Free Innocent Lies by JW Phillips Page A

sure Wayne will have no problem with you
being under, over, or sideways of his hard place tonight. But
please for me, cut the dry-humping at the dinner table.”
     
    She agreed and even pulled her
skirt down a couple of inches. My eyes locked on Ethan and Wayne as
I started walking back to the table. They were speaking quietly to
each other and Ethan appeared pissed.
     
    “I am going to warn you one more
time. She is not one of my girls. You can fuck Sarah ten ways to
Sunday tonight, but if she gets a inkling about anything I will
gladly kick your ass and permanently remove your
membership.”
     
    “What are you talking about?” I
asked and picked up my drink to take a sip.
     
    “What I want to do to you?” He
pulled me down into his lap, spilling my drink down the front of my
blouse. I was soaked. Ethan trailed a finger around the rather
large wet spot over my left breast. I loved seeing Ethan like that.
He was relaxed and carefree. He gave Wayne a smile, a slightly
mocking and knowing smile that one bachelor would give another.
“Ready to go?”
     
    I peeked down at my
soaked shirt. “Home.” I looked up at Sarah that had her tongue down
Wayne’s throat. “Sarah, I am heading out. I’m sure Wayne will see
you home.” Or to the nearest
bed.
     
    Ethan hurriedly rushed me out of
the bar, but before I climbed in the car he pushed me against the
hood “You are going to my house. I am going to kiss you until you
fall asleep and dream only of me.”

Wednesday, November 5,
2014
     
    Being in love, lust, whatever we
had going made the last month and a half fly by as though I was
living in a dream? Sarah and Deacon had stopped questioning me when
I disappeared for days on end. Ethan wouldn’t stay over at my
place. I was not sure if Deacon scared him a little or if Sarah’s
roaming hands did. Whenever Ethan didn’t have long days in court,
he would spend his time at the library with me. Demanding, I didn’t
let my GPA drop because of him. Every Wednesday night, we went to
his field and stargazed. We had spent many nights talking until the
wee hours of the morning. We could’ve talked forever, about
everything or nothing at all. It had to have been my favorite thing
about him. I had never smiled more in my life. The nightmares had
all but disappeared.
     
    I had also found in
amazement that none of his idiosyncrasies drove me bonkers. If
anything, they made me love him more. Did I just write love? What the heck. His habit of driving out of the way
to just about everything. The way he pretended to be reading when
in reality he was studying me. The way his cigarette dangled out of
the corner of his mouth when he laughed. The way he licked his
upper lip when he was getting ready to kiss. The way he respected
my boundaries. I had slept numerous nights with him and all he ever
did was hold me. Okay, maybe a little more than just hold me, but
he never pushed the limit. I wanted him to push the limits too. A
girl could’ve only been good for so long.
     
    I adored his small
confessions. How his first crush was his babysitter, Renee. She was
fifteen years older than him and he actually drilled a hole in the
wall to watch her dress. He knew one song on the piano, the theme
to Rugrats. He wouldn’t watch Titanic because Rose could have saved Jack.
     
    “I have to work
late tonight. I’ll meet you at the fundraiser.” Ethan hollered from
the shower.
     
    I hated to admit it, but I was
jealous of the water that got to pool down that body? And I
couldn’t wait for the day I got to join him. I hastily crammed my
journal in my backpack. Ethan had a big enough ego without reading
my thoughts. “You’re coming.” I yelled back, hearing the familiar
click of the shower door.
     
    Sarah’s sorority was hosting a
pool tournament at the bar to raise money for Four Loaves; a
charity that sent backpacks full of food home each weekend with
local, needy children. I was a sucker for kids and that particular
charity was a pet