Amanda. I don’t want Joss to feel like she has to move out because of me.”
She shook her head. “No, that’s not necessary. She’s wanted to do this for a while now. I just haven’t let her.” She sighed. “I just don’t want her to feel like I don’t need her in my life anymore now that I have you and the baby.”
“I’m sure that’s not what she’s thinking. She knows we’re doing the right thing.”
Amanda squeezed my leg and stood up. “I’m glad you stayed. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
I forced a smile, even if her words felt like bullets piercing my chest.
14
I didn’t see Joss again for a few days. It didn’t seem possible to avoid someone for this long when you occupy the same one-thousand-something square foot area, but she was good at evasion. For all I saw of her, she might as well have moved out already.
I guess I, too, had gotten adept at avoidance. I simply stayed in the garage, working long after Amanda went to bed to steer clear of any form of intimacy. In the mornings, I took extra long showers to relieve the tension that accumulated overnight. It was the only time I allowed myself to think of Joss anymore, to remember the searing heat that had passed between us.
It was during one of those mornings, when I had one hand on the tile wall and one of my dick, fantasizing about Joss while water sluiced down my body, that I heard the shower door open. Amanda pressed her naked body to my back and reached around, taking hold of my shaft.
“Let me take care of that,” she whispered by my ear and stroked me from root to tip.
And I let her. I simply dropped my head and closed my eyes, imagining someone else’s hands around my cock. But the guilt and shame washed over me in waves, softening my resolve.
“What’s the matter?” Amanda whispered, trying her best to rub me back to life with no luck.
I turned and held her in my arms, pressing a kiss of apology to her hair. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“You’ve had a lot on your mind lately,” she says, rubbing her breasts against me.
Boy, wasn’t that the truth.
She looked up at me, longing in her eyes. “I miss you, Jake.”
Unable to return the sentiment, I simply pressed my lips to hers. And with a heart blanketed with many layers of guilt, I reached down between her legs and returned the favor.
A manda and I emerged from the bedroom half an hour later, loose-limbed and relaxed. She held my hand and led me down the hall, chatting about the busy day she had ahead.
“I’m late for work,” she said, grabbing her purse. She turned to me and pressed a kiss to my lips, smiling. “But maybe I should be late with you every morning.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement across the living room. I pulled away from Amanda and found Joss on the couch, snuggled under the blanket with a book in her hand.
“Hey!” Amanda said, walking over and kissing her on the top of her head. “I didn’t know you were already up.”
Joss’s smile was tight. “Yep. Been up for a while now.”
Amanda laughed nervously, her cheeks turning red. “Sorry. I hope we didn’t wake you up.”
Judging from the look on her face, Joss had heard her mom’s loud moans, but she shook her head and lied. “No. I was too engrossed in my book. I didn’t even notice you guys standing there.”
“Thank God,” Amanda said. “I’d need therapy if I ever heard my parents having sex.”
I cringed inwardly. Joss hid her face behind the book.
After Amanda left for work, I remained in the living room, staring at the woman on the couch. The awkwardness in the room was suffocating, but I stayed, needing to get some things off my chest.
“Joss…”
She threw aside the blanket and got up, ignoring me.
I followed close behind, watching her hips sway as she stalked off to hide in her room. “I’m talking to you,” I said, grabbing her elbow.
She jerked her arm away, keeping her back to me. “What?” she spit
She shook her head. “No, that’s not necessary. She’s wanted to do this for a while now. I just haven’t let her.” She sighed. “I just don’t want her to feel like I don’t need her in my life anymore now that I have you and the baby.”
“I’m sure that’s not what she’s thinking. She knows we’re doing the right thing.”
Amanda squeezed my leg and stood up. “I’m glad you stayed. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
I forced a smile, even if her words felt like bullets piercing my chest.
14
I didn’t see Joss again for a few days. It didn’t seem possible to avoid someone for this long when you occupy the same one-thousand-something square foot area, but she was good at evasion. For all I saw of her, she might as well have moved out already.
I guess I, too, had gotten adept at avoidance. I simply stayed in the garage, working long after Amanda went to bed to steer clear of any form of intimacy. In the mornings, I took extra long showers to relieve the tension that accumulated overnight. It was the only time I allowed myself to think of Joss anymore, to remember the searing heat that had passed between us.
It was during one of those mornings, when I had one hand on the tile wall and one of my dick, fantasizing about Joss while water sluiced down my body, that I heard the shower door open. Amanda pressed her naked body to my back and reached around, taking hold of my shaft.
“Let me take care of that,” she whispered by my ear and stroked me from root to tip.
And I let her. I simply dropped my head and closed my eyes, imagining someone else’s hands around my cock. But the guilt and shame washed over me in waves, softening my resolve.
“What’s the matter?” Amanda whispered, trying her best to rub me back to life with no luck.
I turned and held her in my arms, pressing a kiss of apology to her hair. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“You’ve had a lot on your mind lately,” she says, rubbing her breasts against me.
Boy, wasn’t that the truth.
She looked up at me, longing in her eyes. “I miss you, Jake.”
Unable to return the sentiment, I simply pressed my lips to hers. And with a heart blanketed with many layers of guilt, I reached down between her legs and returned the favor.
A manda and I emerged from the bedroom half an hour later, loose-limbed and relaxed. She held my hand and led me down the hall, chatting about the busy day she had ahead.
“I’m late for work,” she said, grabbing her purse. She turned to me and pressed a kiss to my lips, smiling. “But maybe I should be late with you every morning.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement across the living room. I pulled away from Amanda and found Joss on the couch, snuggled under the blanket with a book in her hand.
“Hey!” Amanda said, walking over and kissing her on the top of her head. “I didn’t know you were already up.”
Joss’s smile was tight. “Yep. Been up for a while now.”
Amanda laughed nervously, her cheeks turning red. “Sorry. I hope we didn’t wake you up.”
Judging from the look on her face, Joss had heard her mom’s loud moans, but she shook her head and lied. “No. I was too engrossed in my book. I didn’t even notice you guys standing there.”
“Thank God,” Amanda said. “I’d need therapy if I ever heard my parents having sex.”
I cringed inwardly. Joss hid her face behind the book.
After Amanda left for work, I remained in the living room, staring at the woman on the couch. The awkwardness in the room was suffocating, but I stayed, needing to get some things off my chest.
“Joss…”
She threw aside the blanket and got up, ignoring me.
I followed close behind, watching her hips sway as she stalked off to hide in her room. “I’m talking to you,” I said, grabbing her elbow.
She jerked her arm away, keeping her back to me. “What?” she spit
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