A.J. Kinsey knew he was never meant to love until he meets the one woman he'll break all the Cheaters Club rules for...even if it leaves him broken.
written by @MarriedtoArod
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Something small and round nails me in the head, followed by snickers and giggles. I glance at the floor where a blueberry rolls to a stop next to my dress shoe.
"Seriously, bro? Did you just throw fruit at me?" I snap at Charlie.
Marissa sits on the kitchen counter next to the stove this morning, picking pieces of egg out of a pan. Her red hair is pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, and she's got on this gray shirt that hangs off her shoulder and covers her thighs so it looks like she's not wearing any pants. "Sex Machine" is printed on the front in curling black script. Where does she find these things—it couldn't be closer to the truth.
"We've been calling your name like ten times." Charlie rocks his chair back and forth on its hind legs at the other end of the table. An impressive spread of fruit, Greek yogurt, bagels and lox, and flaky pastries cover the table top.
"What ya thinking about, lover boy?" Marissa uncrosses and crosses her legs. The counter is at my eye level and she's definitely not wearing pants. I get a flash of something red and lace. I shake my head in disbelief. Should I be surprised?
"Only about how annoying you two are." The last thing I plan to admit is the fact I was thinking of Maddy and her lips. I admit when we first met up yesterday I was acting a little dickish, but she'd rejected me big time. And I'm seriously interested in her charity. I don't know what changed for her over the course of one night, but I have to see her again.
"I was planning your gruesome deaths and how I'd get away with it until you interrupted my thoughts," I add.
Marissa sticks her tongue out at me and hops off the counter. She leans over the back of my chair so she can wrap her arms around me from behind. "That is definitely not true. You'd want to have sex with me first."
I glimpse Charlie leaning far back in his chair. With Marissa bent over, the back of her nightshirt or t-shirt or whatever she's hardly wearing has ridden up over her ass giving Charlie a full show of her panties. He tips too far and the back of his chair smacks the floor along with him.
"Serves you right, perv." I laugh and Marissa giggles again.
"Perv? She's practically naked. How am I not supposed to look?" Charlie asks and crawls off the floor, rubbing his lower back.
"I don't blame you." I reach around Marissa and pull her into my lap which elicits screams and more giggles. "She looks alright."
Marissa gasps and smacks at me which I fend off in mock hurt. "Alright?! I'm fucking hot and you know it."
I catch Charlie watching us like he shouldn't be privy to this little flirt fest. He picks up his coffee and takes a sip. After the tickling and laughter concludes, Marissa straightens herself on my lap, grinding her ass into my crotch. By the devious grin on her face I know she's doing it on purpose. The little minx.
