Rushes of warm blood fill my ears. When I picture her standing in the doorway watching us, my hole pulsates, and Elijah’s hot cum fills my sore channel as white ropes shoot from my cock. I shake my way through my pleasure, my head light and fuzzy. Closing my eyes, I smile up at the ceiling and open them again to the room spinning.
White curtains and floral bedding come into focus. We really did this in a room I once shared with my wife—or sometimes did. Sitting up, Elijah holds me to him, our chests pressing together. His heart beats fast against mine and they both slow downtogether as we catch our breaths. My heart works and Elijah is who I now run to as a reminder.
My phone buzzes and I’m still in his hold. “We should get dressed and go.”
“Yeah.” He kisses my cheek, rubbing my back.
The high is leaving me and I still can’t get myself to feel the guilt I once did. Where is it when I need it to knock sense into me?
What we did is wrong, but it’s also freeing that I was able to do it, and Elijah let me when no one else felt I was ready for anything.
Climbing off the bed first, Elijah helps me to my feet and guides me into the bathroom. He uses one of my many homemade washcloths to clean me up before washing himself, then leaving me leaning against the sink, still unsteady on my feet, he snatches our clothes from the floor and dresses me. Once he has his clothes on too, he steers me to the bed and lowers me to the edge.
“Looks like we didn’t leave a single drop on the bed. If you want, we can throw the blanket in the washer to be on the safe side?” He straightens the pillows and brushes out all the wrinkles we made on the comforter.
“No. I’m not sure she’s even been sleeping in here. Stacey wasn’t great at making the bed between shifts and everything looks exactly how I left it.”
I look over to the closet, noticing the partially open door and all the missing work uniforms. “Looks like she’s been staying somewhere else.”
Rushing to my feet, I walk over to the closet and run a hand over the empty hangers. “Her pink suitcase is gone.”
“Where do you think she’s staying?”
I shrug. “Maybe her sister’s. Or wherever she’s been whenever she wasn’t at work like she said she was. It’s not important anymore. I only hope she’s okay.”
“I’m sure she’s fine.” He stands behind me, resting a hand on my hip, his face hard to read in the mirror’s reflection. “At least she will be. She just needs time and so do you.” His brows furrow and he frowns. “I’m sorry if I got carried away earlier. I shouldn’t have—”
Spinning around, I cup his cheek. “It’s okay. We’re both guilty of it.”
Nodding, he lays his hand over mine. “Jealousy is a new feeling for me. It didn’t happen with Landon but there was no reason for it to. There shouldn’t be any reason now either, but so much is different with you.”
“You saying I bring out the worst in you?” I arch a brow.
He laughs, shaking his head. “No. I’m saying I think Landon’s and my relationship was mostly built on rules and this perfect outline he mapped out for us. I was afraid to walk outside it, but I’m always moving outside of the safe zones with you . . . and it’s freeing. I never know what will happen with us next and I’m okay with that. I like making plans and then changing them together.”
“Then let’s break them again and make a trip to the bakery on a day other than Thursday.”
We don’t reach my mom’s house until hours after the sky grows dark, arriving in her driveway with a bag full of more pastries than either of us could eat in one day.
“You’ve got a little bit of strawberry jelly on your face.” His warm breath ghosts over my lips.
“Where?” I scrub a hand down my cheek, licking my lips.
“Not there. Here.” He runs the tip of his tongue over the corner of my mouth. “There, I think I got it.”
“You sure?” I brush my lips tenderly over his and he shoves his tongue into my mouth, licking his way deeper inside.
He slowly backs away, smiling. “I am now. Want me to walk you to the door?”
I glance out the window at the porch light turning on, then back at him. “Maybe next time.”
“So that means there’ll be another time I bring you home?”
“At least two more times.”
I kiss him once more before exiting the car, waving him off as I step up onto the sidewalk with my bag. My mom opens the door before I reach the stoop, looking at the car driving off behind me.
“Who was that? That didn’t look like Stacey’s car.”
