“I’m wounded you think that makes it seem realistic that we fucked.” I stopped all movement, my gaze darting to him. Unable to stop myself, my spine straightened as the words flew out of my mouth.
“Oh, yeah, and what would make it realistic?”
Vincent stepped closer, close enough that I took a step back and bumped against the ladder of the bunk bed. His arms reached up to the rails above, caging me between his massive body and the bed. I fucked up, but I lived for every second of him so close.
“Besides the obvious of needing more than ten minutes…” His head dropped to look me in the eyes, and my knees wobbled.
“First thing would be your voice. My sweet and talkative Emily would be hoarse from my dick sliding between your tonsils before screaming as I make you come.”
We fucked up. I pushed a man on edge, and now the unsaid we tried to keep that way was said.
“Second would be your clothes. They wouldn’t be rumpled, they’d been torn. Nothing stands between your body and mine. Third, walking normally. I’m big everywhere, and if the red welts on your bubbly ass from being spanked don’t make you take cautious steps, then the soreness between your legs from being impaled over and over on my dick will.”
Seconds, I was seconds from gripping him by the collar and begging for him to show me, to make it realistic. But a knock on the door told me our time was up.
“V.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, E.” His words brushed against my lips, and I shoved my hands into my pockets for safety.
“Tomorrow.” What a loaded word. Time didn’t exist for the man standing before me, but here he was choosing specific moments to exist, and out of all of them, he chose now.
What the hell were we going to do?
Chapter Seventeen
Vincent
“Crowded today.” I glanced at the hundreds of people surrounding a temporary stage in the park. I met Emily at work again, and we decided to talk in the park. As much as I wanted to ignore the problem between us, saying her voice would be hoarse from my dick between her tonsils changed things. I don’t know what broke me to where the words came out.
“Yeah. Terratrex is talking about their campaign to fight climate change. It’s nice to see a company try to do something about the world’s problems. Maybe we should go somewhere else. It’s pretty loud,” she said, and I agreed it wasn’t an ideal space. On our way to the exit, I listened to the company’s speaker talk.
“This satellite will repel those harmful rays that enter the ozone layer, giving us more time to work on our problems with ozone depleting habits. Like fossil fuels! Which leads us to our next exciting project we will unveil to you all, right here, right now! The Trex Electric SUV!” We stepped out of the park as the crowd went wild. That company was responsible for killing off fifty thousand varieties of plants and wildlife in the rivers and Seahill bay a few years back with their forever fruiting trees meant to stop world hunger. Everything would always come at a price; they weren’t the humanitarian company they wanted people to believe them to be. Those trees would have gone to the countries who paid the most, not people who were poor and needed food. Either way, I knew how this story ended. Terratrex burnt down this park with the big unveiling of the satellite, people died, and the company was forced to shut down. It saved the world from many other environmental tragedies.
“We can go to my place? It’s not too far. My sister is off on a date, and I can whip us up something.”
“Sounds good.” Anywhere that didn’t have a big crowd worked for me. We walked to her apartment silently. As we climbed up the stairs thanks to the broken elevator, the need to take care of Emily ripped through me. Her building wasn’t the worst, but she deserved better.
“Awesome. Sorry about the mess, I haven’t been home much. Chastine and I have been staying away from each other, and it’s sort of working, but not in a healthy way.” I stepped into the small space that reminded me much of my childhood apartment. The first one with my mother.
It wasn’t messy, just lived in. Blankets weren’t folded but strewn about on the purple couch. Cups sat next to the half full sink, and there were clothes scattered about. Like both Emily and her sister took them off and tossed them wherever.
“Oops. Let me get that.” She scooted me to the side to snatch a pink bra off the ground, then hurried to toss it into a room down the hall.
“Ok. I can make enchiladas, chili, bake chicken breasts, umm.” She rushed back into the kitchen to peek into the fridge. Her buzzing around like a fast moving bee made me chuckle.
“How about I cook?” I suggested and was quickly waved off without a word. The battle for who could take care of each other continued.
“I’m feeling enchiladas. I can use the leftover chicken from last night and—” She started mumbling, so I didn’t catch the rest, but I’m sure it was about the food. “Sound ok?” She glanced over, her hands already full with the ingredients.
“Sounds great.” I sat at the small dining table, my stomach in knots over the talk we needed to have. The silence in the space nudged me to say something.
“E, yesterday—”
“Let me get these into the oven, and we’ll talk while they bake.” Sounded reasonable for a conversation I didn’t think either of us wanted to have. Ten minutes later, Emily plopped down in the seat across the table. I watched her and she watched me, both lips unwilling to open. I reached up to release my hair from the bun to redo it, anything to get the nerves out.
“Wait.” She jumped up as I pulled my hair back up, ready with the hair tie.
“Leave it down.” Slowly she stepped around the table, stood before me, and I froze. Her fingers reached out, then paused as her gaze found my curious one. “May I?” she whispered, and I dropped my hands.
