Chapter 41

When Mandy didn’t appear the next morning, at first, I shrugged. But even as I started to stretch, I glanced at my phone. She’d seemed pretty determined. So, I texted her.

You coming?

Right after I sent it, it buzzed in my palm.

Too sore.

Lazy slut.

Although I’d begun to laugh, when she sent me an emoji with its tongue sticking out, a growl slipped free under my breath. With my fingers tightening on the phone, I glanced at her darkened home.

Don’t make me come over there and get you!

You wouldn’t dare.

At that, the growl grew louder. Had she really taunted me? But I shook my head and a smile spread across my face. No, she’d said she wanted to be pushed. Well, the sex—or whatever it had become—that we shared was one aspect. But only one.

“Challenge accepted,” I muttered with a chuckle. “Life coach, here I come.”

And after stowing the phone, I marched towards the dark house. As I approached, the light in their bathroom snapped on. And although I couldn’t help but laugh once more, I didn’t slow.

Once I’d arrived, I pounded on the front door. At silence, I rapped on the hard wood again. Quick shuffling footfalls sounded from inside.

“Yeah, yeah.” It was Charles’ sleepy voice. “I’m coming!”

After opening the door, he wrapped a robe tighter and smiled. The grin was shaky, and his eyelids were drooping.

“Oh, hey there, Jim. Uh, Mandy’s coming.” He slumped against the doorframe with a yawn. “She’s just getting dressed.”

“Sorry to wake you, man.” Even as I flashed him a smile, his gaze flicked over my bare torso. Although my eyebrow arched at the quick glimmer in his sleepy eyes, I only chuckled. There were already enough mysteries in my world. “She’s the one who wanted to get fit.”

“It’s okay, Jim.” He rolled his thin lips and glanced towards their staircase before returning to me. “And, um, thanks. Uh, for taking care of her.”

“No prob.” Again, was I reading more into his tone? Did he suspect? But when another yawn slipped from him, I relaxed. “She’s mostly good. Except when being lazy.”

Right as he chuckled, the sound of rushing footfalls drew our attention. After thumping down the stairs, Mandy shot me a glare, but said nothing while jamming her feet into running shoes. And after sliding past me, she stomped along the sidewalk towards my driveway.

“Guess it’s gonna be a silent run.” I snorted before finding Charles’ lopsided grin.

“Yeah, looks that way.” He raked fingers through his disheveled hair and yawned again. “Hmm, sorry. Good luck.”

“Gonna need it,” I muttered, before turning to chase her.

Grumpy and tired, Mandy was quiet as she slipped from the tracksuit and stretched. And with teeth gritted and an awkward gait, she also ran in silence. But soon enough, she loosened and despite remaining slow, her pace was steady. As I was high-stepping backwards to loosen my own tight muscles, she glanced over at me.

“Slave driver.” She stuck out her tongue. With her blue eyes twinkling in the pre-dawn glow, she was cuter than the emoji.

“More like beautiful slut driver.” I chuckled.

And with a quiet giggle, she exhaled and pushed herself harder. By the time we’d returned to the driveway, although sweat glimmered across all that exposed skin, there was a tired grin on her face.

Once more, though, she was silent, following me into the pool. And unlike the day before, she only did a few laps before moving to the steamy hot tub. Should I have challenged her? “Yeah, perhaps,” was my first thought.

But her gaze kept flicking between me and her dark house. And after each glance at her home, her face was blank. The wheels were turning behind those glittering eyes.

Maybe I should’ve stopped my swim to ask her why. Except a hushed voice deep inside me again said “wait.” And with a sigh, I shot forward to finish my swim routine. When she was ready, she’d tell me.

As soon as I left the pool, she stood in the tub. And though we swapped lingering gazes, she toweled off and reached for the track suit.

“Got, um, something to do, Jim,” she murmured while dressing.

“Okay.”

No point in arguing. And as I dried, the lights flicked on in her house and Charles began moving around in their kitchen. After a quick grin and a heavy sigh, she retrieved the skimpy clothing and headed home.

There was nothing from her all day. And, with the aid of copious amounts of black coffee, I leaned deeper into the never-ending report backlog.

But the next morning, she appeared. Eyes bright and with a shaky smile, she walked towards me while gathering her dark hair in a ponytail.

No tracksuit.

Instead, she was wearing those ultra-shorts and slender sports bra. When she caught my appraising gaze, she lifted her perky chest, but said nothing. And after a low grunt, I turned and started to run. But questions dogged me. Why had she stopped hiding her outfit from Charles? What did that mean? For them. For me.

