I smirked. “About time.”
I went upstairs first. Checked on our son. Little man was knocked out, mouth open, cartoons still paused on the screen. I stood there longer than I needed to, just watching him breathe.
I headed to my man cave, rolled a blunt, and called my mother to check on Yuna.
She picked up on the second ring. Yuna was screaming in the background.
I closed my eyes.
“She needs real help,” I said.
My mother sighed. “Well, tell Ares. She’s his responsibility now. Don’t call me until it's time for her ass to get on a plane.”
The call ended before I could argue.
I smoked half the blunt, let the pressure settle in my chest, then went downstairs to eat. Cognac in my glass. Chicken wings on my plate. Emily stretched out on the couch, quiet now.
After dinner, I helped her up the stairs. Slow steps. Careful.
We got to our room.
I stripped down and stepped into the shower, hot water hitting my shoulders, finally washing the day off.
Halfway through, the door opened.
I looked up.
Emily stepped in, completely naked, eyes soft but determined.
She moved closer, water running down her skin, hand sliding over my chest. My dick got hard immediately.
“Tonight,” she whispered.
I froze for a second, surprised.
She pushed me on the bench I had installed for her and climbed onto me.
Her hands shook just a little as she wrapped them around my neck.
She kissed me like she was trying to remember who we used to be.
“Don’t let me fall, Zay,” she uttered in my ear.
“Have I ever?” I asked.
“No.”
I flipped the position and made her sit down on the bench, squatted in front of her, and opened her legs. I wanted to taste my woman, I wanted to please her, and not make it all about me. She moaned as I massaged her clit with my tongue. She was scratching my shoulders and telling me she was about to cum.
“I want to feel you, baby,” she uttered, legs shaking on my shoulders. I lifted her off the bench so I could sit down, then she climbed on top of me. She rode me like she knew I needed hermore than anything. She was the peace in my storm, and i was never taking her for granted.
CHAPTER 23
Ares
“I Don’t Sign Without Control”
Merceille looked like a postcard to tourists. From where I stood, it looked like a cage with a view.
