Before I headed out, I took one last look at her curled up in a ball on the sofa. I would have made her go into the bedroom but it would be pointless. See, every time I come back from work, she’s somehow found her way to the sofa. She lies there and falls asleep waiting for me. When I knock, she opens the door and that’s when we go into the bedroom, together. I love my job most of the time but walking out on her tonight made me resent the hours this job calls me to work.

In the end, the night was a successful one. I found a guy who’s willing to testify against that pimp asshole, Savage. They had a falling out years ago and he’s ready and willing to help put Savage behind bars. In order to find him, I spent most of the night combing through the seediest bars and strip clubs in the city. And as I was leaving the last club, I found some jerk in an alley trying to beat the shit out of a prostitute he says stole from him. I chased him for fifteen blocks and wrestled him to the ground. I took him and made sure he was processed and by the time I made it back to Winter’s place it was three a.m. and I was fucking exhausted.

She opens the door for me. I want to point out that it would be easier if she gave me a key so I wouldn’t have to wake her. But she’s a fucking flight risk, so I wait for her to be ready to make that step. I gave her my keys after a few days of knowing her, and I swear the panic in her eyes reminded me of an animal that literally was about to get caught in headlights. So, I told her it’s just for convenience and swore that I wasn’t expecting one in return. She paused when I handed it to her. She paused for a really long fucking time. Seriously. But in the end, she took my key.

I enter her apartment, give her a quick kiss, and head for the shower to get the scent of low-life scum off of me. When I come out, I find Winter in the bedroom, pacing frantically as she pleads on the phone.

“Lily, honey, tell your mom to come to the phone,” she says.

“What’s going on?” I ask as I make my way to her.

“Bree, stop that! You’re scaring Lily! Bree!” She swears under her breath and starts getting dressed.

I cup her face between my hands and make her look me in the eye. “Babe, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“Lily called me while you were in the shower. My sister and her husband are arguing. They would never do that in front of Lily unless something was really wrong. Lily said Bree is crying. I have to go,” she says. Her hands are shaking and her voice is strained. She’s looking for car keys, the same ones that are in her hands. I quickly put on the clothes I left there the night before, take the keys from her, and guide her out of her apartment.

“You just came from work, you’re exhausted. You should stay,” she says as I start the car.

“Like hell. Put your seat belt on, baby, we’ll be there in a little while,” I reply as I place a reassuring hand on her thigh.

***

It takes us a little over an hour to make our way to Bree’s house. It’s a well-kept three-story home with a white fenced-in yard. We can hear the shouting from the street. I pull over and we get out of the car just in time to hear something smash and break the window near the entrance. Winter uses the spare key her sister gave her to let us in. We enter to find her brother-in-law taking shelter behind the dining table as his wife hurls random objects at his head. The little girl, who I’m assuming is Lily, stands at the top of the stairs crying her eyes out.

“You get the kid, I’ll get your sister,” I reply as I carefully make my way to the seething woman who now has a lamp high over her head, ready to throw.

“Bree, I need you to put that down,” I order.

“You selfish bastard! After everything I gave up for you! This is what you do? This is how you treat me?” Bree shouts as she hurls the lamp at her husband’s head.

“Bree, stop it! You’re scaring Lily!” Winter says as she holds the little girl.

“Don’t be scared, baby! Mommy is just killing a rat she found in the house! A lying, cheating, limp, dead inside rat!” Bree hollers as she hurls a chair high over her head and launches it at his head.

“Bree, I love you, she didn’t mean anything to me. Baby, you know it’s you I love!” Will pleads from behind the table.

“Screw you, Will!” she screams as her face turns beet red with anger.

“Get Lily to the neighbors and make sure they don’t call the cops. You don’t want her to see her mom arrested,” I instruct Winter. She scoops Lily in her arms and makes her way down the stairs and out the door. I stand in front of the hysterical woman and try to talk her down without having to restrain her.

“Bree, you’re right, your husband is a piece of shit but—”

“Hey! You don’t know me. I’ve done my best for our marriage. Sometimes a guy needs more…” Will says.

“Hey, Will, now is a good time to shut the fuck up!” I bark.

“You need more?! You want more, well here’s more!” She hurls a glass trophy just inches from his head.

“No, not my racquetball trophy! You know how much that means to me, Bree!”

“How many times did you sleep with this woman? How many?” she demands.

