i am actually the worst writer in the world WHO ENDS A BOOK TWICE AND CONTINUES IT
and lmao a foursome comes way later
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"i would love nothing more than to touch you right now."
i shoved michael off the couch, cheeks heating red as he went into a pit of laughter on the floor. he had been here for the past hour, the two of us deciding to take a break from our- partners. i settled on the word in my head, thinking it over and deciding if it was appropriate for the situation before shrugging. "what are you thinking about?"
michael wedged himself back onto the couch and cuddled into my side. i sighed, watching the ceiling fan roar above us. it looked like it was going to come off but then again i've been saying that since we had bought it and that was an extremely long time ago.
michael nudged my side again and i looked down at him. "life?"
"sure." i laughed a little. i thought it was a silly answer. "i wonder what my life would have been like if the elevator hadn't taken me up to the wrong floor, or if i left before saying hi."
"i wonder what my life would have been like if luke wasn't looking for a job, or if he was happy with his first one. maybe i would have seen him at the school, but it wouldn't be the same with the way it is now." michael nodded to himself and i licked over my lips. "we probably would have gotten together remember what we told ourselves? if we're thirty and not married we'll marry each other."
"i would just like to thank our lord and savor jesus christ for luke hemmings then." he put his hands together and i punched his side. "you're not exactly the best material either."
before michael could protest the front door opened and i peeked my head over the couch, slapping a hand over michael's mouth when seeing the sight in front of me.
"honey i'm home." ashton spoke in a seductive voice and i swallowed the lump in my throat. he was wearing a pair of black lace panties and a black bow tie to match. his hair was up in a bun and i could find michael pinching my side to keep himself from laughing. "ashton you should kn-"
"that i'm irresistible?" he leaned across the table, sticking his bum out as he looked at me. his eyes were dark as he slowly slid back up and walked over to me. he was moving his hips side to side, closing his eyes as he leaned over the couch and as soon as he opened them he screamed. michael's eyes went wide and he quickly covered them with his hands as he started laughing. "p-please say you're wearing shorts!"
"time for you to go!" i shot up but michael just ran into my room and shut the door. i heard the door lock and ashton groaned. "i'm not having sex in april's bedroom!"
i cringed at the thought of it. "did you walk down the hallway like that?"
"ran sort of." he blushed and i smirked, grabbing his bow tie and pulling him closer gently. "i think you look great like this."
"and i think you'll look great underneath me, you're not topping." he pressed a kiss to my cheek before moving his lips lower and lower. "where's april?"
"spending the day with luke."
"i want to see my baby girl." i pouted and ashton chuckled. "you've spent everyday with her for the past week."
"doesn't mean i miss her." i pushed ashton away lightly and he grabbed my wrists. "doesn't mean i don't miss fucking you. remember last time we did stuff in the house when she was still in it?"
i let out another groan, having been completely uncomfortable with the word daddy for a whole week after the incident. i scoffed, "i don't even like you like that." i turned around, laughing to myself as i tried to stride away but ashton grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back into him. his hand slipped down into my pants and i let out a low moan as he mocked, "i don't even like you like that."
