Chapter 151

The answer, it turned out, was that Wanda could come three times on my fingers and that only stopped because I was interrupted. The second orgasm was a slow boil after she’d had the first quick one, and the third came shortly after - short enough that I wondered if I could get her to go multi-orgasmic if I kept working her.

It was, surprisingly, my fiancee who interrupted. “Wanda,” she said loudly as she entered the pilot’s cabin. “We’re thinking of playing euchre, you in?” Then she whispered quickly. “Heather is coming to make drinks.”

My hand was out of Wanda’s shorts fast, and she stumbled to the side as she tried to get her legs working. “S- Sure, yeah I’ll play,” she said. She shot me a steaming look, letting me know she wanted more even though she couldn’t get it right now, and then followed Cassidy out of the cabin.

Heather passed them and came in, pulling out the blender from the cupboard under the counter and starting to dig out the other ingredients for whatever drink she planned to make. I tried to just focus on driving the boat.

“I need to say something to you,” Heather said after a moment of quiet behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that she was leaning her hip against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest. Heather was wearing a thin tank top with spaghetti straps that did almost nothing to cover the black string bikini top that would have probably been considered lewd on a nude beach, it was so tiny. She also looked frustrated and was clenching her jaw with her glossy lips pressed together.

“Heather, if you want to talk, I’m willing to listen,” I said. “But if you want to wait for me to be able to look you in the eye and engage with you directly, I understand.”

“No, this is fine,” she said, and I felt like she meant it more as ‘This is better.’ “Look. I ... know I was pushing things too far. But you need to stop messing with my relationship. What happened a couple of nights ago, that’s never happening again. I’m never making that mistake again, and Cattie is never getting into bed with you ever again. If I had my way I’d give her an ultimatum that she would need to cut you two out of her life, but I know I fucked up so I can’t do that. So ... please. Stop messing with me. Stop touching her. If you have to be friends, do it from across a table or something.”

I took a breath, trying to absorb and parse through everything she’d just said. I stayed looking forward out of the front of the boat, deciding maybe it was better to have this conversation without looking at her.

“Heather, here’s the thing,” I said. “I thought we were friends, or at least friendly, before this. Last time we met and Cattie introduced you to us, I thought we got along fine. I don’t want to be in the middle of your relationship.” That was true, though in my heart it was because I didn’t want that relationship to be a thing at all. “But it turns out, based on the way you acted, and kept acting, and keep acting, we weren’t friends or friendly. But Cattie, and Cass and I? We are. So trust me when I say that I’ll do whatever is right between her and us. If she wants us to back off on physical touch, that’s totally fine with me, but she needs to be the one to say it and I really don’t think she will because I’m pretty sure it’s one of her love languages. So, I’m sorry that you’re going through this, but you need to know that the people who care about Cattie aren’t going to just get wrapped around your finger.”