“Jo, don’t do this. Sit your ass back down here and talk to me.”
“I…I think I just got my period. Excuse me.”
CHAPTER 8
Tirone
I only returned home when I was certain Furore wasn’t there. I knew he saw my bike at the event, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight his jealous ass.
Jo was sleeping. In his bed again. She’d rarely slept in mine in the past few weeks. It infuriated me, but I didn’t want to pressure her. I could feel something was off with her. I didn’t want to add more to it.
She looked so beautiful in her sleep. The way her hair draped over her face in the moonlight looked like strands of glittering silver. She was the sky and the stars. My little faerie.Her honied dew deliriously sweet, was dropped from Heaven, and fell on gardens of the unforgiven.
Her hands were stretched out, calling for a union with mine right where they belonged.To this hour, she still remaineth, torturing the bee, with madness, and unwonted reverie.
But I shut the door quietly and went to my room. I cared for her needs more than mine. It was hard to believe this was coming from me, but since the moment I felt I could walk this earth without her, I changed.
I showered and folded my clothes. Then I stared at the ceiling, sleep not visiting tonight. I knew what was going to help. My cock buried inside her. It’d have to wait for tomorrow, though. The only thing I could fuck tonight was my fist.
Reaching in my underwear drawer, I found a pair of her panties she never knew I’d taken. The ones she’d lost her virginity to me in. I never washed them—not like me, but I needed them as they were—and had kept them with me everywhere I went. They reminded me of the time she was only mine. One touch at the soft fabric and my cock sprang alive as rigid as a rock.
Closing my eyes, I pictured her, in the dark, in her sleep, when I used to watch her body, smell it and let my fantasies run wild. Fuck, I missed those days. “Heaving her white breast to the balmy air,” I whispered as I stroked myself, “like guilty beauty, chastened and more fair. My little faerie, as sacred as the light,” I sniffed those fucking panties, “she fears to perfume, perfuming the night.” I groaned, my balls aching, desperate for a release. My fist worked harder, faster as I fucked Jo in my head, her sweet wet pussy clamping on me, milking me. My cum spilled all over my hand in thick spurts that seemed to never end. I glanced down at my cum, wasted and useless. It should have been inside her. It was where it belonged. In her unprotected womb. To give her what every woman wanted. What every man who truly loved a woman wanted, too.
I cleaned myself and hid the panties. Sleep found me shortly, and dreams of her kept me company until the buzz of my phone disrupted it all. With one eye open, I saw the name on the screen.Furore. Then I heard someone standing outside my door.
“What the fuck?” I jumped out of bed and opened the door angrily. Furore stood there with the phone on his ear. “Seriously? You’re waking me up in the middle of the night to give me a piece of your mind? It couldn’t wait until the fucking morning?”
He shoved the phone in his pocket. “Jo is having a nightmare. I couldn’t calm her down.”
She hadn’t had one of those in a while. What happened? I rushed to her. She was coiled on the bed, tears wetting her face. “Hey,” I nestled next to her, “it’s okay. I’m here.” I took her in my arms and cradled her like I used to do. “Is it about your mom?”
She nodded. “I haven’t had a bad dream of her since we put my dad where he belonged. I don’t know… I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize, baby. It’s just a nightmare.” Furore lay next to her and stroked her hair. “Just tell me what to do.”
All this time and he didn’t know what the fuck to do? “Do you want me to sing you the lullaby?”
She nodded again, more emphatically.
“What lullaby?” he asked.
“Madeline’s to her.” I glanced at Jo, smug but feigning shock. “You never told your husband about it?”
“I didn’t need to. Like I said, I stopped having those nightmares.” She squeezed herself between the two of us and closed her eyes. “Laius, if you don’t mind, can all three of us sleep together tonight in the same bed?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Sure, baby. Anything you want.”
“Thank you.” She rolled on her side, giving me her back, and put her hands under her temple.
I started singing, burying my nose in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent, and playing with her hair, just like old times. A picture perfect…except for that unnecessary addition. My father running his stinky fingers over the creamy flesh of her thighs. He looked out of place even when he was in his own bed by his own wife’s side. The only thing wrong with the picture.
Maybe he should be out of it for Jo’s own good.
She’d never forgive you. She loves him. She married him.
I closed my eyes as memories of the time it was just us and the time it wasn’t brutalized me. I missed when she was only mine. I didn’t miss losing her to fate or to him.
Doctor Ryan would have a lot of notes to write during our next session. Poor lady. Her words about my father and how I should deal with my anger toward him echoed in my head, but they never worked. I didn’t know what the point of therapy was anymore.