“Well, she does thing with her hips—”

“Will, I swear to God, if you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll beat you my damn self.” I rage as I try once again to get Bree’s attention. “Bree, he’s not worth it. He’s not worth any of this.” Unlike the other times I called out her name, Bree actually makes eye contact with me this time. She turns her attention away from Will.

Well, it’s a start.

“That’s it, Bree, don’t even look at him. You and I are just gonna talk okay?” I say, hoping to get her to put down her latest makeshift weapon—a crystal vase.

She slowly stars to lower the vase. But then Will talks again. “Sorry, baby, it just happened. It was wild and exciting. She just brought out another side of me. A wild side.” When the words leave Will’s mouth, she looks over at him with dead eyes. She’s no longer raging and wild. She’s now calm. Way too fucking calm.

Shit.

“Will, this whore that you’ve been cheating on me with, I’m assuming she gave you oral sex? Is that right?” she asks her husband.

“Just once or twice, honey, I swear,” he says. I know what’s coming but I hope to God that I am wrong. She inhales deeply and maintains her cool demeanor.

“Will, after she gave you a blow job, did you return the favor?” she asks. I close my eyes, hoping no guy in this position would be crazy enough to reply.

“A few times but again it meant nothing,” he says.

She smiles like a demented serial killer. And before I can stop her, she dives down on the floor, picks up a butcher knife, and charges at her husband with full force. I dive in front of her dumbass husband just as the blade is about to descend on him. I wrestle it out of her hand and restrain her. I hear sobbing, but it’s not coming from Bree, its coming from Will. This all started because Bree found a box of condoms in Will’s suitcase. She asked him about it and soon he was blurting out that he had been seeing some woman.

It takes another hour to get everything sorted out. Winter throws some of Will’s things in a suitcase and sends him packing to the nearest motel. I help smooth things over with the cops who eventually show up, and Bree, now back to her senses, holds her weeping child in her arms. The house looks like a wreck, and we offer to stay and help her clean up but Winter and Bree’s Mom is on her way.

“You guys can go, and thank you for...” Bree doesn’t finish her thought. She’s too drained. Winter hugs her tightly and vows to check on her later.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Winter asks.

“No, Mom’s on her way and we’ll be fine,” Bree says, putting on a brave front.

“I’m so sorry, Bree,” Winter adds as she looks into her sister’s sorrowful face.

“I know. Look, you better go before Mom gets here and asks your guy a million questions.”

“I will call you later,” Winter says again.

“Go, don’t worry about me. Big sisters are always okay,” Bree lies. She then turns her attention over to me. “Thank you, Wyatt. I can’t begin to imagine what you think of me,” she says, lowering her head.

“I think you’d be one hell of an MMA fighter,” I tease. She smiles despite herself and waves at us as we drive off. The drive is mostly silent, partly because we’re both tired but also because she’s lost somewhere inside her own head. I remember on one of our earlier dates, she said she thinks all unions eventually fail. I’m afraid what we just witnessed only confirms her fears…

***

When we get back to her place, I note her somber mood. I ask if she’s okay and she says “yes.” But it’s hard to miss her subdued tone.

“Maybe they can still work things out,” I add.

“Maybe. Thank you for coming with me.”

“Anytime, babe.”

I know she has a lot on her mind but I figure she needs time to process everything before I try and talk to her. She smiles sadly, gives me a quick kiss, and then goes into the bedroom. She pushes the door behind her but it doesn’t close all the way, so I have a perfect view of my girl. I’m too wired to sleep, so I take out some paperwork that I need to catch up on and place it on the table.

I start working but make the mistake of glancing over and watching her take off her sweater and boots. My heart starts pounding knowing that with every passing moment she’s stripping off yet another piece of clothing. I use laser focus to stay on task when she strips her jeans past her hips and down her creamy thighs. But when she pulls off her undershirt, leaving only her red silk bra and panties, she has my undivided attention.

She reaches behind her back to unhook her bra and I watch her wince slightly as the silk fabric brushes against her nipples. I don’t even remember walking into the damn bedroom, all I know is that I’m now standing behind her. I kiss the nape of her neck and whisper softly in her ear.

“Do they hurt?” I ask, signaling towards her nipples.

“Yeah, my period is two weeks away but they are already swollen and tender,” She says.

“They must be really sensitive right now…” I reply thickly.

“Yes, they respond to any little thing that touches them.”

I suppress a growl as my cock stiffens. I reach from behind and glide my thumbs down the slope of her breasts and on to their sharp peaks. She inhales slightly.

