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  "What's taking so long? We’re just going someplace for the weekend!"

  "Just hold your horses!" I shouted back down, more heat coming to my voice than I'd intended. Whatever. He knew how long it took me to pack for these vacations. Even if it was just going away for a weekend.

  He could just deal.

  I looked down at all the clothes I'd stuffed into my bag. So many choices. And yet I still wasn't sure that everything was just right. We were going to an amusement park, which meant that I needed several cute outfits ready to go. All of them needed to turn heads. I always noticed the way Trevor noticed other guys looking at me, and I wanted to make sure to give him a hell of a show even if he’d never actually said anything about watching those guys watching me.

  I saw him looking. I had a pretty good idea what was going through his head. That was enough to make me want to put on one hell of a show.

  Of course it was also going to be hot there. That meant I might want to go back to the hotel for a change of clothes in the middle of the day if things got too hot and sweaty. At the very least I was going to want to change into something a little more comfortable at the end of the night if we went somewhere for dinner.

  And then there was the water park to consider. If we went over there then that meant a completely different set of clothes, not to mention my bikini.

  There was a whole different set of choices. Did I go for something completely scandalous, something that was guaranteed to pop off the first time I went down a slide? Something guaranteed to give a thrill to the guys who inevitably hung around at the bottom of slides like that looking for just what I was planning? Did I get to see the intense look on Trevor’s face when he realized I’d lost my top and other guys were staring at me?

  Or did I go with something a little more modest? Something that would stay firmly in place no matter what slide I rode down?

  Decisions, decisions. There were so many, and I just didn't have time to make them all.

  "Devin’s going to be here any minute!" Trevor shouted up.

  Fuck modesty. I decided to go for the scandalous bikini. After all, if Trevor got a little turned on watching other guys watching me then I might as well wear something that invited that sort of attention. Besides, it was going to be hot enough while we were in the park that I had a feeling we were going to spend more time in the water park. I could dress for comfort and seduction at the same time.

  Well, at least it would be comfortable provided I put on enough sunscreen. This thing left me wide open to sunburn as well as leaving my treasures wide open and on display for the world to see.

  "Hold your horses! I'm coming!" I shouted down.

  He’d be coming too if he saw this bikini. Best to save that for a surprise later, though.

  I reached down to pick up the bag. I frowned. I was trying to pick the damn thing up, but for some reason it was refusing to budge. Damn it. Had I really overstuffed this thing to the point that I couldn't even lift it?

  I gave it another pull with all of my might, which wasn't exactly that much. And the thing still refused to budge.

  "I think I'm going to need some help with this bag Trevor," I shouted over my shoulder.

  "Are you kidding? How much did you pack?"

  "Don't worry about how much I packed! Just worry about helping me get everything I packed down to the car," I said.

  Trevor appeared at the door a moment later, looking more annoyed than anything else. Then he stopped and got a goofy grin on his face. Almost immediately the irritation vanished as he gave me one hell of a once over. I did a little twirl that showed off everything. I had on a tank top up above and down below I was in a pair of shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. When I finished my twirl I made sure to thrust my ass out just a little, and I was rewarded with Trevor licking his lips.

  "Did you have a problem honey?" I asked in my best sweet and innocent voice.

  "I… Um…"

  I giggled and smiled. I loved watching the effect I had on him. It sent a major thrill running through me that was even better than the thrill I got watching other guys checking me out. That was part of the reason why I enjoyed dressing up to show off. Though it had never gone any farther than dressing up to show off, at least where guys other than my husband were concerned. Still, it was always a hell of a lot of fun seeing the looks I got from randoms on the street.

  "I thought you might say that," I said. "Now can you help me with my bag please?"

  His eyes narrowed and I almost wanted to curse. Damn it. The look on his face said that the spell being cast by my impossibly tight shorts and my equally tight tank top was broken. He shook his head and the irritation was back.

  He must be really irritated if it was enough for him to get distracted from the sexy by his annoyance.

  "That's right," he said. "I was annoyed about your bag. What did you pack in this thing? How did you get it so heavy that you can't lift it?"

  I bit my lip. A pout usually got his attention. Only this time he was just moving across the room and grumbling. He didn’t even glance over long enough to be distracted by the sexy.

  He gave the bag a lift and then let out a curse word that I'm not going to repeat here.

  "What the hell did you pack in here?"

  "I had to make sure I had enough changes if we went out after we were at the park. And let's not forget the water park…"

  His eyes glazed over again. Oh yeah. He was thinking about me in the water park. More specifically he was thinking about me in a bikini in the water park. No doubt he was thinking about other guys staring at me in my skimpy bikini in the water park, too. He thought I didn't notice when he got that faraway look, but I was a hell of a lot more perceptive than he thought sometimes.

  "Fine," he said. "I suppose that would be okay. I'm just going to have to try and squeeze this into the car. Remember that we have Devin and Teresa packing their stuff into the car too, and there's not exactly a bunch of extra space there."

  "I know," I said.

