Ryan
I stood in the kitchen eating a muffin, staring over at Mira who had her back turned to me while buttering some toast. Miles was sitting at the breakfast counter reading the paper, a smug look on his face as usual. Mira and I hadn’t really talked at all, and when she had tried to come talk to me the night before, it had been snappy and argumentative between the two of us. I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to hear what she had to say, but with Miles there and everything that was going on in my head, it just came out as a snarky remark and an attack. Of course, that instantly caused her to give me the same thing in return. It was a no-win situation between the two of us.
Now it was Thursday morning and the transplant surgery was the next day. The muffin I was eating was actually part of the last meal I was allowed to have before I fasted for the procedure. I still hadn’t told Mira that I was going through with the surgery in the morning, and I wanted to do that, and do it before she left for the hospital that day. I was sure she had some sort of idea since the surgery hadn’t been canceled, but the last thing I wanted to do was add to the stress of the situation by leaving her to wonder and wait. It wouldn’t be fair of me and I felt bad I’d let it go this long. She didn’t deserve that.
I looked over at Miles and sighed, knowing that he was going to fight me on any alone time with Mira. It was like he was purposely not allowing me to be anywhere near her. He had this crazy idea that she had brainwashed me and that I was supposed to be single. Part of me wondered if that was just because he didn’t want to be alone. The two of them still couldn’t seem to get along at all. He could be a jerk, but Miles was an important person in my life, and I wondered how a relationship would even work if they couldn’t ever find common ground. I couldn’t imagine my life without him there for the holidays and celebrations, being my best friend, and all the rest of it.
On one hand, Mira had every right to be pissed at how Miles was treating her. He was an asshole and he wasn’t holding back with her for some reason. He didn’t give a shit that she was going through things with her mother and he made it his mission to make her feel bad every chance he got. I didn’t like it at all, but I didn’t want to get in the middle of it either. That would be a dangerous situation for me and for any relationship with Mira. But because of that choice it made it look like I was taking his side. I wasn’t. I just wasn’t taking any side, a coward’s move, I know, but it was the only thing that came to mind when I was faced with the decision.
“My mother is going through pre-op testing today,” Mira said, turning and loading her bag. “I’ll be gone most of the day helping her get through that stuff. If you need me, you can reach me on my cell. Apparently, Evelyn and the team will be over later to discuss the upcoming week, but they will brief me when I get back.”
“Trust me, I’m pretty sure no one needs you enough to call you back here,” Miles chuckled under his breath.
“You know what, fuckface?” Mira said, losing her temper. “Fuck you. You are in my house, so show a little fucking respect or get the hell out. I will have the company remove you if I have to.”
“Ooh, a feisty one today,” he chuckled.
She reared back and threw an apple at his head as hard as she could. It missed him by less than an inch and if I weren’t so angry at what was happening I would have laughed at the shocked look on his face. The apple hit the wall and broke into pieces. I watched as Mira turned and ran off down the hall and up the stairs to the bedroom she’d been staying in. I could hear the door slam from down here. I was so fucking tired of the fighting.
“She needs meds,” Miles laughed.
“No, you need to stop being a disrespectful piece of shit,” I said. “How dare you treat any human being like that, much less the woman I’m married to! Her mother is ill, and the stress is enough to make any person’s temper short. Like it or not, she is my wife and she is right, this is her house and you will show her respect, or you can get the fuck out, best friends or not. Your actions have been making me fucking sick.”
I stormed off down the hall before he could respond and went up to Mira’s room. I knocked on the door and stood there for a second before she slung the door open.
“How dare you let him speak to me that way!” She screamed. “How dare you just fucking leave and not say a word about us or my mother, or anything.”
“I needed time to think,” I yelled back. “Not everything is about you.”
“No, but this was about my mother’s life, you asshole, and you left me in the dark,” she growled. “And to think, for five seconds I thought that you and I had a future. I thought that you cared about me in some way.”
“You are so damn frustrating,” I screamed back. “You don’t stop for two seconds to think about the fact that I’m still here, which probably means I care about you. Otherwise I could be five hundred thousand dollars richer right now and on my way back to Indiana where the people are fucking normal!”