“So, if I do this…?” I ask as I capture her nipples between my thumb and index fingers. She whimpers from the slight pain but arches her back as if to ask for more.

“And what about…” I complete my thought by rapidly grazing her now taut pink buds with the palm of my hands. She purrs. I turn her around to face me. I look into her glassy eyes and drop my head so that her hard peaks are perfectly aligned with my mouth. I use the tip of my tongue to make tight circular patterns on her hardened mounds. She lets out a heavy sigh.

She knows with every lick, I am getting closer to my ultimate desire. I know she’s sensitive but I need to suckle on them; right now. “I need a taste, baby, just a little taste,” I plead. She whimpers with pleasure as I pop her right breast into my mouth and gently bite down.

She inhales sharply and gasps, “Oh…”

I alternate between kneading and suckling each tender mound; she groans, rakes her hands through my hair, and presses my face deeper into her chest. I slide my hands down her ribcage, around to her ass, and palm both cheeks. I then hoist her up and she wraps her legs around my hips. I walk her back towards the bed, never once disconnecting from her lips; our kissing reaches such a feverish pitch, we barely remember to take a breath.

I lay her down on the bed and yank my shirt off. Our lips were parted for only three seconds and that was three seconds too long. I want to touch as much of her as I can, for as long as I can. I want to fill up my body, my mind, and my soul with this woman; this woman only. I place my knees on either side of her and lower my mouth down to her seeking lips.

She bathes my bare chest with a series of open mouth kisses and skims her velvet tongue across my nipples, sending me into overdrive. The sensations caused by her lips, tongue, and teeth make me groan and swear under my breath. I lick, suck, and flick my way down her throat, breasts, and stomach. I glide my finger over the middle panel of her panties; it’s warm, silky, and soaked all the way through.

“Christ, baby, you’re so wet…” I growl as my cock expands, demanding to be released, to the point of being painful. I know that if I remove her panties completely I won’t be able to stop or even slow down. I’ll ram into her tender pussy like a freight train. She’s writhing as I slide my hand up and down the silk panel that separates me from her swollen lips. I slide the panel off to the side and insert my middle finger deep inside her.

“Wyatt...” she sighs. Hearing her call my name summons an animalistic growl from deep within me.

Her pussy is tighter, warmer, and silkier than it was last night. The first dip my finger makes inside her makes my dick stretch past the breaking point. By the time I add a second finger, my cock is so hard, I have to unzip my jeans or fucking die. When I insert a third finger, she cries out and lift her hips to meet my thrust.

“More…” she begs. I need to take her panties off. Now.

Wyatt, you do that shit and there’s no going back. Don’t take them off, dickhead!

It’s too late. I need her too much to stop. And she begged. My baby begged. Her pussy is soaking wet because she needs me and I sure as fuck need her. Her walls are so insanely tight they greedily trap my fingers; when I think about what they will do to my dick, I’m fucking lightheaded.

I yank my jeans off, more than ready to embed myself inside her and be one with her, in every way. But when I climb on top of her there’s a slight, almost imperceptible hesitation in her body.

Damn…

I have no plans on stopping, she feels too damn good, so instead of being inside her, I part her legs even further and I glide her wet panties down her legs. She gasps as I place my face between her thighs and slide her swollen folds apart with the tip of my tongue. I drink every single drop her body yields to me, until I’m intoxicated off her juices.

“Damn baby, you taste so fucking good.” I beg as I slurp and slide my way into paradise. She’s panting and shaking as my tongue ignites sparks in hidden spots she didn’t know she had.

When my tongue darts instead of slides, she lets out a sharp cry. I put my lips together and send out a low hum on the tip of her clit. It resonates through her entire body, causing her to arch her back high off the bed, convulse uncontrollably, and holler at the top of her lungs, “WYATTOHMYGOD!”

Her body slowly stops shaking but one quick lick from me brings a new wave of spasms. I rub her clit with my thumb so that every time she starts to gain control of her body, she’s off again, headed for yet another orgasm. Finally unable to take it, she moans in an exhausted whisper, “No more, babe, please. No more.” I gently kiss her overstimulated, exposed pussy and climb into bed behind her.

I wrap my arms around her and she sighs lazily as she nestles against me. She turns her head to face me; judging by her heavy eyelids, she’s about to drift off to sleep. “It’s never felt like this before…but what about you, why didn’t you get inside me? I was so ready,” she purrs as she closes her eyes.

No, you weren’t ready, baby, but it’s okay. You’re my girl and I’ll wait for you...