Friends With Extra Benefits (11 page)

"If only Ms. Grayson were facing a criminal
trial. Why, then she might serve some jail time, and I'd have my
shot at the gorgeous hero, Brian Nash."

Jillian growled, "Hey."

Brian blushed. "Well, I'm not really a
hero."

Darcy said,
"Good luck with your upcoming trial, Ms. Grayson.
My thoughts and prayers will be with you and that husband of
yours."
She winked at the camera and then
added,
"Just kidding about stealing your
man, but I'll say it again, make sure you treat him
right."

Narrowing her eyes at the screen, Jillian
grabbed the remote and turned off the television. She said, "Can
you believe the nerve of that woman?" She turned to Brian, who now
wore an arrogant smile.

"She's just joking around."

"Yeah, I'll bet," Jillian said
sarcastically.

"But it's not bad advice, you know."

"What?"

"Treating me right, because sometimes you ignore
me and, uh..."

Jillian grinned, tossed the remote to the
cushion and slipped to her knees in front of him. "What kind of
treatment, exactly, do you need?"

"Um, well—"

He shut his mouth when Jillian moved her hand to
his zipper and pulled it down slowly as she said, "Do you need this
kind of treatment?"

"That's, uh, great kind of treatment."

Brian leaned back and put his hands behind his
head as Jillian extracted his equipment and began working it with
both hands.

She said, "That woman really has me angry. I've
got a good mind to call in to the show some night and let her have
it."

Brian glanced back to Jillian, who now wore a
determined look as she angrily worked over his shaft. He grinned.
"Go with that emotion. You really are much more passionate when
you're angry."

"Yeah," Jillian replied as she began moving her
hand faster and faster over him.

Just to egg her on, Brian stammered, "She's
completely out of line... um... here you are..." He sighed, closed
his eyes caught up in the intense pleasure Jillian was delivering
then glanced back to her and continued, "... um, facing a major
trial and..."

Staring at him with her passion boiling over,
Jillian shook her head and sneered.

Brian teased, "... and this Darcy Gray woman is
threatening to, uh, steal me from you. It's not right at—"

He shut up when Jillian plunged her mouth over
him.

After just over six minutes of expertly
performed super passionate oral pleasure, Jillian rose to her feet,
wiped the corner of her mouth and stared down at Brian, wearing a
proud smile. "Send Darcy a video of that!"

Glancing up at her with his eyes glassy and
while struggling to catch his breath, all Brian could mutter was,
"Huh?"

"Never mind. Do you still feel neglected?"

"Uh-uh." He shook his head no. "Wow, where did
you learn that swirly thing there at the end?"

Jillian plopped down next to him on the sofa,
exhausted. "I read an article in some women's magazine."

He nodded quickly. "That was amazing." He slid
off the sofa and unbuttoned her shorts.

Giving him a look, she muttered, "Uh, what are
you doing?"

"Returning the favor."

She shook her head with a grimace.

"Really?" he asked.

She returned an apologetic nod. "Sorry, I just
don't feel like it."

"Since when don't you feel like having me lick
you? You usually beg for—"

She snapped, "I just don't feel like it,
okay?"

"Alright, sorry." He moved to sit next to her.
"I just thought it might help relax you. You've got to meet with
the lawyers tomorrow, and—"

"You know, sometimes I just want to please you.
You don’t always have to be shoving your tongue places."

"Geez, okay. Got it." He turned away,
frowning.

Regretting her harsh tone, she tried to repair
the damage. "It's not you... it's just… I don't know."

Turing back to her, he painted on a sympathetic
smile. "I understand."

"I think I'm going to go up to bed."

"It's only nine."

"I'm just tired."

He was unsure whether to offer to go up with her
or not. After studying her expression, he asked hesitantly, "You
want me to give you a back rub or anything?"

She gave him a half-hearted smile. "No, but
thanks."

"Okay, I'll be up later."

After he watched her walk out of the room, he
rubbed his hands over his face, slumped into the sofa, and began
mindlessly channel surfing as he thought of nothing other than
Jillian.

