That arrogant smirk was back on his face. He’d found it. What the older women in prison told her about. That spot thatwould make you a fool for a man. He hit it with precision over and over and over again until he was covered in her. He held her shivering body against his, releasing himself.
She wasn’t worried about that. What sobered her was the way the moment she came, her body returned as her own and so did the flood of her sense. Erys kissed the base of her neck and dropped back into his original spot. His dick still hard with the sheen of their release.
“Come here,” he motioned, wanting to still feel her against him.
Remedy refused him frantically searching for her leggings and shirt.
“Rem,” he called, watching her hurry to redress like she was on fire. If he hadn’t been so high off her he would’ve believed he saw a tear fall down her face.
“Please. No,” she spoke, just above a whisper.
Remedy hurried inside, up the stairs and locked behind her bedroom door. She covered her mouth to muffle the croak of her walls cracking. There was only one way out of this and it was telling Eden yes. She needed to be on her feet so she could get off of this ride.
14
“Ah hell. You’re in the kitchen again. You’re about to fuck some shit up in Remedy’s clean kitchen,” Ernie huffed, easing down into the chair at the kitchen table. “Where is she?”
Erys swiped his tongue over his lips and groaned at the absence of her flavor. Since he’d moved her and his father in, Remedy kept her room door cracked so she could hear Ernie get up or stir. This morning, the door was closed and locked – like the insane man he was, he tried his hand at turning the knob. The second popping the lock crossed his mind, he got a hold of himself and fought himself to fall asleep.
It was the muscle memory of the squeeze and throb of her depths that rocked him to sleep like a baby. If it hadn’t been for Ernie cussing on his way to the bathroom, Erys would have still been dreaming. Dreaming was something he hadn’t done in longer than he could remember.
“What time is it? Don’t we got a golf course to fuck up or something?” Ernie questioned, trying to remember what Erys had told him the day before. Erys could see he was foggy. It could’ve been that everyone in the house overslept and he was still getting acclimated to his new surroundings. “When you gonna take me home? I couldn’t find your momma last night. Pissed me off so damn bad.”
“I heard. Remedy told me,” Erys shared, finalizing the order for lunch. He wouldn’t dare attempt to cook for either one of them again.
“You got to tell her to stop doing that,” Ernie muttered. “What time is it?”
“It’s twelve forty-five, Ernie,” Remedy answered as she eased into the kitchen. It was her walk and the avoidant eyes that made Erys stand to his full height, take her in and lean back on the other side of the counter. “You hungry?”
“You cooking or is your boyfriend going to ruin a good thing for me?” Ernie mused, observing the hair that was done the day before pulled back into a bun.
Remedy scrunched her face up. “Ernie, I haven’t had a boyfriend since I was like twenty. What do you want to eat?”
“I’ve already ordered lunch for us from the country club,” Erys stated.
Remedy checked Ernie’s blood pressure and graced his face with her puffy eyes. “You feelin’ okay today?”
“Hungry. Irritated as fuck,” Ernie muttered.
“Your birthday is tomorrow. You excited?” Remedy asked, touching his hair. “Birthday haircut?”
“I got it scheduled, first thing in the morning,” Erys spoke again. She was ignoring him and now that he already had a taste of her, he wasn’t going to let her pretend last night didn’t happen.
“Did you have water yet? You want coffee?” Remedy asked.
“Got damn it,” Ernie huffed. “How long am I going to have to sit through the post-fuck fuckin’ ignoring game?”
Remedy darted her eyes to Erys who wore a telling smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man.”
“Mhmm. I’m hungry, not blind. I saw you bend the corner. That thieving ass nigga just like his daddy,” Ernie said, before twirling his hips and singing. “Got up in ittttttt.”
“You must be sleepy still, all the moving you were doing last night,” Remedy said, avoiding Erys as she inched over to where her phone was left the night before. What she found was a new phone. “Erys, what the fuck is this?”
“Never mind, he might not be like me. My women were sweet to me after I dug them guts out,” Ernie muttered, watching his son and his friend like he had courtside seats to a tennis match. “I had them making me sandwiches, rubbing my shoulders and purring. What the fuck did you do to her?”
“It’s a phone. One without a broken screen. Numbers transferred, same number. You’re welcome. While we’re out, take the Maybach to your eye appointment. I made you another appointment for your hair too,” Erys declared, a full-blown grin on his face and she squinted even more. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Next time, I want you to see everything.”
“I was drunk and I don’t even remember the first time. Get out of my face, thank you very much,” she huffed, pushing him back. “I would ask you how you even got into my phone but you are out of your mind so it’s a wasted question.”
