The Book Club
Chapter 7
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The Book Club
Author :KanyeInterruptedMe
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Chapter 7

7: In Which She Goes American Pie

“Janelle?” someone said from behind me.

After shoving a whole shelf of baby food into my trolley, the last thing I wanted to do was bump into someone I knew. Baby food was my guilty pleasure and it was always embarrassing when people I knew discovered that.

Reluctantly, I turned around, pasting a smile on my face.

“Luc?” I sputtered incredulously, nearly stepping back into the shelf and knocking down various brands of sanitary wear.

The silver-haired man flashed me a megawatt smile. “I thought it was you. How’ve you been?”

“I – I’ve been all right,” I croaked out, reddening. “You?”

“Perfect. Are you coming this week?”

I didn’t have to ask what he meant. Looking into his darkened eyes, I knew exactly what he meant. The double entendre was not lost on me.

Shaking my head quickly, I replied, “No.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, my brother would be very –”

“Daddy! Anna won’t gimme back my Barbie!” a little girl screeched, running down the aisle toward us and propelling herself at Luc. “Make her give it!”

“Daddy?” I said loudly.

He gave me an apologetic look before extricating the girl from around his legs. “Marie, what did I tell you about running in stores, huh?”

“Désolée, Papa.”

“Where’s Anna?”

“She ran off.”

“Tell her that Papa is calling her.”

“Okay.” She started away in a sprint.

“Don’t run,” Luc muttered. He turned his smouldering gaze back to me. “That was my daughter.”

“So I gathered,” I said dryly, glancing at his hand. “So where did you hide that last Friday?”

He looked down at the gold band around his wedding finger. “Janelle, half the people there are married. It isn’t a sin.”

“You could have at least told me,” I told him. I shook my head, pushing the memory of him inside me out of my head. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It was a mistake and it won’t happen again.”
“I’m truly sorry, if that’s what you want to hear.” He shrugged. “But my wife knows where I am most Friday nights.”
“She probably thinks you’re reading War and Peace with other like-minded people,” I snorted. “If only she knew.”

Luc surprised me by laughing. “War and Peace? I’ve never cared for the book.” He leaned in. “I’m more of an erotica guy. Words are so exciting, Janelle.”

“Go back to your wife, Luc. You disgust me.”

I pushed my trolley past him, glaring. He annoyed me by grinning back at me.

“See you soon, Janelle.”

“Sure,” I sneered over my shoulder. “In your dreams.”

“What the fúck?” someone grunted, after I ran my trolley into them.

“Oh shít, sorry,” I swiftly apologised, stepping back.

Just my fúcking luck, I thought dismally when I saw who it was.

Stephen looked even more amazing than the last time I’d seen him. In a simple checked flannel shirt and jeans, he looked like a mirage. I had the sudden urge to throw him down and fúck him in the toiletry section of Morgan’s. This, of course, was out of the question, since the last time he saw me, we argued over who had given who a disease.

“Janelle,” he said monotonously, glancing into my trolley. “Had a baby recently?”

Heat crept up my neck. “It’s mine.”

“Baby food?”

“I like it, OK?” I snapped defensively.

“OK, OK,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “How’s it going these days?” His tone was awkward. I didn’t like it.

“Good. You?”


“How’s Plaisir?”

He shrugged. “Business as usual. How’s work at the paper?”

“Fantastic, thank you.”

His hands were now in his pockets. “Great. Well, I guess I’ll…see you around?”

“Yeah. Yes. Of course.”

He moved to go past me then doubled up with laughter seconds later.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, offended.
Hysterical, he straightened up. “Sorry…it’s just that…the last time I saw you, I was mad at you for potentially giving me…an infection,” he gasped, wiping tears away from his eyes. “How stupid is that?”

“So…so you didn’t get it?” I asked hesitantly.

“Nope. My doc gave me the all clear, thank God.”

So why was I feeling awful for you? I thought, now angry for beating myself about it. I had spent sleepless nights praying to God that Stephen’s tests would be negative.

“Did you find out who gave it to you, though?”

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously, I’m curious.”

Oh, I just got it from my gay roommate.