Over the next three weeks, Jillian became more
and more engrossed in her case. She spent hours at her lawyer's
office, going over strategy and her upcoming deposition testimony.
In between meetings, she was flying off to do book signings and
interviews with the media, and she was up to her neck in all sorts
of book promotion tasks. This left little time for writing or
spending time with Brian. The two definitely didn’t have time for
tennis together during this time, so Brian took to hitting against
the ball machine in order to work out some of his pent-up
frustration.

During the times that the newlyweds were
intimate, Jillian didn't feel at all like herself. She still wasn’t
in the mood for Brian's tongue between her thighs. She just didn't
feel right down there and worried something was medically wrong.
After two visits with her gynecologist, who ran a battery of tests,
she was given a clean bill of health.

Relieved nothing was physically wrong, she
arranged an intimate night, featuring wine and candles, with her
husband. Things went well until they slipped up to the bedroom,
where she begged Brian to go down on her. She lasted less than a
minute before pulling away and nearly bursting into laughter.

Apologizing profusely, she used the excuse that
she shouldn't have taken such a hot bath that day and promised to
make it up to him. Her solution was to shower him with a lot of her
own oral attention, but he found that it was a poor substitute for
the satisfaction he received in delivering to her what he thought
was the ultimate pleasure. He missed the connection that they used
to share and knew something wasn't quite right, although he found
it a little hard to complain with his gorgeous wife's lips wrapped
around his manhood.

Upon reflection, he concluded that since
Jillian’s deposition was scheduled for the next afternoon, her
nerves were simply getting the best of her. And that night, as he
struggled to sleep, thoughts of his own early-morning deposition
clouded his mind.

The next morning at 10:00 a.m., Brian sat in a
conference room with Jillian and her attorney, Stanley Parrish, on
one side of the table. On the other side, Josh Roth sat next to the
scowling Natalie Brookhart. At the head of the table was a young
and attractive stenographer with her pad ready.

After a few minutes of softball questions, Josh
asked, "Mr. Nash, at the start of the Fall semester in your
sophomore year, did you meet a woman named Ann Brown?"

Brian gave Josh a surprised look and stammered,
"Um, yes."

"Could you characterize your relationship with
Miss Brown?"

"We had actually met the previous year. We sat
together with friends in the dining hall and that kind of
thing."

"So, you were friends?"

"Yes."

"Uh-huh." Josh nodded. "Was there any night in
particular when your relationship with Miss Brown changed, became
more intimate, perhaps?"

Brian glanced around the table nervously, first
to Stanley, who was staring down at a note pad, and then to
Jillian, who returned a supportive smile. He turned back to Josh
and began, "We, um, were at a bar with a group of people and then
ended up talking a lot that night."

"And afterward?" Josh asked with his eyes
widened.

"Afterward... I walked her back to campus, and I
believe she went back to her dorm."

"You didn’t stop at your suite first?" Josh
fired back accusatorily.

Swallowing hard, Brian glanced at Natalie, who
was grinning evilly at him. He looked down to the table. "How do
you know about that?"

"Just answer the question, Mr. Nash."

"How is this even remotely related to the
trial?"

Stanley asked, "Mr. Roth, where are you going
with this?"

"We're just trying to explore a little of Mr.
Nash's dating life prior to his relationship with my client."

Stanley exhaled deeply. "Brian, please answer
the question."

"We did go back to my suite."

Josh smiled. "And you rushed her into your room.
Is that correct?"

"Well, yes."

"And what happened then?"

"Nothing, really. She left pretty quickly."

"Why'd she leave?"

"I'm not sure."

Josh gave him an impatient look. "Isn't it true,
Mr. Nash, that Miss Brown rushed out of your dorm room after you
quickly stripped off all your clothes and exposed yourself to
her?"

Jillian stared at Brian in mild shock as Natalie
covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Brian began, "Hey, look, we were both drunk.
Like, really drunk, and I don't remember everything that happened
at the bar, but we were getting along really well, and we must have
both been feeling like we wanted to, you know, so..." He glanced
toward Natalie's bright-eyed expression then shot back, "Look, it's
not like I was date raping her or anything. She just left. I didn't
touch her."

