Raleigh snickered, then folded over around me as he laughed into my hair. “I can’t… I could see that… and it would suck… but it would so be something James would do.”
“Right! He’s a scary combination of caring and sadistic,” I said, giggling now too.
“Gives a whole new meaning to having a bug up your ass, doesn’t it,” Raleigh said, making me laugh harder.
“There are only three things I want up my ass,” I declared. “Your dick, Daddy’s dick, and my strand of purple anal beads.”
“Not all at the same time, I hope,” Raleigh said.
“Of course not all at the same time!” I snapped, stepping back from him and crossing my arms. “Why would you even think such a thing?”
“I wasn’t thinking it,” Raleigh said, holding his hands up, though that grin never left his face, and I could tell he was struggling to rein his laughter in. “I was just looking for clarification about what you said.”
“Uh huh, sure, and likely over there fantasizing about ways you can make it possible now too, aren’t you?”
“Mayyyybe.”
“Just remember something,” I said, wagging my finger at him. “If you break this ass, you won’t get to play with it anymore.
“Even if I kiss it and make it all better?” Raleigh asked.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I tapped my foot on the floor, the picture of irritation while he just snickered more.
“If I were you I’d tread wisely, or you might find black licorice jellybeans on your pillow on our first night in our new home.”
“Eww, you just keep those damned jellybeans to yourself,” he complained. “And you didn’t answer the question.”
“How about you kiss me one more time before we turn in the keys, hop on your bike, and roar off to our new lives?” I suggested. “And stop thinking up ways to ruin my ass.”
Raleigh didn’t just kiss me; he teased and tormented me with his fingers, sliding one down the back of my sweatpants, toying with me, the tip of one finger teasing over my entrance several times as I mewed against his lips.
“Do you remember our first night here?” Raleigh rasped, breaking the kiss but not pulling away. “When you tackled me to the floor and wound up riding me until one of the neighbors banged on the door and complained that we were making too much noise in here?”
“That was all you,” I reminded him.
“Bullshit,” he replied, brushing one last, sweet kiss over my lips as he withdrew his hand, but not before he pinched my ass first.
“Owe, what was that for?” I grumbled, rubbing the spot he’d pinched.
“Distraction,” he said. “I wanted you to remember, not pounce on me and go for an encore.”
“Damn, I thought that was what you were hinting at,” I complained.
He grabbed my hand, and we walked through the door of our apartment for the final time, leaving this chapter of our lives behind.
“I was, sorta,” Raleigh said. “But not here. At Daddy’s house, so he can join us.”
“I love how you think.”
“It can be a housewarming present for all of us,” Raleigh said. “Phoenix said he had to take off after he helped unload the truck, which means he’ll be gone by the time we get there, so we’ll have Daddy all to ourselves.”
“Then why are we standing here discussing it?” I said, taking the lead now and tugging him all the way to the apartment at the end of the hall, where our building manager lived.
In no time at all we turned in the keys, hopped on Raleigh’s bike, and roared off down the street, the building growing smaller and smaller in the rearview until I couldn’t see it anymore.
Everything in it had been thrift store finds, even the box spring and mattress. At one point we’d had a bed frame, but it was old, and we proved to be more vigorous than it could handle, so after several failed repairs, we’d given up on it and never bothered with a replacement. The tiny table had only sat two; the coffee table had been propped up on one side by a giant book we’d shoved under there when one of the legs had broken. The couch we’d found on the curb and dragged up that flight of stairs,nearly injuring Raleigh in the process. Phoenix had been pissed as hell that we hadn’t called to get him to help us, but we’d been sure we could manage, and we had, despite some scrapes and bruises.
Daddy and Phoenix had hauled the functional furniture to the thrift store and the rest to the dump, which had only left boxes for them to take over to Daddy’s. Unpacking was going to be fun, since we’d forgotten to label them when we first started packing. By the time Raleigh suggested that it might be a good idea, we couldn’t find a pen and decided that we were wasting time looking. It was a good thing we’d given up; I never came across a pen, and if Raleigh did, he didn’t announce it.