Once we’d returned, she was quiet while stripping beside me at the pool’s edge. At my glance, she must’ve noted my curiosity. But once more, she offered no answers. Instead, after slipping into the chilly water behind me, she started doing laps.

Again, after reaching her limit, she halted, but stayed in the pool. And unlike the previous day, as she hung from the side, her eyes remained on me. Nor did she have the same blank expression.

Just as I slowed, drifting to a halt beside her sleek, pale curves, I exhaled. If she wished to stay, I damn sure wanted to keep her. No fool, I knew we were playing a complex game. Our time would always be limited, but it had been lonely without her.

When I ran my hands over her sharp-tipped cones, she moaned and thrust her chest into my roaming palms.

“Mmm, m-master,” she murmured.

“Come on, sexy lady.” I chuckled before giving those pert mounds a gentle squeeze. “I’ll show you how to lift weights.”

At that, she groaned. And not from pleasure. But when I took her hand, she sighed and followed me from the water.

“Slut driver,” she mumbled as we halted on the rubber matting.

But I flashed her a grin when she reached for a pair of lighter dumbbells. Yep, she knew her way around a weight bench. And neither of us spoke as she worked her own routine and I completed mine.

After the lights flicked on in her house, Charles began moving inside. Since it was getting darker every morning, he couldn’t see beyond the windows. But, unconcerned about Mandy’s absence, he was texting on his phone and making breakfast.

A sudden hot breath pulsing across my thigh had me glancing downwards. My heartbeat thundered as her hands grasped my rod. And with that impish grin, she twisted those slender fingers along my fast-engorging flesh. After turning me so that she could watch her husband, she leaned forward, slipping my helmet between her soft lips.

“Oh, fuck, Mandy. Mmm, wow,” I mumbled while easing the weights back to a rack.

Under her gentle tongue, forceful sucking, and the ceaseless stroking of her small hands, I stiffened in a flash. And those blue eyes, still shadowed in the gloom, twinkled like stars.

But they weren’t on me. No, they were fixed on her husband, even as she took my engorged flesh deep into her throat. Although that raised more questions—something had definitely changed—I only grunted while clasping her silken, matted hair.

In good time, she’d explain. Some things I wouldn’t push with her. Especially while she was devouring ever more of me.

No sooner had her husband sat at the kitchen table to eat than she raced her mouth along my rod. As great trails of thick drool spattered around my feet, she moaned and swirled her speeding head.

In seconds, I was groaning, and my legs began to tremble. Only then did her eyes flick up to me. And they were ablaze.

“Such a naughty little slut,” I murmured while stroking her hair.

That set her off. With a muffled groan, she lifted her shoulders and shoved forward, burying her face into my crotch. And as her head twisted, her hands found my spinning balls.

Yeah, I was done.

But she wasn’t. Muscles across my entire body tightened when she withdrew her distended soft mouth until she could once more see her husband. Right as the first pulse of relief raced from me, her shimmering eyes flicked to me.

“What?” is all I managed when she tugged my bucking cockhead from her lips.

No longer on me, her gaze was fixed on Charles as ribbon after thick spinning ribbon of pearlescent seed flew from my cock. With one of her little hands holding my pulsating shaft, she whimpered as loud wet splats coated her upturned face and swaying cones.

Just as I was about to speak, she dragged her twisting fist upwards. And gaze locked on him, she drew a final chunky dollop onto her waiting tongue. Still not done, she swirled my drooling purple dome across her upturned face, leaving fat, glossy trails over her skin.

Yeah, after that, no words would come.

At last, face and chest shiny with cum, she eased my head into her warm lips and sucked. Hard. As the universe shuddered, I moaned and clenched her skull. Only then did her eyes find me. And after pulling me from her mouth, she placed her signature kiss on my tip.

All I could do was shake. Hell, the entire world was shaking even more. With her shiny lips moving as she once more stared at her husband, it took a few seconds to decipher her quiet words.

“ ... your nasty little slut, Jim. Yours.” As she scooped and slurped thick pearlescent strands into her mouth, those bright blue eyes burned with an intensity that I’d never seen.

When she rose to her feet, dropped into the water to clean herself and returned to squeeze into the skimpy running suit, I was silent. Because, while clasping the weight bench, I was torn.

The questions I had. Her answering silence. Because she’d seen my expression. With a glance at the back of her husband’s head, I sighed. Mysteries, I hated them. Yet, as she straightened her ponytail and checked her body for errant strings of my seed, I couldn’t help but grin.

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