by Aven Jayce
I wish.
The three of us have moments of awkward silence and fidgeting while we wait for the other guy to show. Haverty does most of the talking, saving me from having to be social. I’m depressed and almost shot myself for fuck’s sake, the last thing I want to do with these two is converse about sports. I smile and pretend I’m interested, but all I’m really thinking about is Ivy, getting rid of my guns so I don’t kill myself, and holding my wife in my arms tonight while we sleep. I want to make love to her. Actual love, not a fuck. Shit, did I just lie to her again? Deceitful bastard.
I look at my phone with hesitation then text her info about Ivy and what’s happening in my office. It’s obvious the Detective’s wondering what the hell I’m doing, and probably wants to know who in God’s name is more important than him right now, but Haverty, my savior this evening, clears the air with two words... his wife.
The Detective grins and nods with an asinine response. “I’ve got one of those.”
What a dick weed. Sometimes I hate men, including myself. Fuck, I’m so miserable.
“Well, Mr. Everton, while we’re waiting, why don’t you tell me how you got that mark on your cheek, and the injury to your fingers?”
“If you knew him like I do, you wouldn’t have to ask,” Haverty responds. “He’s an alcoholic, and I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve caught the idiot falling down those stairs over there,” he nods toward the stairwell that leads to my office. “It’s a weekly occurrence. Next week he’ll probably have broken leg, or a concussion. Welcome to the world of Cove Everton,” he winks at me, and the Detective buys it. Dumbshit.
Finally, a guy shows up and gets to work. I watch him like a hawk while he’s on my computer. I probably could’ve emailed the footage to them, but understand they need to get it themselves so nothing’s edited out. He exports the scene onto a drive and as soon as he’s finished, I walk everyone down to the front door. Can’t get rid of them fast enough. Haverty takes care of the lights while I set the alarm and lock up.
“Should I expect another call requesting my presence at the Scarlett tomorrow?” the Detective jokes.
“If you do, it will be because I burned the place down and decided to start over,” I joke back, although it’s not a bad idea.
We shake and the two walk away. The dogs’ pant and Max fucking pisses on the front of my building again. Haverty shrugs like there’s nothing he can do about it.
“You’re hosing the brick down before we open tomorrow. I love you, Hav, and the dogs right now too, but I don’t want my entrance smelling like dog piss.”
“Fair enough. You love Prudence and Max?” he grins. “Since when?”
“Since an hour ago. It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got...”
“I know, you’ve always got time, but I don’t. Had a long day and I need sleep.”
“You call your dad and Kaitlyn?”
“Taken care of, they’re probably at the hospital by now. Ivy was pretty fucked up when she got here. She was looking for my dad. They met today.”
“Yeah, that will fuck a kid up.”
I throw him an insulted look. “I’m sure my father was nice to her.”
“Dude, chill, I meant the fact that she never knew him before today.”
“Well, I know how it feels to have a missing parent,” I whisper.
“We all do. Why don’t you go home and dip your finger in the honey, it will make you feel better. Just don’t be a dick, or I should say, don’t use your dick in Soph the way you did the other day. You’re better than that. Oh, and try not to think about your tip ramming the baby, that’s just a myth. Some sort of urban legend.”
“How the fuck do these thoughts even enter your thick skull?” I shake my head and change the subject, making sure he gets the image of Soph and I boning off his mind. “Do you know the best way to get rid of a gun, two guns actually? I don’t want those things in my office or at home anymore. I’m not as prepared as I thought for gun ownership. It’s too easy to make a mistake, or for an accident to take place.”
“With you, I don’t disagree. Something you wanna tell me?”
I shake my head and wait.
“Alcoholics shouldn’t own guns, buddy. I told you that when you were buying them. Can I say I told you so, and that you have shit for brains?” he sighs and sets a hand on my shoulder. “You can sell it, but my advice is to hand it over to the police. They’ll destroy them so no one can ever use them for any crime. It’s safer that way, and you don’t need the money, so there’s no reason to get rid of them any other way.”
“So, another trip to the police station?”
“Yeah, but make sure you call for details, and don’t be stupid and bring the guns in loaded. No bullets in the same trip. Got it?”
I nod.
“Alright then, go home and get yourself some lovin’ from that gorgeous wifey of yours. Make her scream and moan, and I’ll do the same for Alyssa, then we can meet back here tomorrow and compare notes.”
“You’re such a dildo.”
“Yeah, but I made you smile, and thanks, you just gave me an idea... haven’t had fun with a toy for a while. She’s due for a double whammy penetration surprise.”
