by Urban, Ami
“And you know why,” I said, feeling the tone of my own voice drop.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t understand what’s going on.” I took a step toward him.
“I do.”
“You do?”
He met me halfway. In one stride, he was before me, the warmth of his body radiating into me. A short moan escaped my throat when his hands went to my backside.
“You want me to fuck you.”
My knees almost gave out on me. The anger from our earlier argument left, melted away by the heat of my own arousal. I had to grab Jack’s biceps to steady myself. This action only made things worse, however, because it was the same moment he’d tensed his muscles. The way he felt was like a drug to me.
“I do.”
“Your wish is my command, Babe.” Stooping down, he lifted me into his arms, balancing me on his hips. I wrapped my legs around his middle, allowing my robe to fall open. He buried his face in my chest.
“I still don’t understand why I feel this way…” My words came out uneven.
Jack grunted, twisting around and setting me on the dresser. I reached for the zipper on his jeans, but he stopped me. “Not yet.”
“Why?”
He yanked my wrists forward with one hand, forcing me into a kiss. It was exciting. Passion exploded between us. But I still didn’t understand.
Jack hummed against my neck. “You just want some pillow talk, Babe. I can do that.” His fingertips brushed against the back of my neck before his hand slid into my hair.
“I don’t know what that is.” And honestly, I didn’t care.
He pushed his hips into mine as if to show me just how aroused he was. That just spurred me on even more as his lips made a trail to my ear.
“This is pillow talk.” His mouth was on mine for an explosive two-second kiss before he said, “I fucking…” He pushed me back against the wall, his hand slipping down my stomach toward my thighs. “Love…” His index finger slid inside me, forcing a gasp from my throat. “Your tight…” A shiver of pleasure tumbled down my spine. “Little pussy.”
I inhaled sharply. “Jesus, Jack…”
He looked at me. That familiar, smoldering glare which told me it was time to put the children to bed. And fast. He retracted his hand, leaving a strange, hollow feeling. The next thing he did was one I will never forget. What little willpower I still had left me in a split second.
He slid the finger into his mouth, watching me as he did so. Then, he hummed his approval. “You taste good, too.”
“Jack…”
“Try it.” He pushed into me again. “Tell me what you want.”
But I could hardly function. All my body wanted was him. So, I started there. “I want you.”
Jack voiced his disapproval against the skin of my wrist as he brought it to his mouth. “You want me to what?”
My head fell back against the wall with a muted thump. “Make love to me.”
“No.” He stopped was he was doing, causing my breath to hitch. “You can come up with something better.” His fingers tugged at robe, but I was sitting on it. It slid out from underneath me with a subtle swish. I was naked in front of him. His burning gaze was fixed on my body. Then, he came to me, folding me into his arms. “I love your body.”
My hands explored his latissimus dorsi. When it tensed under my fingers, I felt another flutter between my legs.
“Let’s try this again.” His voice was just above a harsh whisper. “I wanna make you come.”
“Jack…”
“Tell me what you want.”
What I wanted was to just get right down to it. He was teasing me, and impatience had begun to rear its ugly head. But, I couldn’t deny the level of aroused excitement he was generating in me. “I want you inside me.”
There was a tiny convulsion that ran through his body. I almost didn’t notice it. But then, his expression went back to heated as a growl emanated from deep inside his chest.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” He came to me again, picking me up by my backside and spinning me around toward the bed. Then, he laid me down gently, the heat of his body meeting mine. I watched as he removed his jeans with excruciating slowness.
“Jack…”
“Hey!” He lunged forward and grabbed my hand before it could reach between my legs. Then, he wagged a finger at me. “Naughty, naughty.”
I didn’t understand.
“Patience, Babe. Patience.”
“Please, hurry.” My blood had thickened right in my veins and I wanted him more than anything. I would’ve given my career for him in that moment.
He let me go, pushing his jeans to the floor. And I couldn’t help but marvel at the way his body was built. He was my definition of yummy.
