The left ismine.
Wasmine.
I always slept on the side closest to the door, whether we were at home or a hotel. Didn’t matter which side that happened to be.
I always wanted myself between the door and her. Not that there was much chance of something happening, but thatwas my thing.
To put myself between my girl and danger.
I won’t do any less for my boy.
Make no mistake about it—he’s becomingmine.
He scoots over. When I climb into bed I pull him into my arms and kiss him.
I’mdonetalking.
I needthistonight even more than I need sleep.
Not having human touch the way I was used to is killing me every bit as much as the loneliness and grief.
I rollhim onto his back as I kiss him, then start nibbling my way along the right side of his jaw, down his neck, to his right shoulder. There, I bite him, enjoying his hiss of pain and the feel of his fingers against my back as he holds on while I suck to make it dark.
I want her to see it there.
I want her to know I’ve been here and I’m stakingmyclaim on him.
If she didn’t want me touching hertoy, she never should have offered him to me to play with, and likehellam I going to give him up. She can keep sharing him with me.
She’s not the one nearly dead inside and trying to run the fucking state.
And how fucking mean to let him go two weeks without bothering to ask if he’s horny. What the fuck?
There’s being a sadist, and then there’s being an asshole. You always reward a submissive.That keeps them coming back for more.
Maybe that’s why Casey can never keep a boyfriend, until she suckered Declan into this role. Plus, I now wonder if she openly cheats on him. I don’t know how long they’ve been together, but I know Casey went out with someone to an event a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve heard scuttlebutt about her dating that guy.
I hate to think like that about her, but nowthat I’m staking a claim on Declan, I’ve already found myself shifting back into that old, familiar adversarial role with her that I haven’t played in a quarter damn century.
Let the boy orgasm, for fuck’s sake.
His cock softened a little when I made him move, but apparently, like my girl, he’s hard-wired or well-trained to associate pain with pleasure, because it stiffens between us while Imark him.
I bite my way down to his right nipple and flick it with my tongue. It’s peaked, and that earns me more moans and gasps.
Meanwhile, I shove aside old memories struggling for recognition.
I can’t entertain any of those thoughts tonight and survive this.
I already know I can’t keep doing what I’m doing, because I won’t survive that, either.
I…can’t.
I’m like a model rocket launchedin the desert, and I’m out of fuel, but my return parachute hasn’t opened yet and I’m nearly at terminal velocity.
This I know for certain.
Declan is my back-up parachute.