I close my eyes and exhale with a grin, and almost make it to the point of laughter. Haven’t had a good laugh in days. Prudence and Max get a well-deserving pet before I shake Haverty’s hand, pleased to see an astonished look on his face that I touched his dogs. I step backward along the sidewalk while asking him one last question.
“So tomorrow? You think I can take the guns there in the morning?”
He squints with a wrinkled nose in confusion. “Are things that bad, Cove?”
I stop and look into his eyes. My head nods slowly without my brain telling it to do so. I’m on autopilot at the moment, allowing something, or someone else to be in control.
He takes a step forward and raises his hand, as if he’s reaching out for more answers. “No,” he responds firmly. “It looks suspicious to get rid of your guns the day after all this shit went down. You want me to take them from you for a while?”
I turn away, repulsed that I’m so weak, and in front of him no less.
“Cove. Do I need to take you somewhere?” he asks in a softer voice. “‘Cause if what I’m thinking is right, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I shake my head and head for my car.
“Cove!”
“If I wanted to kill myself, I’d already be dead,” I call back. “And thanks for saving me in there. I love you, Hav.”
“You’ll never set eyes on those guns again. I’ll take care of them,” he yells, as I round the corner of the Scarlett and get into my car. My cell’s been quiet and I set it in my cup holder as I pull away; still no return text from Soph.
I wonder if a person can feel free and yet confined in one’s life at the same time? I’m permitted to leave, my mind and body released into the city, headed home, hopefully to fuck, relax, and yet in the morning I’ll be restricted once again with a boa twisted around my body... squeezing tighter and tighter... sucking the air from my lungs.
It’s in the darkness of night that I have this freedom; a time when most are vulnerable, unable to see what could be hiding in the shadows, but that’s not my life. The daylight... that’s when my horror story starts each day. Why even wake up? Who will get fucked over tomorrow? Who will die? Get raped?
I’m starting to believe I live in a Twilight Zone episode. The plot is just that, I can’t escape the show... and every fucking day... every fucking goddamn day... Shit!
Some asshole stands in the middle of the street. I hit my brakes and come to a sudden stop, only about a yard from knocking him off his feet. He’s wearing a hoodie that conceals his face. See, creepy-ass-Twilight-Zone-fucking-shit.
After a few seconds watching him rock on his heels with his hands in his pockets, he steps aside and lets me drive by; my stomach in a knot as my car inches past
him. He never looks up. Never lifts his head for me to see his face. Eerie. I get chills as I watch him in my rear view mirror walking toward my car, instead of away.
Golf ball size drops of rain hit my windshield. A few at first, and then a heavy downpour pelts the car. I’m only a block from our building and enough of a pussy to hit the gas and disappear into our parking garage before the guy from the street catches up.
Lightning flashes then a loud blast rattles my bones. Sounds just like the gunshot from earlier, only louder, as if it struck our building. I rush out of my car and head for the elevator, almost jogging to get there and away from the crazy shit that might be coming after me.
I’m probably just paranoid, but better safe than sorry. This isn’t one of the safest cities to live in, and although our building’s one of the elegant and classy renovations in the area, with high-class tenants, there are still crimes that occur on a daily basis; robbery and theft being the top two.
The lights in our building flicker as I step off the elevator and into our hallway. It’s good to be home. I always feel safe on our top floor, a place where I can view the city from above without having to be in the middle of the chaos. I know it’s probably stupid, but the higher we are and the further away from other people, the more protected I feel. If only that were true.
I set my keys on our kitchen counter and slip out of my shoes, then turn on the surround sound and listen as it plays softly throughout the house. Slow instrumental music, nothing heavy.
Soph must be upstairs, either reading or asleep. She’s all I can think about as I walk up the two iron staircases to our third floor. When I reach the top I lean against the doorframe and admire my sleeping beauty; wearing a lace trimmed red tank and black leggings. She looks so peaceful and happy, with a pile of books next to her on the bed, and her hand resting on one that’s open. I’m surprised to see she’s surrounded by the old school paperbacks tonight, and not hugging her Kindle. I also can’t believe she’s sleeping through this magnificent thunderstorm that’s assaulting the city. Continuous flashes of light and piercing claps of thunder. She must be exhausted not to be awakened by such a storm.
The see-thru fireplace that’s between the bedroom and the bathroom gives me comfort when I see she has it lit, and as the overhead lights flicker once again, and then go out, it’s the only glow left in the room. An illumination of red and orange glimmers across her body and produces dancing silhouette flames across our walls.
