Was it fucked up of me to like that he still had his hand wrapped tight around my dick?
I was already getting soft, however the firm hold he had me in was comforting in a weird way. Just like his hand on my face.
God, that was fucking good.
I wanted to stay like this forever. Damned our responsibilities and whatever else we’d have to go back to once we both sobered up and pulled apart from each other. This close intimacy felt so right and so damn good.
I was afraid for what reality would eventually bring. What regrets would follow once we could no longer ignore the fact that last night, and now tonight, weren’t just flukes—minute lapses in judgment that could easily be explained away by some haphazard excuse.
Something chimed in Avery’s car, causing the lights on his dashboard to flash. He slowly lifted his head to crane his neck back around to look at whatever notification popped up, a frown suddenly crossing his features.
“What?” I asked.
“Phone call.”
I was disappointed when he pulled away completely, letting me go in order to sit up and tap at the notification. His hand was still coated in me, glossy looking in the dim lighting of his car’s console.
When he retrieved his phone from the slot next to the cup holder, his eyes widened.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I gotta take this. She never calls this late.”
I was still fuzzy from the orgasm, my mind half gone while the other half was running on fumes. “She?”
“Carrie.”
“Who’s Carrie?” I said blearily.
“My ex-wife,” he clarified, and then pushed the door open to step outside and take the phone call. “Give me one sec.”
CHAPTER 20
Avery
As soon asI picked up the other line, I could tell something was very wrong.
Hell, I could tell that by how late I was receiving this phone call and with no warning text to let me know she’d be calling ahead of time. Carrie wasn’t one for idle chitchat and the humdrum of keeping up with the daily lives of those she knew.
Me, being her ex, even less so.
So when I heard that small sniffle on the other end of the line, I prepared myself for the worse. “Hey, what’s going on?”
She let out a short sigh, but it didn’t at all sound like she was frustrated or tired. It was the kind of sound that you’d make when trying to calm down before an absolute breakdown hit. “I’m sorry... I didn’t know who else to call.”
Immediately, that put me on edge. “Everything okay?”
“Ryan’s out of town for the week on some business thing and I can’t get a hold of him and his parents aren’t answering either?—”
“Carrie.” My voice held firm. Her spiraling wasn’t helping anyone, least of all me when she’d clearly called me for a reason. “Tell me what happened.”
“Eva’s sick. I had to bring her to the hospital because her fever wasn’t going down. They admitted her and now no one’s telling me anything. I heard one of the nurses talking about an infection in her brain and now I’m freaking out?—”
“I’ll be right there,” came my instant response.
No way was I going to leave her to deal with all of that by herself. She may be my ex-wife but that didn’t diminish the care that I still held for her. And for Eva.
Ryan could get over himself if this ended up pissing him off. If I were in his shoes, I’d be grateful to have someone keeping my fiancée company while their daughter was laid up in a hospital bed, most likely unconscious and hooked up to a bunch of machines.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.”
