Page 162 of Devil’s Disciples

A tingling ran through me. Overtaking my senses and leaving me brainless, it shot though me from head to toe. Incapable of doing anything but enjoying the fire that burned between my legs, I moaned. I shouted. I sank my fingers into the flesh of his muscular back.

And, I came.

Repeatedly.

I felt his shaft swell. Two strokes later, he erupted inside of me.

A period of time passed. A period I couldn’t identify. Still on my back, but now with his chest against mine and his head on my shoulder, I held him in my arms. Satisfied that he’d fucked me mindless, I simply held his body against mine, hoping the moment could last forever, but knowing it never would.

Fearing that he’d stand and put on his clothes at any instant, I closed my eyes and hoped he’d give me at least a few minutes of enjoying our bodies being pressed against one another.

“Have you got anything you need to do?” he asked, his tone soft and flat.

“No,” I whispered.

“I don’t want to seem like a weirdo,” he said. “But can we lay here for a while? Just like this?”

I didn’t move. I didn’t squeeze him, kiss him, open my eyes, or do so much as draw a breath. I simply gave my response.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I remained motionless, holding onto him – and to that moment – for an immeasurable amount of time. At one point, he hummed softly for a moment, reassuring me that he was awake, but he didn’t speak.

Then, as my eyes grew so tired that they began to flutter, he twitched.

Then, he fell asleep.

62

Cash

I’d spent all my days searching for anything to lead me believe that the life I lived was worthy of my existence. I went to as many places as possible and did as much as I could to justify my presence on earth. I was convinced the more I did, the more valuable I was.

During the week I’d spent ‘living’ at Kimberly’s, I learned that an enjoyable life could be as easy as simply existing.

With her head resting on my shoulder, and her knee laying on my thigh, Kimberly remained motionless. We’d spent the last several days doing nothing to speak of, but I enjoyed every second of the time we spent together.

I’d always been one to rise early and go to bed late. Now? I couldn’t wait to go to bed. Getting up in the morning was torturous.

“I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me, but I’m not interested in getting out of this bed,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the sex, but laying here with you is almost as enjoyable.”

She nestled against me. “I agree, wholeheartedly.”

“I think it’s because it’s so comfortable.”

“It’s a bed in a box,” she said. “A ‘Green Tea’ mattress. I got it on Amazon. Your side’s new.”

I wasn’t speaking about the bed, but her response caught my interest. “What do you mean, my side’s new?”

“You’re the only one to sleep on that side of it.”

I don’t know that I should have, but I felt proud to be that person. I tilted my head to the side and grinned. “No shit? Your ex never slept on this?”

She lifted her head slightly. “Everything in this house is new, and it’s mine. I walked away from everything he and I shared. He was the breadwinner in our house, and he bought everything, so I left it with him. I didn’t want anything he’d so much as touched, anyway.”

“I like it that I’m the only guy that’s slept here.”

She grinned, and then gently rested the side of her face into perfect position against my shoulder. “Me, too.”