“Slow day. The boss told me to take the rest of it off. How long did you play?”
“Just through grade school.”
“That was grade school level?”
“I was a bit advanced.”
I harrumphed. “You think?”
He ignored my compliment as he stalked toward me, his eyes darkening.
“So lucky me,” he said moving to stand in front of me before he took a squirming Disco from my arms to grant her freedom. “You’re home early and it’s raining,” he murmured leaning in, “what shall we do?”
I swallowed. “I was thinking we could start our book club?”
“Sure,” he said with a smirk, pulling my purse off my shoulder and tossing
it on the couch behind me. “After.”
“After?”
“After,” he whispered, crushing me to his chest before capturing my mouth.
Hours later, I lingered next to a hot running shower, my whole body vibrating as I stood in a daze, my hair a sex afro. My abdomen was screaming, and I winced at the pinch I still felt from his size. The man fucked like Tarzan.
“Hey,” he said in a raspy voice behind me. I turned to see him darken my doorway and took a step back. “I, uh… I can’t do it again, sorry.” I jumped into the shower and ducked under the stream as the door open and he joined me. He chuckled as he turned me to face him. “What’s with the brush-off?”
The banging began below, and I knew I was in a world of shit. I winced as I ducked for the shampoo.
“You’re hurt?”
“I’m sore.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, tilting my chin. “I’m a little rough.”
“A little,” I said with wide eyes.
“Shit, I really hurt you?”
“No, I mean I’m hurting, but it doesn’t really have to do with the sex. I mean it does but…”
“Koti, spit it out,” he said impatiently. “I’m feeling like an asshole here.”
“I have a condition that can make sex painful at times, well after sex.” I glanced at the tile floor. “Sometimes during.”
“You were hurting during?” he asked confused. “Those screams?”
“Were orgasms,” I assured. “Ian, you’re fine. It’s called endometriosis. That’s why I was on the hammock that day crying. It’s awful to endure and a shitty subject, so let’s not talk about it.”
He let out a breath and gripped my shoulders. “Be honest, did any part of that hurt during?”
“No, I swear. I like you but not enough to hurt myself.”
“Okay, so what do we do?”
I laughed. “What do you mean, what do we do? We do nothing. I just have to deal with it.”
I lathered up his hair while he studied me and gave him a faux hawk. “Sexy.”