Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 89

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Thursday, September 12th, 7:51 pm

Putting the finishing touches on my message to Henry, I kicked the door behind me to the master bedroom shut. With that done, I dropped my phone to the chair, reached for the hem of my shirt, and pulled it over my head in one fluid motion. I dropped it on the floor as I moved to the bed.

That sweet, blessed California king that looked so lovely and inviting. I was going to sleep so well tonight.

Honestly, I was a little surprised to see that no one else was here. Part of me suspected that I might find Helen and Bobbi on my bed, but neither my submissive nor her mistress was kneeling in position, waiting for me. It felt empty… and for the first time since the forest, I found myself without any kind of companionship.

It was quiet. Peaceful.

It also felt lonely.

The solitude was probably good for me, allowing me to get uninterrupted sleep, but I felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of spending the night alone.

I was having a hard time remembering the last time I’d spent the night alone.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention

“Holy shi—”

A body crashed into me, sending me stumbling toward the bed and toppling onto the mattress on my back.

“Wha—”

My words were cut off as Erin, straddling my waist, leaned down and smothered the rest of my words with her lips. Just as I started to recover and assumed we were about to start a make-out session, however, Erin broke the kiss and stared down at me. Her eyes were wide, and she was sporting her patented Cheshire grin.

“You fucked her, didn’t you!?”

I blinked up at her. “Phoebe?”

“No!” Erin said, then her brow furrowed. “Wait. Did you?”

“No!” I said indignantly.

“Well,” Erin said, grinning again. “I meant Chloe!”

“Oh,” I said, my heart skipping a beat. “No I didn’t!” I insisted a little too quickly. Chloe had told me not to tell anyone, and I hadn’t. If she found out that Erin knew as early as tonight, she would be out the door, and I would be dead.

Erin’s spine went rigid. “Oh my god, you did!”

Fuck. There was no lying to Erin.

“Jesus! Yeah! Fine! I did!”

“Oh my god!” she squealed.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Are you fucking kidding? I saw the two of you going at it like an old married couple in the living room!”

“You saw that?” I asked, the blood draining from my face.

“Yes! Then I went to your study to drop off some things, and I saw a note there. It just said ‘I’m sorry’, but it was Chloe’s handwriting.”

“She left a note?” I asked, unable to mask the hopeful tone.

Erin grinned and nodded.

My fear that I’d chased her off faded, only to be replaced a beat later by a new one.

“Erin, you can’t tell anyone. You can’t let anyone you know. Especially Chloe.”

“Yeah, I know,” Erin sighed, some of her enthusiasm fading. “It’s Chloe, so I assumed she’d want to keep it private. It’s the only reason I’m not beating you up for not telling me.”

Her brows dropped, and she leaned forward to give me a faux glare. “If you guys want to keep this a secret, though, you gotta learn to be more discreet. You may have gotten away with that shit in front of John, but do that around someone like Helen and they’ll know.”

“Noted,” I said. I cupped her face in one of my hands and took a moment to finally notice her appearance. She was wearing a lacy, one-piece teddy that looked like a cross between a swimsuit and lingerie. It was stark white and complemented her light bronze skin tone beautifully. She’d applied fresh makeup—her dark purple lipstick, a hint of blush, and dark eyeliner to make her already large eyes really stand out.

She’d been preparing for my return.

I placed my other hand on her leg and ran it up her thigh. The bottom of the lingerie ran so high up her hip that it left most of it bare, and I took advantage of it.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathed. “You’re stunning.”

Her smile grew appreciative as she rolled her hips, grinding her crotch against my already-hard cock.

“I can tell,” she said, her tone dropping into a low purr. “Thank you.”

She leaned forward, rubbing her hands along my chest as she stretched across my body. Her eyes slid shut as she nuzzled her face against the hand caressing her cheek.

“When are you going to fuck her next?” Erin asked, her face inches from mine. “Are you going to let me get a peek?”

