“Eugene here tried to talk me out of marrying Kenneth,” she smiled. “Though, I guess, technically, I did listen. I didn’t marry him, after all.”
Eugene smiled and moved further into the room, stopping at the table closer to me than Verity, and it was then that I saw what was really going on.
Eugene had a thing for her, but since she’d been with his brother, he’d put what he felt on the backburner.
And sadly, I became irrationally jealous over the fact that they had something that Verity and I did not.
We had one night of great sex, but Verity and Kenneth had been together for over a year. Eugene had to have known her a whole lot better than I did.
And I didn’t like that.
Not one single freakin’ bit.
“You want to go to lunch with us?” I asked, moving closer to her.
She blinked, looked from Eugene to me, and then nodded.
“Sure.”
“Weren’t you supposed to meet the girl who shall not be named?” Eugene said his first complete sentence since he’d gotten there.
That’d actually been the reason Eugene had come over. He was my scapegoat. The man that I was going to tell Destiny that I was heading to lunch with.
And what better way to get the fuck away from her with the man already here?
“Yeah,” I picked up my phone that was on the table by the door. “But I can just leave her shit outside.”
“Isn’t it her birth certificate and social security card?” Eugene started to snort, but when he saw that I was serious, he sobered. “You have to wait. You can’t leave stuff like that out on the porch. Anyone could take it.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Always the Boy Scout,” I mumbled. “I gotta take a shower anyway. I’ll do that, and you can wait for the devil to come, and you can give her her shit.”
“Who’s the devil?” Verity asked as she got up off her chair.
I looked down at her, my gaze momentarily getting lost in her eyes.
“Uhh,” I said as I came to the back steps. “Destiny.”
Verity blinked.
“You still let her come over here?” she asked incredulously.
I shrugged. “The day I caught her cheating on me, I kicked her out. I’ve been slowly going through everything, and if she wants it, she comes to get it on Thursday before the trash goes out on Friday. Most of the time I leave it by the curb, and she has to beat off the people that go through it. She asked specifically for her passport, birth certificate, and social security card, though. And I’m not that much of an ass, even though ol’ Eugene here thinks otherwise.”
Eugene held up his hand, but stopped from following us inside.
“Got a call. Give me a few.” He held up his finger and put his phone to his ear.
Verity followed me inside, stopping short when I did.
“When he gets inside, will you tell him where these are?” I asked.
She nodded her head, and I touched the tip of my index finger to the tip of her nose.
Fuck, she looked good.
And those yoga capri pants were doing wonderful things to her ass.
The top wasn’t anything too fancy, just a black racerback tank that was tight around her bust and shoulders.
The bottom was clinging to her slightly rounded belly, and I found myself remembering what it was like to run my lips down the soft skin of her navel.
“Shower?”
I blinked, coming back to the present to find Verity staring at me with a knowing look in her eyes.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Be back.”
I stripped my shirt off next to the couch, and didn’t miss the swift inhalation from the woman behind me.
With a smile on my face, I headed to my bathroom, stripping as I went.
By the time I got to the shower, I was naked but for my boxer briefs, which I pushed off not seconds later.
Turning on the shower, I got in, thankful for the cold water.
I needed a new water heater. Had needed one for months now.
But I hadn’t gotten it yet, because showering in cold water kept me from masturbating to the sight of Verity coming every two hours.
I hadn’t taken a warm shower since that night in Vegas when I’d taken her there, hot water scalding my back as I did.
I heard someone knock, and I rinsed off the soap, hastily got out, and grabbed a towel off the rack as I did.
My bathroom was small, but it wasn’t nearly as small anymore now that I didn’t have to contend with all of Destiny’s bras, makeup, and hair products.
It was nice to be able to take a shower without having to remove everything from the shower beforehand.
In fact, I would almost claim that I…
“What are you doing here?” Destiny’s annoying voice came through my paper-thin walls. “This is my house, bitch!”
I wrapped the towel around my waist, and yanked the door open to the bathroom, not stopping until I was through the bedroom door, and stalking up behind Verity who was blocking the entrance with her body.
“I’m not sure what you mean. From my understanding, this is Truth’s house, correct?” Verity asked ever so sweetly.
Destiny’s eyes filled with rage.
Then her mouth turned up into a smirk.
“You just like having my sloppy seconds?” Destiny mouthed off.
Verity didn’t even stiffen.
“It seems like I got the better end of the stick with this one,” Verity said, pressing her back against my still-wet chest. “I’ve, of course, had them both. What I can’t understand, though, is why you would go to Kenneth when you have something like this.”
She ran her hand up the side of my chest possessively.
And whether it was just for show or not, it was enough to make my semi-hard on—the one that came on the instant I realized that Verity was close—to steel pipe hardness in a matter of milliseconds.
I ground my cock into her ass, forgetting momentarily that Eugene was somewhere in the house behind us, and the she witch was in front of us…frothing at the mouth because she felt like Verity slighted her somehow.
You know, by taking her boyfriend or something.
Bitch.
“Did you need anything else?”
Verity’s voice was breathy, like I was affecting her just as much as she was affecting me.
“Yes,” she snapped. “I came here to talk to Truth.”
“From what I understand, y’all have nothing to talk about. Just like I have nothing to talk to Kenneth about, correct?”
God, she sounded so prim and proper that I wanted to strip the pants from her lower half and fuck that proper right out of her.
But then Destiny had to go and open her mouth, reminding me that she was there when I didn’t want her to be.
I’d much rather have Verity on her back, or her legs high in the air, while I drilled my cock inside of her.
Destiny could listen outside, though. That might make her being here worth it.
A smile crossed over my face, and I sighed.
“What else were you needing, Destiny?” I asked, letting my hand trail up Verity’s thigh.
My hand went up to the high waistband of her pants, under her shirt, to come to a rest right where the silky smoothness of her belly met the smooth, moisture-wicking fabric.