“What matters is that I’m in the clear and I’m never screwing anyone without –” I paused, catching myself. “Why am I even talking about this?”

“It’s a mystery Sherlock would want to solve,” Stephen continued. “Who gave Janelle an STD? Elementary, my dear Stephen,” he said in his best Sherlock voice.

“You’re stupid and I’m leaving,” I said, smiling despite myself and starting to walk away.

“Hey! Janelle!” he called out after me.

I turned.

“Maybe we should celebrate your improved health.”

I took a deep breath, my insides clenching. “What do you have in mind?”


“I have to apologise for what I said the last time we saw each other.”

I shrugged, shielding my eyes from a passing car’s headlights. “It’s cool.”

“Nah, it’s not.” Stephen suddenly took my hand. “We have to cross the road here.”

It felt surprisingly good to hold his hand. It was soft, but not too soft. Like a softball glove, it swallowed mine up. I felt positively elfin.

“Where are we going?”

“Janelle, for one second, will you just trust me?”

I found myself rolling my eyes. “This isn’t a movie. Don’t get cheesy on me.”

He chuckled. “Would I be correct in assuming that you’ve missed me?”
I wriggled my hand out of his. “I hardly know you, Stephen. For all I know, you could be taking me to this unknown location to either hack me into fish-sized pieces, or to rape me.”

This time, he roared with laughter. “OK, firstly, I’m not a serial killer. I’ve had many opportunities – not to mention reasons – to kill you. And secondly, we both know I don’t need to take you by force.”

I felt a tug in my abdomen at the sound of those words. It was funny how being with two guys at once couldn’t compare to the sensation caused just by the sound of this man’s voice.

Nell, stop thinking these dangerous thoughts.

When I’d told Prince that I was going out tonight, his eyebrows had shot up into heaven. He didn’t ask where I was going, or who with, but I told him anyway.

“The guy from the book club? Does he want to go over a book with you?”

I still hadn’t informed Prince of the book club’s true focus. I wanted it to stay that way. Knowing Prince, he’d want to tag along and the awkwardness that still permeated our relationship would become even worse.

“Maybe,” I replied noncommittally, and dashed out the door.

Since I felt that knowing where I lived was a bit too personal, I suggested that Stephen and I meet at Plaisir.

“Is this a date?” I asked the question I’d wanted to ask since he’d asked if he could pick me up.

I couldn’t see his expression in the darkness.

“Does it feel like one?”

“Beer inside your car and a walk through a strange park doesn’t constitute as one, so I’d say no.” I bit my lip. “Besides, we can’t. Go on a date, I mean.”

“You’re not my type anyway.”

“Excuse me?” A pang of hurt jolted through me.

“I like my women non-slutty, thank you very much.”

I smacked his arm as he laughed. “Díck.”




I snorted. “I am not a cócktease.”

“Oh yes, you are.”

“Is pússytease a word?”

Stephen let out a loud bark of laughter. “I’m pretty sure it’s not – but are you calling me one?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“We’re here.”

I stopped in my tracks. “I didn’t know there was a lake here,” I said, gazing out at the moonlit expanse of water.

“Not that many people do, thanks to the huge fúcking building over there,” Stephen said, bending down.

All of a sudden, I was soaked in water.

“What the hell’s your problem?” I yelped as he backed away from me.

Squatting, I scooped up water in my palms – and was pushed right into it.

“Stephen, you díck,” I squealed, spitting out the lake water that had managed to get into my mouth.

“My bad,” he said laughingly, reaching out for my hand. “You OK?” He pulled me to my feet.

“I have to get you back,” I replied and he instantly backed away from me. “You know what this reminds me of?” I asked. “High school.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Skinny-dipping.” Feeling bold, I pulled my drenched wife beater over my head, goosebumps already prickling my skin. The lake definitely couldn’t be mistaken for a hot tub.

Stephen stared at me. “When you skinny-dipped in high school…did you ever get butt naked, or was it an underwear-only type of event?”

“Oh, butt naked. Only chickens wore underwear,” I informed him, shimmying out of my soaked jeans. “So, Mr. Ritter, you up for a swim?”

“I’ll watch.”

