friend of mine.” I lie flat on my back and cover my eyes with my arm. I’m mortified. I bet Brooke heard all of Lára’s awful show. Also, feeling more protective of Brooke’s feelings, rather than trying to ease Lára’s insecurities is something that I notice.
    Brooke is probably thinking that I ’m a total douche bag. I wouldn’t blame her. She probably isn’t a huge fan of Lára either. I’ve never seen Lára behave like this and I wonder if she has done other things to make Brooke uncomfortable. Not to mention me. I feel uncomfortable. And dirty .
    “You ’re in love with her, aren’t you? You’re just going to up and leave me for her, huh?” Lára rolls her eyes at me, scoffing a bit. Who the fuck is this girl in front of me? Her British accent is even grating on my nerves right now.
    “She ’s going to leave soon, you know, but I’m still going to be here. She just needs a reminder that you’re taken.” Nodding to herself, she slides out of bed and slips a pair of panties on.
    I ’ve never been so grateful for her to put clothes on. At least now I know she won’t try to pull anything else like that for a little while.
    My brain keeps taking me back to one thought, and it ’s that Brooke would never play silly games like this. She’s too honest and sensitive to other people’s feelings. I never would have thought that Lára would be such a catty bitch. She’s always been so good to me.
    Jealousy can bring out the ugly in people. In a way, I guess I can’t blame her. She doesn’t know it, but Lára is completely right to feel jealous. Obviously . I just wish she wouldn’t stoop so low. Maybe if she were to just talk to me about it. I guess I should try to soothe the situation. That’s what a good boyfriend does. I hear the front door to the house open and close and figure that Brooke has headed outside.
    “Lára, you don ’t need to play games like this. You and I are already together. You don’t need to tell her to back off like this. It only brings question to your