She had a morning ritual, all of which was planned down to the minute, and she’d already wasted fifteen.
Getting to shaking legs, Skylar placed her hand on the closest workbench to steady her wobbling knees when an ache so bad jolted through her pussy, her ass, and down her legs. Even her tits were heavy and sore.
“Oh shit,” she whispered, realising she was a weak mess from being fucked all night. She didn’t even think she could take a single step unsupported without one of her knees giving out. “How am I supposed to work like this?!”
She wouldn’t even make ittowork at this rate!
Chapter
Seven
Every time Skylar looked at Kaylee, her cheeks burned all the way to her ears. She was thankful that her foundation likely hid it, and any pinkness would be lost in her blush cream.
Even though it was entirely impossible for anyone to know what she’d done last night, or rather...whatshe’d fucked, her heart couldn’t stop beating erratically. It didn’t help that his cum kept leaking into her underwear, no matter how many times she’d tried to get rid of it.
Where does it keep coming from?!she thought as Kaylee served a customer while she was at the coffee machine, squirming when another dollop escaped her pussy.Shit. Do I need to go buy some liners or something?
Not that they’d stick to her wet purple panties.
She was unsure if it was just his cum... or her arousal over it or last night or just everything in general.
Whenever she saw something blue, like someone’s shirt or dyed hair, perverted memories would slam into her like a frying pan to the face. Her insides would spasm and quiver to the point that her knees would wobble and turn inwards, and she thought she was about to come right there in her café.
“I think my favourite colour is now electric blue,” shemurmured, staring off into the distance in the direction of her little library.
Hot milk splashed over the back of her hand, and Skylar yelped and let go of the frother handle and the metal cup. Searing-hot milk splashed everywhere, and her legs were saved by her big flatform boots.
“Shit,” she snapped out, quickly grabbing a cloth.
She crouched and pushed the back of her black-and-purple pleated skirt under her aching backside – everywhere between her thighs deliciously tender – to stop it from getting dirty as she cleaned. Ripped blue jeans came into view before Kaylee squatted to help.
The slowed-down versions of metal songs – today’s playlist – coming through the speakers were quiet enough that they were able to have a whispered conversation with ease.
“Are you okay?” Kaylee asked, the smell of spearmint gum and expensive perfume wafting from her. “You’ve had a starry-eyed gaze all day.”
As if she’d been caught with her hand in the tentacle jar, embarrassment burned her ears.
“I’m just having an off day,” Skylar answered with a cringing smile.
“Bad sleep again?” Kaylee stood, her height daunting with Skylar so low to the ground, then gorgeous deep-red nail polish flashed before her eyes when her employee and friend held her hand out.
She grabbed the offer of help to stand, grumbling, “You could say that.”
“You really need to go to bed on time, dude. Most people can’t function on less than six hours of sleep a night.”
“I know. You keep telling me,” she answered in a small voice, turning away to grab a new metal jug and pour in new milk.When she turned back around, she called out to the three people waiting for their to-go cups. “Sorry everyone. I’ll have your coffees ready in a moment.”
All three either nodded or smiled, and she appreciated their kindness and patience. She made sure not to waste any more of their precious time and focused, ignoring the welt forming over the back of her hand no matter how badly it stung.
Thankfully one person was still waiting for Hank to finish making their breakfast burger, and she ensured their coffee came last so it was hot for when they left. Once all three were gone, she finally ran her hand under cold water from the sink to her left.
Kaylee came up behind her, grabbed her hand to look at it, and tsked. “I’ll go grab that wicked ointment from the first-aid kit.”
She left, then returned shortly with a jar and a bandage tucked into the front pocket of her apron. Her friend helped her to dry off her wound with a paper towel, gently applied the ointment Skylar had made and strengthened with a spell, and taped a square bandage over it.
Cupping her throbbing hand gingerly to her chest, Skylar leaned against the counter that ran along the back wall and sighed.What’s with me today?Sheknewwhat was wrong with her; she was a horny mess living in the aftermath of happily being fucked to within an inch of her life, but...I don’t make mistakes like this.
“Okay. Now that you owe me for playing doctor...” Kaylee said, fishing her phone from her jeans pocket while checking that no new customer had walked in. She sidled up next to Skylar, bumped into her hip so they were so close their arms were touching, and put her phone between them. “I found this guy. He’s cute, has a good job, and from my FBI search of him, he hasno missus, no horrible crimes against humanity, and owns a sick car. He has a daughter, and she’s four and is totally waiting for you to be her new mum.”
