Iwatched Emily climb off me, and I stood with her to make sure she didn’t fall.
She had just rode my dick for damn near an hour and I knew her legs were jelly. Emily liked to act like she was stronger than her body most days. Especially now that she was on a herbal regimen that had her hormones through the roof.
Sure enough, the second her feet hit the floor, her knees buckled.
I caught her around the waist before she could tip forward.
“Easy, busy body,” I joked.
She burst out laughing.
A real laugh. Not the tired ones she gave doctors or family when they asked how she was feeling.
“Shut up,” she said, leaning into me. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you expected it.”
“I did.”
She rolled her eyes and swatted my chest, but she was still leaning on me while we made our way toward the bathroom.
The warm light flicked on as soon as we stepped inside.
Emily grabbed the counter and looked at herself in the mirror while catching her breath.
Her curly hair was wild. Her cheeks were flushed.
She looked alive.
And that meant more to me than anything.
“I gotta go out. I’ll be back tomorrow,” I said lowly, knowing she wouldn’t like it.
She froze.
Her eyes met mine in the mirror.
“What time is it?”
“Little after one.”
She nodded once.
Emily knew my life better than anybody. When I said I had to leave in the middle of the night and wouldn’t be back until the sun came up, she knew exactly what kind of night it was.
And she hated it.
Not because she didn’t understand it.
Because she did.
“You couldn’t get nobody else to do whatever you going out to do?” she asked softly.
There it was.
The emotion I didn’t need right now.