When he joined me in bed, I felt his erection slide against my belly. A moan tumbled from my mouth before I could stop it. Why would I have wanted to stop it?
“Here’s the deal, Babe.” The pads of his fingertips brushed against my hot skin. “You can have my cock, okay?”
I found his word usage strange, but no other thoughts aside from sex were at the forefront of my brain. “Yes.”
He kissed me, his lips lingering against mine for some time. His next words were whispered. “But I want you to do something for me.”
“What?” I honestly didn’t care. Whatever it was – aside from our previously discussed boundaries – I’d do it.
The gruff tone of his voice pierced into my soul. “I want you to ride me. Hard.”
April 20 – Jack Reynolds
Fucking bullshit, asshole, cock-sucking, motherfucker.
I kicked a rock from the porch, sending it skittering into the dirt. A cloud of dust puffed around it as it fell. For some reason, that pissed me off.
“It’s too fucking dusty out here.” Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed my packet of cigarettes and shook one out. The first inhalation was like a hot stack of money to a homeless person.
You’re weird.
“Shut the fuck up.” Throbbing wracked my brain. It was like I couldn’t think of anything else but the fucking pain in my knee. It was just pumping through every vein. With every beat of my heart, a sharp ache wound its way around my thigh and into my hip. My argument with Lisa just made it worse.
Time for your next dose, bud.
Oh, fuck. He was right.
I stepped off the porch into the dirt, crossing a section of unpaved driveway toward our car. Shoving the cigarette in my mouth, I used both hands to root around inside the glove compartment until I found the black pouch with my syringes. It was time to take them inside anyway.
I unzipped the pouch, letting my fingers touch each preloaded hypo. Then, I selected the second to last one and slapped the case closed.
Jesus. Hurry the fuck up.
Don’t rush me, asshole.
I shoved the pouch in my back pocket, took a drag of the cigarette while putting the needle between two fingers, then let out my breath in a slow puff. Sincerely…I hoped I was pissing him off.
But then a twinge of pain lit me up. So, I popped the top off the hypo and shoved it into my arm. Right where Lisa showed me. And it only took about two minutes to start feeling its effects. As I made my way back toward the porch, Silas began singing in my head, making me miss the giant puddle of mud until my boots were covered in it.
I grumbled. “You’re the bane of my existence. A plague on the world. Go eat a bag of donkey dicks.”
Why so grumpy?
“Are you serious?” I took a final drag off my cigarette.
Why wouldn’t I be? You’re losin’ it, Reynolds.
“Like I haven’t heard you say those exact words before…” I rolled my eyes to the back of my head.
I heard a groaning in my brain. God, what happened to you? You used to be independent. You used to not care what people said about you. Now you’re whipped. You let a woman into your life and now she runs it. The only thing she’s good for is a hit it and q
uit it. I always knew you were a sucker for a tight puss.
“It’s way more than that, dude.”
Right. Sorry. A tight pussy and a perfect ass.
“There you go.” Smoke drifted from my lungs.
But what’s that worth, Reynolds? Losing your sanity? You know the only reason you’re in this much pain is because of her. Because of her, you met that fucking couple on the side of the road and that fucking faggot shot you in the knee.
“What’s that got to do with her?”
You were saving her. That’s why he shot you. And you had to fucking kill him to get her back. You had to commit murder. If you’d never met her, you wouldn’t be here right now.
“Yeah. I’d probably be dead.”
No, she would. You’d be fine. You can shoot. You can fix cars. You even know Morse code. Like…what part of that screams instant death?
Huh. He was right.
You’d likely be sitting on an ever-growing pile of bitches, man.
I snorted. “No, that’s you.”
Oh, yeah.
The throbbing in my head subsided a bit, allowing an aftershock of a white-hot burn to shoot up my knee. I crouched over to rub it. “Fucking Oxy…”
Man, ten every twelve hours ain’t enough.
“Tell that to Lisa.”
