“Ourboys, and stay in your lane. My relationships are nothing to do with you.”
“Like fuck they are. Especially when there’s some kinky shit going on. Grown women don’t dress like that, and I won’t have my boys around your sick and twisted mind. So yes, your relationships, Mitch, are very much my business.”
“No, they’re not,” I snapped, unable to stand the hate in her eyes and her priggish, righteous, condescending attitude. “From what I hear you lied and cheated and showed yourself to be a character of low morals, so get down off of that high fucking horse you’re on and start working on your behavior before you judge other people.”
She stared at me, her mouth pursed as though sucking a lemon.
I yanked off an extra big bit of candy floss and shoved it in my mouth. It dissolved quickly. “Come on, Mitch. This candy is lovely and sweet, but you promised me spice at the end of our evening, and I’ve got an appetite for that now. Lots of it. Lots of really hot, mind-blowing spice.”
He stared at me for a moment, his eyes flashing. “Yeah, you’re right, we’ve done the fair now.” He leaned forward and swept his lips over mine. “Time to go.”
“Oh, just fuck off,” Sarah said bitterly then spun away from us.
He chuckled. “Nice speech, Amy, you really got her goat.”
“One thing I can’t stand is judgment. I grew up smothered by it, so when I see it now, I call it out.”
“You did that all right.” He drew my body close to his as we walked away from the fair. “And I liked seeing that confident side of you.”
“You’re not…mad?”
“For putting my deceitful ex-wife in her place, hell no. If I was on fire she’d warm her hands rather than putting out the flames, that’s how much she hates me. I’ve tried to maintain my dignity through the whole sorry affair and not resort to name-calling the way she has, so her hearing a few home truths made my evening.”
“It did?”
“Sure thing, and now you’ll get a reward for being so damn smart.”
“What’s that? What’s my reward?”
“You want me to show you over there? Behind that truck.”
“What? Outside? No.”
“That was a very firm no.”
I flinched as a memory flashed in my mind. “Remember I told you sex was free and easy in the commune and that I saw it from a young age?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess that’s knocked away the excitement of public sex for me. It was sick and confusing as a kid to see adults rutting at each other like that.”
He placed a kiss to my head. “Sorry you went through that, I’ve made a note of it now.”
“Thanks.” I paused. “For everything.”
“Don’t say thanks, I want to be with you, see you smile, give you things you’ve missed out on.”
“Like orgasms?” My nipples tightened beneath my t-shirt, and it had nothing to do with the cooling night air and everything to with my body’s desire for more of what Mitch could give me.
“Yeah, baby, orgasms for you and me.”
We strode home with purpose. I felt safe with Mitch. No looking over my shoulder, no crossing the road to avoid anyone, which I often did when out after sunset. He was my protector, my man, my big strong Daddy. No one would bother him. Or even approach him. It was an air he gave off of strength and capability and not taking any crap from anyone.
I let us into the apartment block, and as we climbed the stairs in silence my anticipation built, dampening my knickers and creating a ball of need in my belly.
When we got into my flat, he gestured to my purse, the one I hadn’t taken. “You got that pink lipstick in there?” he asked, shutting the door. He always seemed so big in my space, so dominant, changing my girly haven into something new and exciting.
“Yes, I think so.” I found it.Ballerina Shoeswas written in tiny writing on the lid.