  Trevor made a point of exaggerating his difficulty as he tried to lift my bag. I frowned and flipped him the bird. He was just lifting a bit of luggage. It's not like he was trying to pull a sword out of a stone when he wasn't the rightful king or anything like that.

  "Seriously, is this just clothes?"

  "Well it might also include my hair dryer and a couple of other things I can't live without," I said.

  “A hair dryer? Don’t they have those in the hotel usually?”

  I sniffed. “They do, but they’re not as nice as mine.”

  “Not as nice as yours? They blow hot air!”

  “You wouldn’t understand.”

  Trevor rolled his eyes, but he went along with it. I'm sure he was still just a little distracted by the idea of me in a skimpy bikini which was just fine. Either way, he didn't complain too much as he threw the thing down on the floor and wheeled it over to the stairs. Just as he was moving it down I heard a knock at the front door.

  "Can you get that? I’m going to be a minute with this thing," he said.

  "Fine," I said as I squeezed past him on the stairs. I winced as everything in my bag rattled as he pulled it down the stairs one step at a time. Why couldn't he be a man and lift the thing? It's not like it was that heavy.

  I pulled the door open and Devin stood there smiling at me. I felt a momentary flash as he looked me up and down. Not for the first time I reflected on the fact that if Trevor hadn't made the first move that fateful night that I saw him across the student union then there was a good chance I might've ended up with Devin instead. He had the same easy smile and the same toned look that my husband had. Only Trevor had been the one to make the first move. And he was the one I fell in love with. He was the one I was going to be with for the rest of my life.

  Still, I couldn't deny that there was an electric heat that danced between me and Devin every time we saw one another. An electric heat that I never acted on, but I did enjoy showing off for him m
uch more than I did for any other guy. Any other guy but Trevor, that is.

  Plus I always saw how Trevor noticed, though he never really said anything. That was another added bonus.

  I suppose the fact that he never said anything when other boyfriends would get jealous and pissed off spoke volumes. That was one hell of a bit of tacit approval right there.

  "Ready for a weekend away?" Devin asked.

  "I hope you packed light," Trevor said, grunting just a little melodramatically from his perch halfway down the stairs. "Something tells me that between Teresa and Kirsten here we’re not going to have much extra room in the back of the car."

  A cloud passed across Devin's face. Immediately I wanted to go to him. To hug him and ask him what was wrong, though there was something about that look when Trevor mentioned Teresa that told me everything I needed to know.

  That and the fact that Teresa wasn’t right there behind him like she usually was. Amazing that it took me this long to realize that. It was obvious something was wrong.

  Really wrong.

  "Where's Teresa?" I asked.

  "Yeah, about that…" Devin said.

  The bag finally clattered to the tile floor on the lower level of our apartment. Trevor came up next to me. "Yeah, where's Teresa? I thought she was coming?"

  "I don't think Teresa's going to be coming to anything with us anytime soon," Devin said.

  Trevor frowned. "What happened?"

  Devin shrugged and the smile was back on his face. "Let's just say we had a little bit of a disagreement."

  I cocked an eyebrow. "What sort of disagreement?"

  It must’ve been one hell of an argument if it led to a breakup. Especially when things seemed to be going so well between them last weekend when we hung out with them. Only Devin was standing there alone, and there was that look. Obviously something major happened, and curiosity burned inside me.

  "Let's just say she thought it would be cool to sleep with other guys behind my back, and I disagreed."

  Trevor shook his head. "Damn man. That's rough."

  "Tell me about it," he said. "Listen, I just came by to let you know what happened and why we won't be joining you this weekend."

  I exchanged a quick glance with Trevor. It was one of those moments where we had a bit of telepathic communication. No words necessary. It was one of the many reasons why I’d agreed to marry the man. Sometimes it felt like he knew what I was thinking before I did.

  I turned back to Devin and smiled.

  "Nonsense. You should come with us and have a good time. Get your mind off of things," I said.

  Devin shook his head. "No, I don't want to get in the way of the two of you…"

  I reached out and put a hand on his arm. And as soon as my hand moved to his arm I felt a shock. I’d touched Devin before, but it was always quick and innocent. Sure this was supposedly innocent. I was just trying to offer some comfort, but at the same time there was something hot about it. There was something that went straight between my legs. I felt goose bumps rising all over my body and I gave an involuntary shiver.

  I glanced over to Trevor to see if there was any indication he'd seen that. From the way he was grinning and looking between the two of us that had probably been pretty fucking obvious. Damn. I tried not to be too obvious. I pretended to be oblivious and Trevor pretended to be sneaky. That was how the game was played.

  "Seriously Devin," I said. "I know that if you don't go with us you're just going to get drunk off your ass. I'd much rather you hang out with us. Better to get drunk with friends than to get drunk alone, right?"

  He looked between the two of us. He seemed to notice there was something odd going on between Trevor and me, but I hoped to God that what he noticed wasn't that there was a hell of a lot of unspoken stuff going on. My enjoyment of being watched. Trevor's enjoyment of watching me. It was all a little complicated, and it was all stuff that had never come out into the open. I had no intention of any of it coming out into the open now. Not in front of Devin, at least.

  "I'm sure," I said.