"While you were stripping all your clothes off,
was Miss Brown doing the same?"

Brian answered in a tired voice. "No."

"So, you exposed yourself to Miss Brown, and she
ran away, terrified."

"I wouldn't say she was terrified." Brian
scoffed.

"So, was she laughing, then?" Josh asked
calmly.

Brian glared at him. "No. I don't think she was
laughing either."

Brian looked at Stanley, who widened his eyes
and cleared his throat. "Mr. Roth, could you please move on?"

"Sure." Josh glanced down to his legal pad. "Mr.
Nash, at the end of your sophomore year, did you meet a woman named
Jessica Bell?"

Brian searched his memory for a moment then
replied, "I'm not sure."

"You met her at a bar..." Josh glanced down to
his legal pad. "Chubby's. And it was the night after the last final
exams. You accompanied Miss Bell back to her apartment, isn’t that
correct?"

Brian paused a moment to run his hands through
his hair. "Yes, I think I remember Jessica."

"What happened when you returned to Miss Bell's
apartment?"

"We, um, had sex."

"And you had never met Miss Bell before that
night, correct?"

Brian returned a sarcastic look. "Yes, it's what
you call a one-night stand."

"Thank you," Josh replied snidely. "The next
morning, Miss Bell claims that she was awakened to find you on top
of her and having sex with her again."

"That's not true."

"So you didn't have sex with her again in the
morning?"

"We did."

"While she was asleep?" Josh shot back.

"No, she wasn't asleep!"

"Do you often rape women in their sleep?" Josh
asked casually.

"I didn’t rape her. Jesus, where are you getting
this information?"

Josh stared down at his legal pad. "We
interviewed Miss Bell, and she said, quote, 'I woke up to find him
inside of me, like, pumping away, and I was hungover, and I could
barely feel him.'" He glanced up at Brian, grinning, and then
returned to the pad. "She went on to say, 'I probably would have
stopped him, but I just wanted to get it over with and get him out
of there.'"

Stanley frowned. "Is there a question in there
somewhere?"

Josh replied, "We're just trying to establish a
pattern of Mr. Nash forcing himself upon women and being
aggressive."

"I was never aggressive with any women." He
sighed. "Look, I was a shy guy. For some reason, usually at the
start and end of each school year I would somehow get lucky and,
you know, meet someone. And yes, we usually met at a bar, and yes,
I was usually drunk, but I never forced anyone to do anything."

"Alright, Mr. Nash," Josh said.

Brian looked at Josh in shock. "You're not
planning on bringing all this up during the trial, are you?"
Without waiting for a response, he looked to Stanley and asked, "He
can't ask me all this at the trial, can he?"

Josh interrupted, "We may very well explore
these issues at trial."

Stanley looked at Brian. "They'll be required to
submit a witness list prior to trial, so there won't be any
surprises." Then he turned to Josh. "Do you have anything else for
Mr. Nash?"

Josh glanced down to his pad, and Natalie leaned
in as Josh pointed to a line near the bottom. Natalie stretched up
to whisper in his ear. He nodded, and they shared a grin.

Brian stared at them. Concerned and craning his
neck to get a look at the pad, he whined, "Who else do you want to
ask me about? Come on."

Josh glanced up to him with a grin. "Uh, I think
that's all we have for now on your previous relationships."

"Good."

Opening a folder, Josh pulled out a photo and
slid it over to Brian. It was a full-color image of a naked man
hiding behind a tree. It was slightly grainy and shot from above,
but it was unmistakably Brian.

Brian's jaw dropped. He pushed the photo toward
Jillian, and her eyes widened as she took it in.

"Is that a picture of you?" Josh asked
matter-of-factly. "It looks just like you."

"Um, I, uh..." Brian stammered.

"Take your time, Mr. Nash. Here, I have another.
In this one you can see the street sign that's just a block away
from your house." Fighting back a grin, Josh added. "If it's not
you, it’s someone who looks an awful lot like you." He slid toward
Brian the second photo, which showed the street sign clearly.