Fuck that bitch. She dragged you to hell and left you there. Look at you. You’re raising two kids who aren’t even yours. The baggage on this woman…
I flicked my cigarette. It landed near the toe of my boot. “That’s exactly what I called it the first day we met.”
What? Baggage?
“Yeah.”
Well, it’s true. And I bet you anything those brats’ll be quick to call you a jerk if you so much as look at ‘em wrong.
Well, Lexi had called me a dick and an asshole. Her resolve was strong but calling me names was out of the question. She could not speak to me that way.
And your cunt of a wife defied you! She defied you, man!
Recalling Lisa’s reaction in the parlor, my blood ran hot. Why hadn’t she gotten the kid out of there the first time I asked? Why did she wait until the very last minute? And why did she side with Lexi?
Because you’re the odd man out. They all have a history together. You’re replaceable.
“What’s new? I’ve always been—”
The horizon lit up with a brilliant white light, cutting my sentence short. I cowered, covering my eyes from the blinding flash.
“What the fuck?”
The wind picked up, sending dust pluming across the wooden slats of the porch. My cigarette butt rolled over on itself lazily as the breeze pushed it along. When I stood tall again, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
In the distance, a white column of smoke rose from the ground, blooming into a mushroom at the top. A ring of black smoke surrounded the outside of the fiery cloud. An ocean of cotton crawled out from underneath the explosion. And a sonic wave was heading right for me.
“Shit!”
No. It couldn’t be happening. Not like that. Not when I’d just spent the evening screaming at my wife and kids. Not when she was upstairs pissed as hell at me.
“Lisa!” I yelled her name, turning toward the door. But it was locked. I pounded on it, tried the handle again, then spun around to face the wave of sound speeding toward me. In a flash of spontaneity, I dove under the porch swing, covering the back of my neck.
Pressure and heat pressed down onto my body. Covering my ears from the noise seemed to do nothing. It was like it was inside my head. The reverberations from the decibel level bounced around inside me. It seemed to overtake my entire body. Bits of rocks and packed dirt were now stinging my arms with the force of the wind. The sky had turned red. I had to find my wife.
No. You gotta save yourself.
The second shockwave was coming. A thin line of debris was speeding its way toward the house. I stood, only to be knocked back down on my ass by the blast. Heat washed over me, sending little pinpricks of pain up my arms. I looked down.
The skin on my forearm had begun to bubble. I watched it fill with pus, then explode, dripping down in a hot, runny mess. The same was happening on my other arm. To my horror, I began to melt.
The door to Huntington House smashed open. I whirled around, ignoring the hot knife of pain as my clothes adhered to what was left of my skin. Guests poured outside, a writhing mass of tangled legs and arms.
“Lisa?!” I ran toward them. Halfway there, my left knee gave out. The bone snapped beneath my weight. I screamed, going down. Red dots popped and zoomed in front of my eyes. I lifted a hand to rub it over my face but stopped short.
My thumb was gone. When had that happened? Black, sticky goo ran from the wound where it used to be. The skin of my palm had been worn away. Striated tendons quivered in the harsh light.
And suddenly, a face swam before mine. But whose it was I couldn’t say. Their stringy wisps of hair had been burned away, leaving black, kinky steel wool in its place. The skin around their face had sloughed off. Nothing but the muscles were visible. But those were starting to melt too.
The person opened their mouth to speak, but all their teeth were missing. Bloody holes stared at me from a gaping maw. Each eyeball had deflated in its socket. A milky white fluid dripped down their cheeks. I shut my eyes against the image, but my lids had been destroyed. A darkness descended upon me. My crotch felt wet. Somehow, I knew my dick had turned to a bloody mess. I could feel the life draining from my body.
Except it didn’t drain into a gray haze, but rather a wave of pleasure. Black specks of ash rained down upon me, washing away the world as I knew it. And suddenly through the visual snow, faint moans of pleasure mixed with heaving gusts of wind. The ashes swirled into a tornado of noise.