We both stopped for a second, breathing heavily and staring at each other, anger flowing through both of our bodies. Our eyes latched, and I rushed forward, grabbing her by the face and kissing her passionately. She responded instantly by wrapping her arms around my neck. I walked her backward into the room and kicking shut the door behind me. Immediately we both started to tear at each other’s clothes, my mouth pressed on her skin, licking her neck, listening to her angry gasps of pleasure. I kicked off my shoes and reached for her blouse, not feeling like dealing with the buttons. I grabbed it and ripped it open, pausing as she looked down and then shook her head, jumping into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist as she pulled off the remnants of her shirt and dropped her bra on the floor.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth and groaned as we moved to the bed, hitting the foot of it and falling onto the covers. I pulled my shirt over my head and undid my belt, watching as she slid her panties off, leaving her little jean skirt on, pushed up around her waist. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and hopped around until finally flinging them off. I pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs and watched as she sat up and wrapped her lips around it.
“Fucking suck that dick,” I roared, grabbing her by the back of the head and bouncing her back and forth on it.
She gasped for air and then picked up her head, grabbing me around the neck and pulling me down on top of her.
“One second,” she said as she leaned over to the nightstand. She opened the drawer and tossed a condom at me.
“I discovered these ones a few weeks ago. I guess they hoped that we would get it on everywhere.”
She shoved her hand between her legs and grabbed my sheathed cock, roughly pushing it into her. I put my hands on either side of her and slammed inside, listening to her scream out in pleasure. I fucked her harder and harder, the anger, lust and rage all winding into a tight ball in my stomach.
“Harder,” she screamed as I reached up and pulled her hair, tilting her head back.
I put my other hand on her waist and railed her, fucking her so hard the bed hit the wall over and over again. She reached up and held onto the metal bed frame, pulling her legs up to my sides. Our bodies slapped together, filling the room with a chorus of sweat, anger and fucking. I pulled my cock out of her and she sat up in the bed, digging her nails into my chest. It was fucking hot, raw, and I didn’t give a shit what the repercussions were. I wanted to come, and I wanted to feel her come all over my cock. Just thinking about it aroused me even more and I pulled her up off the bed.
I pushed her back to the wall and flipped her around, pulling her hips out and pushing her face forward. She put her palms flat against the wall and screamed out as I slapped her ass hard and rammed my cock deep inside her. I reached up and grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hips with the other and started thrusting, slow and hard.
“You fucking—” I slammed into her again. “Make me—” And again. “So — fucking mad.”
She smirked with her face pressed against the wall, her tits bouncing back and forth. I gritted my teeth and kept pumping, deeper and harder with every blow. She moaned and groaned, throwing her head back as she lowered her hand and rubbed her clit. As I thrusted again, she screamed out, her body going stiff for a moment and then shaking wildly as she reached her climax. I growled, pumping my hips faster and faster, feeling her juices exploding. Just as I was about to keep going, her pussy clamped down on me, pulsating with every wave of orgasm blowing through her. I growled, throwing my head back and pushing up into her, holding on to her shoulders.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, feeling the orgasmic clarity that raced through my body as my cock shook inside her.
We stood there like that for a few moments, my body still twitching into her. When the orgasm had subsided, I slowly pulled out, stepping back and sitting down on the edge of the bed. I breathed heavily, shaking my head, watching her stand up slowly and pull down her skirt. She walked over and grabbed her bra and put it on, pulling her hair up out of her eyes. She picked up her ruined top and looked at it, shaking her head.
“Sorry,” I said, awkwardly.
She nodded with a small grin and went to the dresser, pulling out another shirt and putting it on. She bent down and tossed me my shirt and pants, then leaned up on the dresser. I pulled on my clothes, wanting to say something, but not sure what needed to be said at that point. When I was dressed I walked over to her, awkwardly placing my hands on her shoulders and leaning in, kissing her on the forehead. Things hadn’t changed, and in fact they felt ten times more awkward than before.
I wasn’t sure where that had come from, but it had exploded out of both of us, and I wasn’t sure if it was the best thing that could have happened between us. I wanted us to go back to where we were before that meeting with Evelyn, happy, caring for each other, falling for each other, but I was afraid that too much damage had already been done. Maybe we would talk, or maybe we wouldn’t, I didn’t know. I turned and smiled at her kindly before walking out of the room, my shoes in my hand. There was a hard knot in my chest, and I wasn’t sure that would ever go away.