Being Jane: A New Adult Erotic Romance: Fountain of Love by Arabella Quinn Page B

ignoring me for probably the next hour
or so. I desperately wanted to talk to Jane and now was the opportunity.
    I was practically
in a rage when I saw Nate kiss Jane. All I could think was to get him away from
her. When I finally got rid of Nate, things got hot between us right away. Blazing
hot, in fact, and it wasn’t just me. Jane seemed similarly affected. There was
something about Jane that just drove me wild. I had never felt that before with
anyone. It seemed out of my control and that left me as confused as I was horny.
    There was a moment
before Chad showed up when I saw the look on her face. That expression was
seared into my memory. I knew in that moment that I wanted Jane Brown. Not just
to fuck her for one night, but for something more. It was confusing, but I definitely
needed something more from her.
    That moment of
clarity turned to shit when Michelle interrupted. I couldn’t escape the look of
pain and betrayal on Jane’s face when she realized I had a girlfriend, but I
thought I could make her understand. I would drop Michelle in a heartbeat for
Jane. I was sure I could convince her of that.
    Michelle must have
known what was going on. She may not have seen Jane and I together, but she saw
us looking guilty. She knew that my dick was hard for another woman when she
pressed up against me. I was sure she was about to explode. I braced myself
waiting for the dramatics to unfold, hoping that she would just cut me free
right then and there.
    I’ll never understand
women. Michelle wasn’t that into me anymore, but instead of dumping me on my
ass, she staked her claim. It was the last thing I had expected. Jane ran off
horrified, straight back to Nate, and I didn’t blame her.
    Instead of chasing
after Jane, I continued drinking while Michelle attached herself to me. I don’t
know what I was thinking, but I took my confusion and anger out on Michelle.
    I fucked her that
night. I was pretty drunk. Michelle encouraged it and I was too emotionally
twisted to hold back. I hadn’t been laid in weeks and before I knew it, Michelle
was sucking me off. There was no resistance on my part. I told myself that there
was nothing wrong with having sex with your own girlfriend, even if I was
imagining that I was actually fucking Jane the whole time.
    I ignored the hurt
look I imagined on Jane’s face as I fucked Michelle. Why did I feel so wrong
doing it? It not cheating to fuck your own girlfriend.
    I wasn’t gentle.
There was no finesse involved. I flipped her over and plowed into her doggy
style. Then I pushed her head down into the pillow and rode her hard. I didn’t
want to see her face. I didn’t want to hear her reaction. It wasn’t exactly a
tender loving moment.
    The next morning,
I felt a moment of guilt, but then I pushed it away. I didn’t want to think
about it. I slid out of the bed without waking Michelle and escaped to the
shower.
    One thing was
clear in my head. I needed to break up with Michelle. It had nothing to do with
Jane really. She had just made me realize the truth. I wasn’t going to dump Michelle
the morning after I fucked the brains out of her though. I had a little bit of
class left.
    I headed
downstairs. Ace was scarfing down some scrambled eggs on the couch in front of
the TV. Chad was draped across an armchair. He looked like he had just woken
up. I was glad Nate wasn’t around. I wasn’t ready to run into him yet.
    Chad looked up.
“Dusty, you’re alive. Where did you disappear to last night?”
    I sat down on the
couch next to Ace. I didn’t really want to talk about myself. “What did I miss?”
    Chad laughed. “Ace
was chasing after that Molly chick. You know, the one that’s friends with
Jane.”
    Ace spoke with his
mouth full. “Yeah, did you know those two went to our high school?”
    I tried to keep my
expression neutral. “Yeah. Her name is Millie, by the way. You might have a
better chance with her if you get her name right.”
    Chad sat up and
spoke to Ace.