Her head falls back and she laughs. A real, genuine laugh. I’d like to bottle that sound so I can hear it whenever I want. I’m pretty sure it just healed something inside of me.
My eyes are glued to her, watching the pure joy written all over her face… over something I said. The last time I saw her like this wasthatnight. We only had one month as husband and wife, but it was the single best month of my life. How could I have been so stupid to leave it all behind?
Once she’s finished laughing, her gaze finds mine and I see the pain lingering behind her eyes, once again. “We should check on Demetria,” she murmurs.
“Yeah. We should.” I grab her hips and lift her off of me, placing her back on the couch next to me. “Wait here. I’ll get something to clean up.”
I don’t waste time grabbing a washcloth and ignoring her protests as I clean her myself. I made the mess, it’s only right that I clean it.
Once she’s no longer dripping my cum onto my expensive, leather couch.
“You tore my underwear,” she says while fixing her clothes.
I shrug. “I did. They were in my way. I’ll buy you more if you want.”
Her cheeks heat, but she doesn’t say anything else about it.
Once we’re both fully clothed, we head back to my room to find Demi not in the bed.
“Demi,” I call. She couldn’t have gone far.
“I’m in here.” Her voice is muffled. I open the bathroom door to find her hunched over and sitting on the toilet with her face buried in her hands. What the fuck?
“What’s wrong?” I ask, leaning down to grab the supplies I bought from under the sink. “I had some supplies delivered. What do you prefer? Pads or Tampons?”
“It’s just really bad cramps,” she groans. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
I pause and tilt my head in her direction. “Would you shut the fuck up and let me help you?”
Her brows knit as she processes my words. Sighing, she relents. “Fine. Tampon, please.”
I pull one from the box and hand it to her. “You know what FINE stands for, don’t you?”
“Hey, that’s my line.”
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“Hey, that’s my line,” Raegan says from the doorway.
“Woah, woah, woah. I fall asleep for a little bit and you two decide to join forces against me? Cool. Love that for me.”
I snag the tampon–a little too aggressively–from Hayes and watch Raegan make her way further into his disturbingly large bathroom.
“Can I get a little privacy, please?” Do I really care? No. But I’m feeling feisty as fuck right now and well… they make it too easy.
“You do realize I had my dick in your mouth this evening andshehad her fingers all the way in your pretty pussy. I’d say we’re well past modesty, don’t you think?”
Fuck. He’s right. What we did tonight exceeded all expectations. I went in knowing what I wanted with Hayes, but ended up getting Raegan out of it, as well. Win,fuckingwin. And now, they’re both here… in the same space. And they don’t even look like they’re going to rip each other’s throats out.
“You know we’re just trying to help you, Demetria,” Raegan says softly, extending her arm and opening her palm to reveal two small orange pills. “Take these. They’ll help with your cramps. I’m assuming you still take four-hundred milligrams of ibuprofen?”
The fact that she still knows this shouldn’t make my heart skip a literal beat, but it fucking does. But, I need it to stop if I’m going to make it out unscathed. The more my heart gets pulled into either of their orbits, the harder it’ll be to leave.
I roll my eyes. “I think I liked you both better when you hated each other.”
“Oh, we still hate each other,” Raegan says quickly and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hayes’ head turn so fast.
