Chasing Us (Dark Love 2)

“I’ll miss you,” she simply says.

So that’s it—separation anxiety. I don’t blame her. We have only been officially together for two weeks, and I’m already heading interstate.

“I wish I didn’t have to go…”

If only she knew the reason why.

“No, I get it… I really do. It’s just… I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too.” I part my lips and lean in, her mouth soft and warm, inviting me, but the desperation as always lingers. What starts as a slow burn turns into a frenzy, and now I feel the same anxiety, knowing I won’t see her, knowing I won’t touch her for two whole days.

There hasn’t been one day since the night in the hotel where we haven’t fucked, and it isn’t once a day, either. It’s the moment we wake, the moment we climb into bed, and if work schedules permit, a few times in between. Charlotte is insatiable, and I take advantage of whatever the hell it is, pregnancy hormones or not, I’m getting laid by the woman I love.

“Right, dinner time,” Charlotte chimes.

“Um, hello? Are you forgetting something?” I ask, grabbing her hand and placing it on my cock.

“I’m sorry, sugar cakes, but it’s not me who’s hungry.”

“Fine, go make dinner. I need to make a phone call, anyway.”

She makes her way to the kitchen, singing some annoying jingle from a commercial, my perfect opportunity to make sure I have everything covered for the weekend. I pull out my cell and dial his number.

“Dude, I was waiting,” Rocky complains.

“You got better things to do while you’re in the doghouse?”

“No, and how do you know I’m in the doghouse?”

“Women talk, Rocky, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Yeah, well, what the hell was I supposed to do?” he asks with a raised tone.

“How about not have lunch with your ex?”

“We didn’t have lunch… and she’s not my ex. I slept with her one time like a billion years ago, way before Nikki. I ran into her downtown, and she asked me to join her for a coff

ee. She drank coffee, and I had green tea. End of story.”

“You ordered green tea? Maybe that’s why you’re in the doghouse for being such a pussy.”

“Fuck you, Edwards, hurry up and get pretty boy on the phone.”

“Hang on a sec.” I hit conference and dial Eric’s number, and he answers almost immediately.

“Okay, here’s Eric,” I announce.

“OMG, guys! Are we having a three-way? This is so hot, it’s like one of my wildest wet dreams,” Eric squeals.

“Dude, keep your tiny Tim to yourself,” Rocky states. “I reiterate, I’m all about the pussy.”

“Rocky, that is so racist, just because I’m half Asian doesn’t mean I have a tiny Tim. In fact, I have a medium Tim, apparently not as big as some.” Eric coughs as he says it.

“Can we end this disturbing penis talk? Listen, I need you both to watch Charlotte on the weekend while I’m gone.”

“Why? You think she’s gonna run off with that Baker dude?” Rocky chuckles.

“Oh, snap!” Eric snickers.