“I’m gonna get him dry and warm.Why don’t you take off them clothes, and I’ll wash and dry them for you?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I do.You’re soaking wet, and you ain’t sitting at my table dripping like something the cat just dragged in.”
“I don’t have anything else to wear.”
“Well, lucky for you Eddie left a few things in the closet before he skipped town.I’ve been meaning to donate them to Goodwill, but I’ll see if I can’t find them for you.”
“Yeah, okay.”Unease prickles down my spine.I don’t like the idea of his things still hanging in their closet, as if she’s just waiting for him to slip right back into the life they used to share.
“There’s fresh towels on the far wall.”With that said, she closes the door behind her, and I’m left staring at the vent in the ceiling, wondering how the hell I get myself into these situations with this woman.First it was running her to and from work every day, then she’s yelling at me as she delivers a baby in the front seat of my truck, and now, I’m showering at her house after her kid shat all over me.
Still, there’s no place I’d rather spend my Friday nights than with her and Waylon, baby shit, and all.
***
At some point as thehot water needles my aching muscles, a new ache starts to develop ...low in my balls.I’m in a real live woman’s shower.Not just any woman’s shower, but Daisy-Mae’s, and the soap and shampoo that drive me wild every day, smells real damn sweet as I’m soaping up my dick.Like an asshole, I let my fantasies run away with me.What would it be like to bury myself inside her sweet cunt, or wrap my arms around her thighs and eat my fill?
Fuck.Now I’m hard, and busting a nut to be touched.I can’t go out there like this.She’ll think I’m some kind of fucking deviant.I turn the faucet all the way to the right and shriek like a little girl as the icy water sprays my skin.It’s pure torture, but it’s enough to shrivel my cock practically inside my body.
With a deep breath, I shut off the water, wring the excess from the sopping clothes, and wrap a towel around my hips.I open the door and Daisy’s standing on the other side, her hand poised to knock.“Are you okay?I heard a scream.”
Fuck.Because screaming like a kid is the mental image I want to leave her with while I’m half naked. “Er ...yeah.Just um, a little water pressure issue.It’s fine.”
Her gaze rolls over my naked torso and her mouth drops open.“You ...you haven’t changed a day since high school.”
A startled laugh escapes me.“Excuse me?”
“I-I mean ...that is ...”She clears her throat.“You’ve obviously changed, who here hasn’t, right?I went and got myself knocked up by the wrong man ...who’s just so much smaller than you.”
I frown.“What?”
“The clothes.Eddie’s clothes.I found them, but I don’t think they’re going to fit.”She thrusts them at me, and I take the pile from her hands to keep it from falling to the wet floor.An alarm goes off from the other end of the house.“Oh, shoot.My casserole.”
Daisy leaves in a flurry and I throw on the T-shirt and jeans she handed me.She’s right, they definitely don’t fit.I glance at myself in the mirror.I look ridiculous, like the Hulk dressing himself in the toddler’s department at Macy’s.I grab my own soiled clothing from the bathroom sink and head to the kitchen to help.
Daisy’s perched on a chair, waving a potholder at the smoke alarm.I drop my clothes in a heap on the floor, then I reach up on my tiptoes and unhook the device from the roof.I turn off the godawful wailing and stare up at Daisy-Mae.Unshed tears well in her eyes.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
“I’m sorry.This was supposed to be me making up for all the help you’ve been and it’s just one disaster after another.”
I reach up and wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her and setting her on her feet.
“Dinner’s ruined, and I don’t know how to do this.I’m trying to be okay, but I’m falling apart, West.”
I pull her against my chest and just hold her, because I don’t know what the hell else to do.
“I’m so tired, and I can’t stop crying.”She punctuates her words with a sob.“I cry all the time.I cry more than my newborn.”
“Are you kiddin’ me?”I squeeze her so tight the seam of Eddie’s shirt cuts into my bicep.“You’re doing great, mama.”
“I’m not.I’m really not.My son hates me,” she wails.
I can’t help but chuckle.“Come on, now.We both know that ain’t true.”
“I just feel like I’m failing at everything.”
