What If

That’s what we did. We went straight to my bedroom. Clothes slewed across the room, neither of us willing to wait a second longer for my dick to be inside of her. I needed the relief of a woman, and I needed the relief from my mind. Briar didn’t want me, but that didn’t mean another woman wouldn’t. Lacey was there at the right moment and time. I didn’t know why she needed this from me, I didn’t even bother to ask. It was clear we both were in this for something. It was only a few sloppy seconds later that I had her naked and in my arms. I bent her over; her arms rested on the edge of the bed, her head pushed into the comforter, her ass in the air. My hands went to her backside and guided my dick into her *. The sound of my balls slapping against her reverberated throughout the room. She moaned my name loud enough that the music in the living room was nothing but background sound to us. I pounded into her until her legs shook and her body sagged. I pushed into her a few more times before my balls drew tight and then released into her body.

Sometime later, I awoke to having my dick sucked off. I watched her light pink mouth which was smaller in size and lighter in color than Briar’s, as she took me until I hit the back of her throat. I came; she swallowed. Then we both passed out.

I walked back into the bedroom and found Lacey awake. She was rubbing at her eyes and pushing the hair out of her face.

“Hey,” she said and smiled shyly up at me. You’d think we would’ve been past shy after the way we were at it last night. “Good morning,” she added.

“Morning. How are you feeling?” I asked her because I knew I felt like shit.

“I’m not too bad. I didn’t drink that much.” She kicked the blankets off of her and walked over to me, completely bare of clothing. She had smaller breasts but a nice ass. Her tits still shook up and down as she patted across the floor over to me, and her hips sashayed. My dick started to swell.

She made it a point to look down at my hardening erection. She grinned up at me and once she was close, she took me into her hand, squeezing and moving her hand up and down.

“I bet I can make you feel better,” she offered, beginning to drop to her knees.

I didn’t let her get that far. I had this sexy girl from my past right in front of me and all I could think about was, “Did Briar sleep with Killian last night?” It pissed me off, but then I pictured her naked, kissing, her tongue marking its territory on my body instead of his. By that point, my erection was stiff and straight and ready for action. It may make me a bigger asshole than I ever imagined I was, but I picked Lacey up, her legs wrapped around me, and I carried her to the bed. I pushed her legs to her chest and thrust inside of her. In my head it was Briar.





Arrow didn’t call me the next day like he said he would. However, he did call me the day after that. By this point, I should’ve been used to how it felt to not be with Arrow, used to the feeling of knowing he was with someone else. I spent all those years watching him date my best friend. Still, I wasn’t prepared for the news he was about to tell me.

“Hey,” I answered the phone.

“Hey Briar, what are you up to?” Arrow asked.

“Not a lot. Laying in bed reading. I have to be at work in an hour.” I closed the paranormal romance and pushed it to the side, giving Arrow my full attention.

“Vampire, werewolves, or some other shit?” Arrow asked teasing me.

I giggled. “A little bit of everything.”

The line turned silent, and neither of us said a word. Part of me wanted an explanation for his lack of texts and phone calls and a different reason as to why he treated Killian and me so poorly the other night.

He said it was because he didn’t trust Killian, but I wanted it to be that he didn’t want me to be with anyone else but him. I knew that was a stupid thought to have because Arrow didn’t feel that way. He was trying to look out for me, and with the whiskey in his system, he started becoming the typical jerk. .

“What have you been doing?” I wondered.

“Well.” He got silent again. “I’ve been spending time with Lacey.”

“Lacey? As in the Lacey you lost it to forever ago? That Lacey?” I asked, my voice rising higher and higher with each word. My jaw hung open as I waited for his response.

“Yeah,” he answered. “She showed up at the party after you left,” he explained. I heard an intake of breath, and then he released it. “We slept together that night and ever since then we’ve just been spending time together.”

Tears pricked my eyes. A sharp intake of breath rattled in my chest, the air didn’t want to find my lungs. Because those lungs didn’t want to breathe, everything in my body wanted to shut off and stop working.

“You slept with her,” I whispered into the phone, barely audible.

He didn’t bother answering me because I already knew he did. I took small, calming breaths, begging my heart to slow down, my chest to stop heaving, and my eyes to stop streaming salty tears.

“Are you two… together then?” I asked.

“Sort of,” he answered. He sounded tired, exhausted actually. I found myself wondering if it was because she kept him up all night so they could screw each other nonstop. I shook myself trying to get rid of the horrible images. I didn’t even know what Lacey looked like, but I imagined her being flawless and ten times more beautiful than I’d ever be.

“Sort of? What does that even mean?” I said harshly.

“It means we’ll see where it goes,” he said in a steady tone.

“That’s why you didn’t call me yesterday? Because you were with Lacey?” Lacey’s name tasted bitter on my tongue; it gave me a mild, burning sensation in the back of my throat, that feeling I get right before I’m about to be sick.

“That, and I was hung over. Had a migraine from hell.”

“If you had such a bad headache, then you wouldn’t have spent the entire day with your new girlfriend,” I muttered quickly before I could stop the words.

“Is there a problem here, Briar? I’m pretty sure you had your new boyfriend with you the other night, right?” he said in a hateful manner.

“Yeah, I did have my new boyfriend with me, Arrow…” I began. “But, you don’t see me telling you every detail of what we’ve done together!”

A low rumble of a growl echoed from his side of the phone. “We’re done talking about this. I wanted to call you and tell you what hotel I’m staying at tomorrow night.”

“Hotel? What?” I was completely confused.

“All the new recruits have to stay at the same hotel tomorrow. We leave the next day, early in the morning. I want to see you before I leave,” he explained.

I was choked up, my throat tightening. When I opened my mouth to say something, a small sob broke loose instead.

“Briar?” Arrow questioned. “Briar, are you crying? God, please don’t do that.”

The hiccups that come when your breathing can’t keep up with your crying started to shake my body.

“I’m coming over,” Arrow said. I heard the clinking of his keys.

“No… No, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

“No you’re not.”

“Arrow, I’m fine. I’m just sad, okay? This just sucks.” I wiped at my eyes. First he told me he slept with another girl the other night. I hadn’t even let Killian kiss me yet. Then, he tells me that tomorrow is the last day I’ll have with him. I know he told me the date he would be leaving awhile back, but I’d pushed it to the back of my mind because I didn’t want to think about. It wasn’t something we talked about because it upset me.