In my head, I went back to that memory of Chloe where I’d left off. I thought about sliding into my wife, how hot and tight she always was. I remembered the sounds she would make, how each one of them made my cock throb with need as I inched closer and closer to breaking. I thought about how she lookedriding me, how her blonde hair would fall over my shoulder, how her mouth would fall open into an O-shape, how her breasts felt in the palms of my hands. That’s when I fell apart, coming so hard I saw stars.
And still, it did nothing for me.
The pain still resided deep inside my chest. In my soul.
I fucking hated life. I realized in that moment that this wasn’t a life. It was an existence.
And a really fucking shitty one at that.
ELEVEN
SASHA
Iwas in my room, reading over my school schedule and class introductions, when I heard noise coming from downstairs. I looked at the clock and saw it was past one A.M.
“Fuck,” Roman grunted before I heard his heavy footsteps.
I instantly relaxed, knowing that we weren’t getting robbed. But that relaxation was ripped away a moment later when I heard a loud crashing sound, followed by a big boom. He grunted and cursed.
Not knowing what was going on, I set my things down and pushed down the blankets as I got out of bed. I journeyed through the hall and down the stairs, where I found him lying on the floor. He had his shirt half on with only one arm out. The shirt was bunched up around his left shoulder and neck. The crashing sound I heard was Sophia’s toy box that he’d knocked over. Toys were scattered all around him.
His eyes met mine, and he sat up.
“Sorry if I woke you.” He rubbed at his bloodshot eyes.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Going to bed,” he slurred. “I tripped, knocked over the toy box, then stepped on a toy and fell on my ass.”
“Are you drunk?” I asked, squatting to start picking up the toys.
“Why’s it matter to you?” he asked, but it was hard to take him seriously when he was slurring and running his words together.
“Alright, come on. Let’s get you to bed, and then I’ll pick up the mess you’ve made,” I told him, grabbing his hand.
He jerked it away instantly and looked at me like I’d burned him.
“Stop being a child and let me help you before you wake up the actual child in the house.”
He looked pissed off about it, but he took my hand and helped as I pulled him to his feet.
“I can do it,” he said, trying to pull away from me as we headed for the stairs, but the sudden movement caused him to lose his balance, and he fell to the side. I was able to right him and guide him toward the steps.
“The last thing you need is to fall down the steps and break your neck. Just let me help get you to bed. I promise not to mention it tomorrow. It’ll be like it never happened,” I said, grabbing his arm and throwing it over my shoulders.
Roman was a hell of a lot bigger than me. He towered over me by at least a foot, not to mention his sheer size. I was tiny in comparison, and I could feel that difference as I struggled to help him up the stairs.
I held onto the arm with my left hand. My right arm wrapped around his lower back to steady him. I kept my hand flat in the center of his back, on top of his shirt, as I felt like touching his bare skin was too personal. He was heavy, and it took all of my strength to keep us upright and moving up the stairs.
When we reached the top, I said a silent thank-you to whatever guardian angel was helping me.
Then we started down the hallway, where we both swayed from right to left. Finally, we rounded the corner for the smaller set of stairs that led to his room, and he leaned into me too much, causing me to bounce off the corner. It jabbed into my shoulder and bicep, and I knew it would for sure be a bruise by morning. I hissed but pushed on, up the last few steps and into the bedroom. We rushed forward at a faster speed, finally having the end in sight. When we were close enough, and I felt like I was about to collapse, I practically threw him onto the bed.
He landed with a grunt, and I doubled over with my hands on my knees, panting and out of breath.
“You’re so heavy,” I panted.
He chuckled.
