I stopped thinking and let my body take over, focusing only on how fucking good Sloane felt. When she met my thrusts, I let myself go, deepening, quickening. Sloane wrapped her legs around my waist and cried out her release. Seconds later, I followed.
I slowed, but was in no hurry to separate my body from hers. Still inside her, I shifted our two bodies so I didn’t crush her slight frame with my weight.
When I felt Sloane trying to wriggle away, I held her still. “Not yet,” I said. “Let me feel you.”
She remained where she was for a few more seconds. “I need to get up.”
“Okay.” I pulled out but kept my hand on her waist. “Look at me,” I said when she tried to hide her face. She shook her head and tried again to get up, but I wouldn’t relent. “Sloane, look at me.”
“No.”
I put my hand on the side of her face and turned her toward me. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Just let me go.”
This time, I did and watched her rush off in the direction of the bathroom. I sat up and looked down to remove the condom. “Fuck,” I muttered, noticing two things. First, it was ripped. Second, I could see faint traces of blood. I heard the shower go on and made my way down the hallway. The door was closed, and when I tried the handle, I found it was locked.
“Hey, Sloane? You okay in there?”
“I’m fine,” I heard her holler back.
“Why’d you lock the door?”
“I don’t know. Habit. I’ll be out in a sec.” I heard the water shut off a literal second later. The door opened, and Sloane scooted past me with a towel wrapped around her.
I went in, disposed of the condom, and got in the shower to rinse off. After getting out, I grabbed a towel, put it around my waist, and padded back to the bedroom.
“Hey, where’d you go?” I shouted as I walked out to the main room. I didn’t get any response, and the place wasn’t big enough that she wouldn’t have heard me.
I went back into the bedroom to look for my clothes. As I pulled on my pants, I heard an alert on my phone. I swiped the screen and looked at Sloane’s text.
Got called into work. Lock the door behind you.
What…the…fuck? When I tried to call her to say those exact words, it went straight to voicemail.
Three days later, I still hadn’t been able to reach her. I tried calling; every time, it went to voicemail. I stopped by her parents’ house, but other than to say hello, I couldn’t think of any way to find out when Sloane was last home, so I asked how she was. That alone got me an odd look from both of them. I even went back into the city and staked out the damn apartment building.
Finally, I decided to say fuck it and called Halo.
“How’s Onyx?” I asked when he answered.
“No change.”
“Thought I’d head down to DC.”
“I can keep you updated if you don’t feel like it.”
“Nah. I’m getting bored up here anyway.”
“Let me tell ya, brother. It ain’t exactly fun times around here.”
“I stopped in to see your parents yesterday.”
“Yeah, my mom try to feed you?”
I laughed. “I told her straight off I couldn’t stay.”
“It was nice of you to stop by. I feel kinda bad for not going home like you did.”