Deviation

“I’ve been waiting all day to have my way with you.” Edith leans into me, rubbing her tight body against my straining one.

“Have you now?” She’s being a tease, but I don’t say anything, fearing it might trigger something from the past. I’ve never really let go with Edith before. I like things a bit rougher, gritty, and hot. Since her attack, it’s basically put my usual libido on reserve. Sexy little moans and whimpers have teased me this entire week and, if she’s willing, I’d like to have my way with my beautiful girl.

Edith also rarely initiates things. This is a novelty I’d be crazy to pass up. I look into her face, cupping her cheeks. “Mmm, your hands feel so good,” she moans.

“How much did you drink, sweetheart?” If she is even a hair over tipsy, I’m not going to touch her, no matter how much she begs or how hard my dick is.

Stepping away from me, I let her go, ready to face my disappointment. Instead, Edith reaches behind her neck and gives the halter dress a little tug. Two quick pulls and the dress flutters down her hips and onto the carpet. It looks like rose petals have fallen from her full, puckered breasts, down her sharply pointed hips. She’s almost ethereal in her red heels and red lace panties. She crooks her finger in my direction, pulling on my shirt.

“I had two glasses of wine with dinner, but not enough to make me fall down drunk, my love.” Ah, that word…love. It’s like a balm after the storm we’ve been through. I wonder how my gift will rest between her breasts.

“Then you better come over here, my naughty little pupil.” Groping hands pull at clothes. It’s never been this rushed or this natural before. Edith yanks on my belt, pulling my shirt from the waistband. Several buttons go popping in various directions as I pull it open for her.

“Jack, I want this so badly.” Her plea sounds desperate to my ears. I will give her anything she wants, no questions asked. We tangle and hobble over to the bed, my pants caught around my ankles. “You. Bed. Now.” Edith gives a push against my chest, becoming a little cavewoman. The only thing missing is a leopard print dress and a rock necklace, like the Flintstones.

“Demanding little wench.” Teasing her, I let her tug my pants and shoes off before I pull her up and over my lap. Her hot pussy rests against my bare dick, which is pulsing. The lace of her panties rubs against me, making me feel hyperaware of her.

She lowers herself over me and I pull her panties, tugging them until they give, ripping. She arches her spine as she rides me, her eyes closed, mouth parted, the tips of her long curls tickling my thighs. Nothing could feel more intense then thrusting my cock inside her. “Yes, baby. Yes.” I move her hands up to her own breasts, squeezing them, playing with her dusky, rose-colored nipples. Pinching them between my fingers, she moans long and low, her mouth parted. “That’s it, my love.” She is almost there. I want to feel her body wrap around mine when she comes. Reaching between her spread legs, I play with her slick nub, rubbing in a slow circle between our rocking bodies. She’s a perfect fit. A hot, wet glove barely taking my girth. Her guttural cry tells me how good it feels to her.

“Jack…” My name is drawn out on her lips, her arms dropping to my shoulders to support her. I give my hips a roll to thrust deeper within her, my balls slapping her ass, becoming tighter. I don’t want this with anyone else. She is the only woman who can satisfy my needs, even if I’ve had to wait painfully to show it to her. Her pussy clenches hard, milking my dick as I come too. She falls against my chest, panting, sweat glistening on her skin. As we both come down from our highs, trying to catch our breath, I think that it could never be better than this.

Chapter Nineteen

Edith

I did it. I was finally able to have sex the way Jack wanted to, the way I wanted to, without thinking about Daniel’s disgusting hands all over me. It only took a few glasses of wine and Jack’s migraine medication to loosen me up to the point where I couldn’t rationally think about anything but him, the man I love.

My body the morning after feels sluggish, almost dehydrated. It must be the effects of mixing the pills and alcohol. I keep telling myself it will only be temporary. I don’t want to deal with life like this, but what choice do I have? Nothing feels right, nothing feels good, and the immense pressure to succeed is overwhelming my judgment. I slip back into unconsciousness, wondering if this is how things started for my mother. Did she feel so worthless that a drink cured what ailed her, not caring about the downward spiral that followed?

There are so many things awaiting me once we leave Miami and head home. Things that terrify me, things I don’t want to tell Jack. I should have told Sam about Daniel’s lawyer threatening me, but I just couldn’t. I wasn’t strong, but I wanted to protect Jack. I wanted to do this all on my own, but I couldn’t help feeling I was making an even bigger mistake.

Jack

I lay in bed next to Edith. Her breathing is shallow, almost restful. Although we got back early enough, it’s after nine in the morning. I was hoping to wake her up slowly, kissing her senseless, and giving her the necklace before meeting Aiden and Shelby in the living room.

“Baby, wake up. It’s Christmas…” I nudge her awake, but she’s sluggish, glassy-eyed. Something burns in my gut thinking that maybe she was drunker than she looked last night. I would be devastated if I took advantage of her in some way. “Edith, don’t scare me like this. Aiden! Help!”

Seconds later, he comes running into the bedroom, Shelby hot on his heels in a barely there t-shirt and no panties.

“What is it?” Aiden brushes me aside, his glasses askew, shirtless and in boxer briefs. In another time and place, I might be miffed he came in half-dressed, but I don’t give a shit right now. He checks her pulse and lifts her eyelids. “Pulse is thready, eyes dilated.”

“Should I call an ambulance?” Shelby grabs Edith’s phone off the nightstand. Edith moans, trying to push Aiden’s hands away.

“No. I think we need to get some fluids in her to flush this out.”

“Flush what out?” I ask.

“Shelby, check the bathroom. Look in her bag for anything. A medication, pills, something.” She jumps up, coming back with her purse, riffling through it. I’m nervously rubbing Edith’s arm and leg, trying to get a response.

“M

aybe she took these.” Shelby hands the prescription bottle to Aiden, who then hands it to me. It’s my migraine medication. I know for a fact that alcohol mixed with it is a dangerous combination.

“Will she be all right?” I feel anger and hurt rolling into a ball of negative energy. I need to get out of here.

“I can watch her if you need a moment,” Shelby says, tentatively placing her hand on my arm.

I nod, grabbing sweats and sneakers. Throwing them on, I get the fuck out of the beach house. I need to process what the fuck is going on. Did the attack make her into some kind of addict? Did having sex with her push her over the edge? I don’t know who to blame, except for myself and this whole damn situation. I want nothing more than to leave Miami and go back home to New Jersey, to the safety of what we know…even if it means sharing the same air as the fucking piece of garbage who created all these problems.