And suddenly, I felt pressure on my hips. The blackness at the edges of my vision cleared and Lisa was on top of me, riding me harder than she ever had.
And the low growl that tore from my throat didn’t even sound like me. “Jesus Christ, Babe. I’m gonna come.”
A wave of icy pleasure shot from the tips of my toes to my eyeballs. It was like another goddamn explosion. I wasn’t sure how many more I could take.
To my surprise, Lisa snatched a pillow from the bed, pushed it into her face and screamed my name into it. I’d never seen her do anything like that. It completely blew my hallucination out of the water. I forgot about it in seconds flat.
She fell down on top of me, breathing hard. Then, she nibbled my neck, snuggling into my body. “You have a very good point.”
“Huh?” I rubbed a hand over my face, thankful for my thumb joining the other fingers again.
Lisa chuckled next to me. I looked at her. Her eyes were alight and cheeks aflame. She looked beautiful. Hair a mess and breathing hard. “I’m sorry. That was hours ago.” She rolled over onto her back, pushing a hand through her tangled hair. Then, she heaved the most comfortable sigh I’d ever heard. “I’m giving Lexi her own room. And we’ll try to give you some time in the evenings between your doses. I apologize we’ve been apathetic toward your pain.”
We were silent for a while. My head was abuzz with thoughts of atomic bombs, melting people and a naked wife. They were not images that complimented one another. To my left, Lisa’s breathing deepened.
“Babe?”
She didn’t answer. I brushed my fingers against her arm. “Babe?”
She stirred. “Hmm?”
“UTI prevention.”
“Mm-hm…” Her hum faded into deeper breathing again.
“Babe?” I nudged her again.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Mm… I suppose.” The sheets rustled as she lazily sat up in bed. Then, she ambled toward the bathroom, shutting the door. The sliver beneath lit up a second later.
You’re welcome. Silas’s voice broke the silence in my head.
What did you do?
Banged your wife.
Fuck you.
You should’ve seen her.
She was pissed as fuck. Ready to tear you a few new assholes.
Whatever. She’d never do that.
Wanna know how I did it?
Did what?
Convinced her to forgive you and then fuck your brains out.
No. I don’t.
Dirty talk. Man, she loves being told she has the tightest pussy.
Stop.
Dude, what’s your fuckin’ problem? You got to come without having to work for it.
That’s not—
Thank me later.
How about I thank you never. And if you do that again, so help me…
Before he could answer, Lisa slid back into bed next to me, then pressed her naked body into mine. “That was amazing, Jack.” Her whisper burned me to the core. Like fire. “Let’s do that more often.”
Fucking told you.
April 30 – Jack Reynolds
I’d tossed and turned for three hours before I realized I wasn’t going to sleep. The Oxy tended to keep me awake unless I smoked a powerful Indica thirty minutes before bedtime. I glanced over at Lisa, sleeping soundly with her back to me. The steady rise and fall of her shoulders put me at ease.
I never realized how boring it is in here. Go have another hallucination so I can satisfy your wife again.
I rolled my eyes at Silas’ voice. When he was active, he made sure I got zero sleep. So, I decided it was time to find some weed. But where?
I descended the stairs to the dark living room. The porch light was on, bathing the concrete in a pallid yellow slice of light. A twinge of pain fired through my thigh. But it was bearable. Ignorable.
I shook a cigarette out of its pack, sticking it between my lips as I leaned back against a porch column. I cupped my hands in front of my face to shield the wind while lighting it, then flicked it on, drawing deep. For a moment, my head was quiet. The only sound was the rustling of trees above me.
Aw, man! Come on! Who doesn’t like getting their rocks off? You’re so weird.
And you’re a broken record.
I’m only broken because you won’t let me get laid. Not even when I’m dead! What kind of friend are you?
I snorted. “One that’s alive.”
Meh. Fuck you.
A smile pulled at my mouth. Take that, Silas! I took my cellphone out of my pocket. It was late. Very late. And I needed to sleep. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I texted Brendon.