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“Yes, I’ll have ‘A Good Fuck’
thanks.”

Jen dropped her jaw in
surprise, then realised I had in fact asked for a drink.
Well technically a
drink, yes, but truthfully I want the non-liquid form.
Bryce squeezed my
hand again, this time a lot firmer. I guessed that was not the only thing that
got a lot firmer, so I moved ever so slightly, placing myself in front of him
and subtly pressed my arse into his groin. His dick twitched against me,
confirming what I had thought.

“What’s in ‘A Good Fuck’?” he
asked, still playing along.
Only two ingredients: you and me, Mr. Clark.

“Vodka, Sambuca, orange juice,
and crushed ice.” I turned and raised my eyebrow at him, he knew this was not
the ‘Good Fuck’ I was referring to.

“Very well, anyone else?”

“I haven’t had a good fuck
since the baby, so yeah count me in.” Lucy replied.

Bryce looked at her, his face
priceless, but also giving the impression he did not know whether to laugh or
cup his ears with his hands.

“Yeah, me too, it’s been a
long time in between good fucks for me, so I’m in.” Jen’s acceptance of Bryce’s
offer also had his face slightly twisted.

“I’m always up for ‘A Good Fuck’.”
Now with Carls on board, we were all set for a round of them.

***

Bryce and Lucy joined the
band for their last set on stage. I thoroughly enjoyed watching every minute of
him playing, and I also enjoyed watching the two of them interact on stage. They
really did share a special bond, and it was lovely to watch. After that, we
stayed and had a couple more drinks. Jen and Bryce had a long chat, while Lucy
and I made another harrowing trip to the toilet. Carly seemed to take a liking
to Lucas and flirted with him up until we dragged her out of the bar.

***

We were outside by the car,
and Bryce had his arms wrapped around me.

“Where are you staying?” I
asked.”

“I had hoped you and I would
fly back to the city tonight.” He responded as he dragged his nose up my neck.

“Had you just? Are you
allowed to drink and fly?”

“Um, actually no, so I think
I will need to sleep here with you.” I could tell he was kidding.

“Do you think that after
taking me on a date to a regional pub, and buying me ‘A Good Fuck’, I’d
actually then give you a good fuck? Sorry, Mr. Clark, I’m not that easy.” A
growl sounded from deep within his throat, the sexy as hell growl he would
always make right before he ravished me until I climaxed and screamed his name.

“Alexis, Hunny, you are
fucking killing me.”

I stood up on my tippy toes
and kissed him softly with the intention of calming his raging need for me.

“I know, Bryce, I’m sorry. I
have to go home tonight then wake up with my kids and take them home tomorrow,
but...” I placed my finger on his lips. “I might be able to convince the girls
to go dancing at say...Opals tomorrow night? So, if you are lucky, you might
just see me there. And if you do, you can buy me another drink, maybe this time
‘A Screaming Orgasm’.” I unwrapped his hands and blew him a kiss, then hopped
into Jen’s 4WD.

***

“Alexis Elizabeth Summers.” Was
all Jen could manage to say as we drove away from the Pub.

“Yes, Jennifer Ann Blaxlo-Scott”
I replied, wearing a smirk.
Yes they are freaking contagious!

“I can see why you have
fallen head over heels for Bryce Clark. He is such a...”

Carly butted in, “a fucking
clit-clenching, sexy beast?”

I cracked up laughing. “Well
yes Carls, but that’s not what I was going to say. What I was going to say was,
he is very charming and obviously adores you something chronic.” Jen explained.

I let out a long sigh and
smiled simultaneously. “Yes, he does.”

“So what did you talk about
while you were gone upstairs? You did talk, didn’t you?” Jen asked while
raising a questioning eyebrow.

“Yes, Jen, we did talk. I
didn’t fuck him on the roof, if that is what you are insinuating.”

“Why not Lex? I would have,
especially after that performance, Fuck.” Carly chimed in.

“Not helping, Carls. Yes, Jen.
we talked. I told him I have forgiven him and Rick, and that I am now single
and sorting my life out. I told him that if he wanted me, he would have to date
me like any other normal couple would do.”

Carls started laughing. “I
love it, you little whore.”

“Carls.”

“Sorry, I love it, you little
two-timing minx.”

 I giggled at her correction.
“I’m not two-timing, okay well maybe I might be, but it’s more to do with
starting fresh and seeing who I want to be with. There’s nothing wrong with
that, is there?”

“I think it’s obvious who you
want to be with, Lex.” Jen was right, it was obvious. I couldn’t resist Bryce.
I couldn’t resist the attraction we had, the chemistry, nor the insatiable urge
to taste one another. Then there’s Rick, I still loved him, I know I did. But
was it a mutual respect kind of love, or was it the passionate kind?
Shit,
maybe this whole dating thing is not such a good idea, it will probably confuse
me even more.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.
I don’t have to decide right away though, that’s the beauty of it, Jen. I have
all the time in the world.” She glanced at me then drove us back home.

***

We got up early Friday
morning, packed the car, said our goodbyes and headed home. Mum and Dad had
hugged me tightly like they did when I was younger, it was the kind of hug you
got when you needed reminding that you were still their little girl and could
turn to them for anything. I thanked them for looking after the kids and for
being wonderful and supportive, and for just being them, really.

Jen had driven home the
previous night after she had dropped Carly and I off. I had kissed and hugged
her through the driver’s side window, thanking her for being ‘Sister Of The
Year’ and my rock during times when I completely screwed things up. She had
kissed my cheek and told me to take my time when deciding who I loved the most,
but to be careful with Rick and Bryce’s hearts. I remembered what she had said
before winding her window up, ‘They obviously both love you, Alexis, and you would
not cope knowing you had destroyed one of them’. These words of advice played
on my mind all the way home.
No, I would not cope knowing I had destroyed
one of them, it would in turn destroy me
,
but how do I avoid doing that?
I can’t be with them both and I don’t want to, I’m not like that.