“Suit yourself,” I said, unhooking my bra. There was something exciting about being naked on a starry night in front of an incredibly sexy guy and knowing that I hadn't infected him with Chlamydia.

My panties were next to go, joining the rest of my clothing on the soft grass. Now completely naked, I spun around and dipped a foot into the water. After being unceremoniously shoved in, I was pretty much already used to the temperature.

When the water was at my waist, Stephen approached the edge.

“The reason why I haven’t been at the book club probably has something to do with you, Janelle,” he said casually, digging the toe of his Converse into the grass. “I guess I was a little jealous of the guy that gave you an infection because it meant that there was someone else. Stupid, isn’t it?”

I threw my head back and laughed. “He’s gay.”

“The guy…the guy I got it from. My roommate. He’s gay.”

“And you sleep with him?”

“Slept. Past tense.”

“Well, you’re extremely weird.”

“Go back to the part where you were jealous,” I said, splashing him with water.

He laughed. “Stop.”

“Or what?”

“You know what? Fuck it.” Stephen waded out to me, spattering me with the icy, cold water.

When he finally stopped the bombardment, I pulled him in for a kiss. It was all I’d wanted to do that night; feel his lips against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me closer, his hands underwater, firmly on my buttocks.

“I’ve missed this body,” he groaned into my mouth, pressing his hardness against me.

“I’ve missed yours too.” Threading my hands in his hair, I felt his fingers stray to my pússy. His touch was addictive and I’d missed my fix. “Yes, yes, yes…” I breathed, giving him full permission.

His fingers became magical; playing with my lips and rubbing my clít. Just the lightest touch made me purr like a kitten.

“Come on,” he growled into my ear. “We should get out. I need you.”

And he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder, beginning the slow wade back to the bank.

“In my pocket,” I murmured as he set me on the grass and ripped his T-shirt off. “I have one in my pocket.”

Digging into my jeans pockets, Stephen laughed, taking out the foil packet. “So you automatically assumed you’d get laid?”

“A girl can only hope.”

"Well, this girl's lucky then," he said huskily, kneeling down and kissing my nose. His lips migrated down my neck. "Lucky neck," he said, moving down to my chest. "Lucky breasts... Lucky tummy... And finally...lucky pússy."

I arched my back as his tongue flickered inside me.

"Oh, fúck, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

He stuck one finger inside me, increasing the ecstasy. Both his tongue and probing finger mercilessly sliced into me, massaging my inner walls. He nudged my swollen clít, tortured me. I couldn't help but come all over his face with a resonating scream.

Gingerly sitting up, I watched as he raised his head and unzipped his fly. It was unreal to be fúcking each other again in the real world when it was supposed to be strictly book club.

Stephen guided my hand to the weeping head of his cóck. "You see what you do to me, Janelle? Even after almost giving me an STD." Chuckling softly, I felt the swelling of his balls and wanted only to relieve him. His c0ck jumped at my touch.

"Not fúcking funny," I murmured, squeezing his díck.

He groaned in surprise, falling onto his back. “Fúck.”

“That's right. Fúck me, Stephen.” I stroked along his shaft, grazing it with my fingernails. The veins were pulsing beneath my fingertips, blood coursing to the angry red tip. “Mmm... Feel good?”

"Not one bit," he choked, grabbing the condom packet off the grass.

"Hurry, Stephen," I mewed, surprised by how much I wanted him.

A few seconds later, I got on top of him, impaled by his erection. Stephen’s hands were gripping my waist as I rode him, hard and fast. It was going to be a quick fúck. There was nothing else for it.

Uninhibited, our noises mingled together as one, a cacophony of erotic groans and moans. My hands palmed his damp chest and I leaned forward, picking up the pace and only aware of the man underneath me. All thoughts of our location and the time of night were lost.

Until, as I screamed his name and came apart all over him, a light was shone in our faces.

"This is private property," the man said calmly.

"Oh, fúck off," I yelled, on the brink of another orgasm. Almost there... Almost...

"Ma’am, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to –”

"Stephen!" I wailed, coming so hard I dug my nails in his chest and drew blood.

“You''re under arrest,” the officer said quietly.
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