“I don’t know. I’ll call in a few to check on him.”
I saw Jenna processing my words in her head. Her previous emotions were being pushed to the side, yielding for my world. Her arms encircled my waist and her cheek snuggled into my abdomen.
“I’m sorry.”
I curved my arms around her. Jenna wasn’t exactly a cry baby, at least it wasn’t what I perceived her to be when I first met her. However, I noticed since we started fucking, her emotions expanded and expectations grew. Concurrently, my returns on her need of me had remained the same. Sex didn’t change my expectations for our relationship. It was simply a means of mollifying a good friend’s needs. We’d discussed this a bit the day after Zoey, Sarah and Jordan left her place the night after Thanksgiving. I was still pissed about the “future” she’d hinted at as though it was a shared goal.
“We made a big breakfast. It was supposed to be the Christmas meal we missed together,” she mumbled into my bubble vest.
“I’m sorry,” was, again, all I could offer. I was empty of sentiments. Zoey zapped all that shit out of me last night.
Jenna’s head popped up. “Are you hungry? I can warm you up something. Make you a fresh omelet.”
“Nah. I’m just tired as hell. It was a long night.” I didn’t want to say more. I hoped she’d assume it had to do with JR’s sudden illness, which it didn’t.
“Let’s go upstairs, get you in the bed for a nap. I know you have a long day tomorrow,” she murmured.
Jenna removed my vest, tossed it onto the sofa and led me up to her room. I followed in silence, head spinning, stressed the fuck out. All while she removed my clothes, my thoughts were on the despondency in Zoey’s eyes when she opened the gift box yesterday. There was a semblance of exhaustion in them. There was a hardness in them. As I watched Jenna strip out of her clothes with her eyes pinned to mine, I mulled over Zoey’s reason for making it clear that she no longer needed me as though she ever did. I didn’t understand that. Zoey had never been a burden to me. She’d never been needy. When Jenna urged me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, I tried to relax. When she placed her shaky lips on mine and threw her tongue in my mouth, I couldn’t help but recall the tremble in Zoey’s lips when she tried to maintain her cool while ripping into me.
Jenna opened the plastic packet and encased me. When she slid down on me, wincing while taking me in increments, I thought about how Zoey damn near lunged at me when she made it clear she didn’t need a car. She said she didn’t need for me to play the role of her brother. As I observed Jenna’s small perked breasts bouncing while she gyrated on top of me, moaning her pleasure, I thought about the sibling reference. When had Zoey ever resembled a sister to me? She was the most alluring woman I’d ever encountered. I thought about her piercing smile, her impressive capacity for love, her infectious laugh, and quick return on wit—something my son had inherited.