  Trevor shrugged. "It’s like she said. Better having fun with us than drowning your sorrows in some booze alone, right?"

  Devin smiled. "Well in that case I have my bag in the car ready to go. And I promise I packed light. We'll have plenty of room for her royal highness's matched luggage.”

  Trevor laughed. "I know, right? That's what I'm talking about."

  I sniffed as I looked between the two of them. "I don't know what you guys are going on about. I didn't bring that much!"

  “Are you serious?” Devin asked. “That thing looks ridiculous.”

  He walked over and gave it a tug. He was strong and toned, so he must’ve been exaggerating just a little when he had trouble actually lifting the bag. I sniffed in annoyance. These guys didn’t have to be complete assholes about this, after all.

  “Can we just get into the car and get going? I’m ready to hit the road and hit the park!”

  “I suppose we can get going,” Trevor said. “You want to help me lift this thing?”

  He looked at Devin who reached down and both of them lifted it. Both of them acted like they were having trouble lifting the damn thing as well. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

  “Just for that the two of you can take that out all on your own. Don’t expect any help from me.”

  “I wouldn’t expect any help,” Devin said. “If you tried to lift this thing it would probably snap a petite thing like you in half.”

  I paused at the door and turned to look at him. That had sounded almost flirtatious. Almost. I thought back on all the time I’d known Devin. It had been awhile, but he usually had a girlfriend all that time.

  We’d always flirted, but it felt like there was something new there. That little remark was a little more bold than usual. Particularly with Trevor standing right there watching the whole thing. Trevor looking between the two of us with a goofy secretive grin on his face as though he loved every moment of our interaction but didn’t want to let on that he liked it so much.

  This weekend was looking more and more fun with every passing moment. And I figured if the two of them were going to go along with this then the very least I could do was add to the fun.

  “I wouldn’t worry about that,” I said. “It would take a hell of a lot more than a suitcase to split me in two big boy.”

  I felt a rush as I said it. The meaning couldn’t be more obvious. And with that I turned and walked out to the car. I made sure to put some extra sway into my step.

  I knew from experience just how hypnotic my ass was in a tight pair of shorts, and I wanted to make sure they got the full show. I wanted Devin to stare at my ass. I wanted Trevor to stare at Devin staring at my ass. Both of them could eat their hearts out.

  Besides, I figured a show was the least they deserved since they were being nice enough to lift the luggage I’d packed a little too tightly.

  I stepped out to the car and climbed into the passenger seat as the guys moved out and loaded my bag into the trunk. I felt the car shifting under the weight. Okay, so maybe I had overpacked.

  Speaking of packing things a little too tight. I looked to the back seat were Devin would be sitting. Almost I thought about hopping back there, but at the last moment I decided not to. That would be taking things a little too far. That would be making things a little too fucking obvious, and that was the last thing I wanted.

  So instead I got my phone out and started tapping away. I had a lot of gossip to catch up on. If Devin and Teresa really had broken up then it would be making its way through our group of friends online. I had to get on top of that and make sure things were spun in his favor. That’s what friends were for, after all.

  Especially if she was the one who cheated on him.

  And so I ended up spending most of the ride out to the park blissfully unaware of the countryside going past outside the car. Blissfully unaware of the tingling between my legs every time I thought of Devin.

/>   No, I was too busy losing myself in an online world of “he said she said” defending his honor.

  3: Sneaky Peek

  “Oh no she fucking didn’t,” Kirsten said.

  “What did she say this time?” Trevor asked.

  “I’d be really interested in finding out too,” I said.

  “Just a minute. I need to respond to this now. I’m surprised the bitch hasn’t blocked me yet.”

  I stared out the window and tried not to think about everything that happened today. That argument really had been fucking messy. I couldn’t believe that she tried pinning the blame on our failed relationship on me.

  And at the same time I couldn’t stop thinking of Teresa in bed on top of another man. The sight of her moving up and down on his cock which was slick with her juices. Everything else we’d argued about had been pretty fucking bad, but ultimately it was the sight of her fucking another man that I couldn’t get out of my head.

  It was like I was watching a porno. Only instead of a porno I was watching something happening in real life. Instead of some actress who was hot but I had no idea who the fuck she was I was watching the woman I loved. The more I thought about it the more turned on I got.

  What the fuck did that say about me?

  It didn’t help that I was getting a steady stream of updates from Kirsten about the drama playing out online. Teresa had blocked me and I had no way of telling firsthand what the fuck she was saying about me now that our status officially showed that we were broken up, but Kirsten was more than happy to tell me all about it. It seemed like every couple of minutes she would gasp and read something else off to me. Something that was fucking bullshit.

  It was enough to make me pissed off all over again. That anger was the only thing that could stop me from thinking about how confusingly turned on I was thinking back on finding my girlfriend with another man.

  “I can’t believe some of the stuff she’s saying,” Kirsten said.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  I couldn’t take any more of this. If Kirsten wasn’t going to tell me what was going on here then I was going to lean forward and see what there was to see. After all, she didn’t have to read anything off to me if I was just looking at her screen at the same time she was.