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Authors: Marata Eros
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told your girl Rose something different. She takes off with the prospect, and pretty much everything you did for her to this point is suspect.”
“Rose thinks I wanted to have a novelty fuck?” I make a noise of disbelief. I wouldn't work this hard for a fuck. Hell, I don't work to get laid. Easy pussy is everywhere.
I'd already had the mental conversation with myself that I apparently liked complicated pussy now. Rose's.
I shake my head. “No way.”
“But she might think it. Her perspective. Try to wrap your stubborn brain around the concept that she's not telepathic.”
I flip him off.
In the distance, I hear a noise like a wound-up tin can. Rose.
I stand up straight and move to the bike.
Wring and I flip our legs over our seats simultaneously. We're parked along a narrow green corridor of trees bordered by a sparsely pebbled area for bicycles.
We parked our rides there instead.
A little white car cruises past.
Blond hair flashes from the back seat. The kid. Charlie.
I barely make out Rose’s outline. It's her, though. I feel like I can scent her across the road and through the glass.
Our prospect, Trainer, rides by about five seconds later. His eyes find us in the darkness, and he gives the barest nod.
Rose probably doesn't realize that the protection she didn't want is there anyway.
Whether she likes it or not.
12
Rose
I never thought I'd get sick of hugging.
My parents are exhausting. I love them, but God! I'm stuffed. They fed me every protein-layered thing I could eat until I was so full, I thought I would barf.
Charlie is ready to go home, and I'm ready. I've given the most assurances of my life.
Yes, I won't leave ever again without my candy. No, I won't be with anyone ever who doesn't know about my medical issue.
I'm so tired, I'm sleeping on my feet. It's almost eleven o'clock on Saturday night.
One day off until work. One day of thinking about all the things that've happened in the last week—the last twenty-four hours—and trying to compartmentalize them into place inside my brain so that they make sense.
It's hopeless. I can't make sense of anything. Noose. Drake. My life.
Forget it.
I keep my eyes on the road while Charlie prattles on about all the treats and fun he had at Nana and Papa's.
I smile, nodding at all the appropriate places.
But my mind keeps circling back to Noose. How alive I felt in his arms. How vital I felt as his lips, tongue, and hands worked my body. His smell.
The feel of rightness as our bodies came together. And we didn’t even have sex.
Shame has its way with me as I remember Drake almost making me come. With five other men in the room.
I force my eyes to stay on the road.
Noose is an open wound. It really doesn't matter how great he was able to make me feel. In the end, any vagina will do.
I couldn't have sex with him after the ordeal with Drake.
So Crystal was available, and he got off with her, just minutes after making me cream my panties, the sound of my screams eaten by his mouth.
I'm certifiable.
I don't want a man like Noose. He is the worst kind of news.
He let another woman go down on him with the taste of my orgasm still on his lips.
God.
I pull up to my townhome. My stomach tightens.
“Rose!” Charlies squeaks beside me, bouncing up and down.
“Shhh,” I say softly. “Let me give the outside a look.”
My eyes roam every bit of the tidy front yard. Anna's life insurance paid for this tiny condo. Maintenance came as part of the fee.
I also chose it for how cute it was. The tiny home backs up to a small park with a playground. Our own small yard is fenced.
Rhododendrons, well past bloom time in late September, have grown to the size of small trees at the corners of the house.
They’re a great hiding place. My eyes beat against every surface, seeing nothing out of place. The porch light glows a ghostly yellowish, illuminating the porch steps.
Drake wouldn't hurt Charlie. Property, my mind whispers.
I
“Rose thinks I wanted to have a novelty fuck?” I make a noise of disbelief. I wouldn't work this hard for a fuck. Hell, I don't work to get laid. Easy pussy is everywhere.
I'd already had the mental conversation with myself that I apparently liked complicated pussy now. Rose's.
I shake my head. “No way.”
“But she might think it. Her perspective. Try to wrap your stubborn brain around the concept that she's not telepathic.”
I flip him off.
In the distance, I hear a noise like a wound-up tin can. Rose.
I stand up straight and move to the bike.
Wring and I flip our legs over our seats simultaneously. We're parked along a narrow green corridor of trees bordered by a sparsely pebbled area for bicycles.
We parked our rides there instead.
A little white car cruises past.
Blond hair flashes from the back seat. The kid. Charlie.
I barely make out Rose’s outline. It's her, though. I feel like I can scent her across the road and through the glass.
Our prospect, Trainer, rides by about five seconds later. His eyes find us in the darkness, and he gives the barest nod.
Rose probably doesn't realize that the protection she didn't want is there anyway.
Whether she likes it or not.
12
Rose
I never thought I'd get sick of hugging.
My parents are exhausting. I love them, but God! I'm stuffed. They fed me every protein-layered thing I could eat until I was so full, I thought I would barf.
Charlie is ready to go home, and I'm ready. I've given the most assurances of my life.
Yes, I won't leave ever again without my candy. No, I won't be with anyone ever who doesn't know about my medical issue.
I'm so tired, I'm sleeping on my feet. It's almost eleven o'clock on Saturday night.
One day off until work. One day of thinking about all the things that've happened in the last week—the last twenty-four hours—and trying to compartmentalize them into place inside my brain so that they make sense.
It's hopeless. I can't make sense of anything. Noose. Drake. My life.
Forget it.
I keep my eyes on the road while Charlie prattles on about all the treats and fun he had at Nana and Papa's.
I smile, nodding at all the appropriate places.
But my mind keeps circling back to Noose. How alive I felt in his arms. How vital I felt as his lips, tongue, and hands worked my body. His smell.
The feel of rightness as our bodies came together. And we didn’t even have sex.
Shame has its way with me as I remember Drake almost making me come. With five other men in the room.
I force my eyes to stay on the road.
Noose is an open wound. It really doesn't matter how great he was able to make me feel. In the end, any vagina will do.
I couldn't have sex with him after the ordeal with Drake.
So Crystal was available, and he got off with her, just minutes after making me cream my panties, the sound of my screams eaten by his mouth.
I'm certifiable.
I don't want a man like Noose. He is the worst kind of news.
He let another woman go down on him with the taste of my orgasm still on his lips.
God.
I pull up to my townhome. My stomach tightens.
“Rose!” Charlies squeaks beside me, bouncing up and down.
“Shhh,” I say softly. “Let me give the outside a look.”
My eyes roam every bit of the tidy front yard. Anna's life insurance paid for this tiny condo. Maintenance came as part of the fee.
I also chose it for how cute it was. The tiny home backs up to a small park with a playground. Our own small yard is fenced.
Rhododendrons, well past bloom time in late September, have grown to the size of small trees at the corners of the house.
They’re a great hiding place. My eyes beat against every surface, seeing nothing out of place. The porch light glows a ghostly yellowish, illuminating the porch steps.
Drake wouldn't hurt Charlie. Property, my mind whispers.
I
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