“I thought you would never ask. I know we talk about it a lot, but I never thought you would balls up enough and ask me,” she says unaffected, calling my bluff.
“Oh, is that right sassy little shit?” I squeeze down on her knee, causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles.
“That tickles, I was joking!”
“Say mercy!” I squeeze harder this time leaning forward and adding my full bearded face in her neck.
“Mercy, baby. I’m sorry!”
“Tell me you love me and my dick is big,” I mumble biting her neck.
“No, that’s crude!” she giggles, half appalled but still amused.
“I’ll eat your pussy good tonight.” Lana’s a dirty woman and her favorite thing is a good oral fixation.
“Cheater! Okay! I love you and your dick is huge!”
“Damn, you dirty minx!”
“You’re a pervert, I think that makes you worse than me!” She squeezes my biceps as I drop my head to her shoulder and laugh. The overwhelming excitement calls to me, giving me a moment of solitude.
“You love it.”
“More like loathe it.”
“Yeah, sure, let me hear you say differently while I’m balls deep in you tonight.”
“Slut,” she calls me out.
“Minx,” I retort and just like that we laugh together. Lifting her carefully I carry her sweet little ass to the bedroom.
I’m sluggish going into work. Kingston worked and twerked my pregnant body into all new positions. I think he’s been reading some kind of ‘How to fuck a pregnant woman many different kinky ways.’ I feel like that’s something my horny alpha man would do, but I digress.
I also have a huge secret weighing heavy on me and I slept barely two hours last night, the secret eating at me. Every morning last week, I would wake up to go get my morning tea and go down to get the mail and there was some sort of “gift” from the one man who tormented me for years waiting at my door. The man who completely destroyed my ability to truly love or trust anyone.
Joel.
Flowers with notes about missing me. Pictures from when we were dating with crypt dark poems on the back. Pictures of my bruises, the ones he would take after he’d beat me and I’d fall asleep. He kept them as some sick token of our terrible relationship. I burned them all, destroying anything that I could so Kingston wouldn’t know.
He would snap, completely fall into a manic rage if he saw the things Joel was sending or worse, saying. Every time I blink I see little images in my head of the words he sent me.
You know I think about you and your fat thighs wrapped around me. Try to lose some weight before I come back to get you.
I blink, only to see another one.
I hate the way you’ve been acting lately, fucking that prick Kingston behind my back. What should your punishment be? You did behave for quite some time when I carved a nasty scar into your hideous skin.
I try blinking a few times and almost vomit when the image he took of me naked and bruised, a broken woman under the hands of an evil man, flashes in my mind.
“Lana, you okay? You look pale! Did you fall? Lana!” I open my eyes and assess my surroundings, I’m on the ground beside my car. In my array of flashbacks, I must have crumpled to the ground, crouching in fear.
Shayla is at my side, bending down slowly, the best she can for being seven months pregnant with twins.
“I’m fine, I just got a little dizzy that’s all. It’s nothing really.” I shake it off, attempting to stand. She keeps a steady hand on my arm and once I’m standing at full height, I lose my breakfast, puking all over the street next to my car.
“Okay, you are not fine. Come inside, let’s get you some water.” Guiding me on my shaky legs Shayla and I walk through the back entrance of the store. Stepping into our office, Shayla lays me on our gray button couch and heads to the fridge to get me a water bottle.
“I’m fine, Shay, just morning sickness,” I advise her. I know if I even whisper a word of his name, Shayla will have Kingston here in the blink of an eye. Have you seen that road runner cartoon? Yeah, faster than that thing.