***

Rick greeted us after I
parked the car in the garage.

“Dad!” Charlotte unbuckled
her seatbelt with lightening speed and launched herself out of the car and into
her father’s arms.

“Hello, my princess. Did you
miss me?”

“Of course, Dad.”

Nate casually walked up to
Rick and gave him a quick hug. “Hi, Dad.”

“How’s it going, mate?”

“Yeah, all right.” He dropped
his head and went inside. Rick looked at me with a lost expression.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He crashed his bike again. He’s
not hurt, but the bike is. Dad is going to have a look at it during the week.”
Rick shook his head, and turned to go inside, still carrying Charlotte on his
hip. “Don’t shake your head, he’s your son, he has no fear on that bike.” I
called out.

“You should talk, I think you
have crashed more vehicles than me.”

“I was supposed to back then,
it was called ‘Crash and Bash Racing’ remember?”

He opened the door and went
in. “I rest my case, Alexis.”

I called out after all three
of them. “So I guess I’ll bring in all the bags then?”

Rick came back out, minus
Charlotte, and leaned up against the car as I started to unload it. “Did you
get some time to think?”

Yes, but not enough time.
“Yes, I did.”

“And?”

“And what? Are you asking if
I played ‘eeny, meeny, miny, moe’ with the two of you?”

“No, Babe, have you made any
decisions since Tuesday?”

“Yes, Rick, I have. The first
one being, you cannot stay here. I want to be on my own.” I lifted the suitcase
up and went to drag it, but he intercepted and placed it on the ground gently.

“For how long?” He seemed to
take over the unloading of the car now, not looking at me as he did it.

“For as long as I need to
decide who I want to be with Rick. You might not like to hear this, but I am
torn between you both, and I am not ready to commit to either one of you, so
I’m becoming single again.” This statement caught his attention, because he
stopped grabbing bags and turned to look at me, his face displaying a little
anger.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Yes, I’m very serious. My wedding
rings are off and staying off, I’m now officially single. So, if you want to
ask me out on a date, go for it. If not, then I guess that is it. I’m not
promising you anything, and I’m not promising Bryce anything either. I will
continue to work and support myself, and if you don’t like it Rick, well, you
now have five million dollars. I’m sure you will figure something out.”

“So, you want us to both
fight it out for you?”

“No.”

“Well that’s what it sounds
like.”

“It can sound however you
think it sounds, all I’m saying is, I’m no longer tied down to you. You untied
me when you sold me, remember? If I want to go out with Bryce, I will, If you
want to ask me out and I accept, then I accept. I’m starting fresh Rick, with a
clean slate. I don’t know how else to do it. It’s either that, or we end this
now.”

He leaned back on the car.
“Lexi, I don’t want to end it now, but I don’t want to share you with Bryce,
either.”

“He doesn’t want to share me
with you as well, so it works both ways. I’m not trying to play both of you,
really I’m not. I’m just trying to assess who and what I want and I can’t do
that unless I’m free to do it.”

“What have you told the
kids?”

“Nothing yet, but you can
stay here tonight in the spare room. Then, stay wherever you like tomorrow
night and the night after that, and so on. Whether it is at your parent’s house,
or a nice, ritzy hotel room—part from City Precinct of course. Tomorrow night
though, I think perhaps you should take the kids to see your parents. They
haven’t seen them in months, I’m sure they would appreciate it.”

“And what are you going to
do?”

“I’m going to go out with the
girls.”

“So, it’s going to be like
that is it?”

“Yes, I told you. I’m
serious—you need to move out.”

He shook his head again.
“Fine, I’ll take the kids to my Mum and Dad’s house tomorrow night. You do
realise you are going to have to tell the kids something soon though, Nate is
not stupid.”

“No, I’m not going to tell
them anything, WE are going to talk to them together, and we can do it on
Sunday when you bring them home.” I grabbed a few of the bags and went inside.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO

After unpacking the kids suitcases and tackling ‘Mt. Washmore’,
I was completely drained. I had dinner to cook, let alone determine what we
were going to have, and I still had to ring Tash to find out if we were set for
a night of dancing. I was actually looking forward to a day to myself tomorrow,
and thought maybe I could just soak in the bath for most of it with my
favourite book.
Yes, you can....... But that is tomorrow, now is the time
for dinner, ugh.
I missed my smirky personal chef, especially right at that
moment.
What would he cook? Probably some delicious gourmet dish with
something encrusted or infused with something else.
Maybe I could
conjure up something gourmet?

I went to the fridge,
yep nothing in here,
except for
nearly expired milk, a half-eaten packet of Tim-Tams, the usual jars of condiments
and a banana that looked like something that belonged flushed down the toilet.
Well
there goes that idea, guess what I’m doing tomorrow? Food shopping, how
wonderful.
I kept searching through the kitchen in the hope there would be
at least one thing edible. Thankfully, I found a tray of lasagna in the
freezer. I had made it weeks ago, so we ate that and all watched a movie
together. The movie had been my idea, as a way to sit as a family without
actually having to communicate with Rick. It was stupid, really, because if I
was going to give him a fighting chance, I needed to communicate with him. I
was just struggling though, it was different now, something had just died
between us and I was not sure we could get that back.

***

Watching the movie had been slightly awkward for two reasons,
one because; 50 First Dates was the only movie on TV, and two; Charli and Nate
had both fallen asleep half way through the it, leaving Rick and I to watch it
on our own. Rick carried Charli into bed, and we both tucked her in after
moving the copious amounts of stuffed animals out of the way. Nate was next and
I could see Rick strain as he lifted him.