I ran my other hand to the back of her small, firm ass and palmed it. “That’s not going to happen,” I said. “We put a stop to it on the plane.”

Erin’s face fell into a look of genuine surprise, reminding me that she wasn’t some omniscient demigoddess. “Why?”

I sighed. “She doesn’t want to mix business and pleasure. She thinks it’ll be too distracting.”

“Fuck,” Erin spat under her breath. “You didn’t fight her?”

“You know Chloe,” I said.

“Dammit!” Erin pouted, looking genuinely disappointed.

She was a strange girl. I’d never known a girl to work so hard to get a guy laid, but Erin saw it as some kind of personal mission. I had to hand it to her, she’d been up-front with me from the beginning—she’d been the best wing-woman a man could ask for.

And if I ever struck out, well… she was one hell of a consolation.

Except she wasn’t a consolation. Erin was the prize.

As I watched her facial expressions work through the tragedy that was mine and Chloe’s relationship, I wondered again why I hadn’t made a move to seriously date Erin.

Because she already told you she wasn’t interested in an actual relationship, and if you push that, you could wreck one of the best things in your life. You’ve already fucked up several relationships… don’t you dare lose Erin.

“You almost seem more disappointed than I was,” I said, pushing those thoughts aside.

“Well, at least you got to experience her,” she retorted. “Those arms… just once, I wanted to feel what it was like to be tossed around like a rag doll between the two of you.”

I kicked a leg into the air and launched Erin to my left. She squealed and clung to me as I rolled both of us over so that I lay on top of her. Then, I grabbed both of her arms and pinned them onto the mattress over her head.

She stared up at me, her breath suddenly much more rapid and shallow, and I saw a shadow of something pass over her face. For the briefest of moments, as I peered down at her, she looked less like sex incarnate and more like a small, vulnerable woman. Her big, dark eyes stared up at me, and there was something… unreadable in them.

And then it melted away into a flirtatious smile as I felt her legs slip around my waist, dragging my crotch into hers.

“Smooth move,” she said with a grin that made my member throb. The slow, agonizing insistence built as she pressed her groin harder into my length. “Is this how you took her?”

I met pressure with pressure and ground myself against her. “Really? I’ve got you pinned to the bed ready to fuck your brains out, and you want to talk about Chloe?”

“Fuck, Sir,” she breathed as she raised her head so her lips brushed mine. “Railing me while describing our girl in intimate detail? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

I pulled my hips away from hers and reached down to work my sweatpants over my hips, exposing my hard-on. Then I ran my fingers over her lingerie-covered pussy. There was a thin film of gauze and lace protecting it from my touch, but it felt especially flimsy thanks to being soaked all the way through.

Erin arched a single eyebrow at me and gave my bottom lip the softest whisper of a kiss, waiting for me to do something.

“I didn’t take her,” I said as I slid my fingers under the flimsy material. I felt her moist nether lips as my fingertips brushed past them. Their juices coated them, and the heat from her was so intense…

“She took me.” I hooked the material in two of my fingers.

“Yes,” Erin breathed, the hot hair rolling into my mouth. Her eyes slid shut, and I knew she was viewing the image my words painted.

“I woke up, and she was on top of me.” I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her, keeping it soft and teasing.

And tore at the fabric.

It came apart with very little effort, leaving Erin’s sex bare and exposed.

She grunted into my mouth.

She chased my lips on instinct, eyes slowly fluttering open—dark, molten, and asking for more.

“What does she look like?” she breathed. “Do the freckles just keep going?”

I brought my fingers to Erin’s lips and she sucked them into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at them, gathering her juices as she hummed in pleasure, enjoying her own taste.

“Yeah,” I said as I pressed the tip of my cock to the opening of her moist cunt. Her pussy lips parted easily as the mushroom head slid into her warm depths. “Her back is covered in them. Her chest, her breasts…”

I slowly extracted my fingers from her mouth, my fingertips catching on her bottom lip, pulling it low as we locked gazes. Her eyes threatened to burn me alive.