I pull off my shirt and place another log on the fire, in need of romance and a desire to fill Sophia’s heart with love. After the breakdown in my office, there’s nowhere to go but up. I can’t sink any lower than almost taking my own life. It was selfish. I know that now as I look at my wife, her beauty, and see the books that are next to her are all pregnancy books. Mayo Clinic Guide to a Healthy Pregnancy, What to Expect When You’re Expecting, Healthy Eating During Your Pregnancy, and a pile of others. It all brings a tear to my eye.
She stirs as I gather the books and move them to the floor. Another shot of lightning shakes the building and she finally opens her eyes.
“Hi, Dove,” I smile.
She stretches her arms over her head and grins.
“You go shopping again?” I whisper and kiss her forehead.
“No, why?” she responds with sleepy eyes.
“All the books.”
“Oh,” she says softly. “Your mother bought them for me. She’s wonderful.”
“Yes, she is,” I kiss her again. “That was nice of her.”
She nods and slips off her tank, exposing her gorgeous chest for a brief moment before disappearing under the covers. She overwhelms me at times. When we first met it was nearly impossible to even look at her body without cumming in my pants, and now, I love to gaze at each exposed area of flesh that she displays. I slide off my jeans and boxers, and join her under our comforter.
“You look sad, Babe.”
“Yeah, you get my text?”
“I did, and your mother also told me about Ivy when she dropped off the books. She okay?”
“I’ll know more tomorrow. I hope so.”
“Me too,” she whispers. “Cove?”
“Yes love?” I kiss her cheek and mouth before she can answer, my dick growing and reaching toward her.
“You okay?”
My fingers flow gently along the side of her face and around to the back of her neck. Her compassionate eyes and expression are crippling to my heart, and the intense love I feel for her at this moment is my answer. “I am. I’m okay.”
Her lips are warm and our heated kisses last for a good half hour while we embrace and caress one another. She cradles my dick in her hand, giving it a teasing squeeze every few minutes. I close my eyes at her touch and exhale with each clasp. She has complete control over me tonight. I’ll do anything for her, give her anything she needs, and Jesus... the things she does for me.
Our tongues are playful, circling, sneaking in and out. She steals my heart and it’s like the first night we spent together; necking like a couple of teenagers. A heavy rain continues to fall around us while we pant and fill the room with heavy moans. Life is perfect at this moment, and I can’t believe I almost gave it all up just because of haunting flashbacks. I’ll get them to stop. Paul. Will. Not. Win.
Lightning reminiscent of fireworks adds to the glow of the room. I trail my fingers from her breast, along her side, and slip below her underwear.
“Fuck, that’s just like setting my fingers inside a newly opened jar of jelly. So slick,” I sigh. “So sticky. I bet it tastes just as good too.”
I kneel between her legs, and with a tender tug, pull her leggings down to expose her sweet pussy. I lift her left leg, and remove her clothing, then the right. She looks splendid naked, her cheeks are flushed with arousal, nipples erect, clit engorged... my fucking goddess.
“Use your good hand and not the splints, they might hurt, okay?” she requests. “I don’t want to get any cut or infection inside, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Sophia. Not tonight. Never again.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Trust me.”
My tongue touches her first. It prowls around her clit, and after a few clockwise passes, digs it’s way between her lips and into her hole. I grin when I hear her gasp. She lowers her hips in an attempt to escape any further breathless indulgence.
“It’s a treat, isn’t it? My thick, soft tongue causing a sensation so extreme you have to fight to keep your eyes from rolling back, battle your lungs to take a deep breath, control your hands from burrowing into the bed like a dog digging for a bone.”
“I’ve become a savage beast because of you. More please,” she begs and pulls the comforter up to her chest, enfolding me inside.
I lick her sweet-smelling pussy like it’s the whipped cream melting on top of a warm latte. I can’t get enough of the taste in my mouth, or the feeling of running my tongue between her tender folds. She squirms, then releases loud moans when my fingers nudge inside. Those sounds, the gasps, I’ll be surprised if I last more than two minutes inside of her tonight.
“Oh,” she cries out. “That tongue of yours is always too much and you know it.”
I’m dying to hear her cum and do everything to get her there, stimulating that clit of hers until she’s about to pop, and yet enjoying the moment so much that I don’t want to rush so that it’s over too soon. My tongue playfully drives her mad, makes her laugh and then... there it is, the swell, the flood, and she’s consumed.
“Fuck!” she screams.
“Yes.”
I slide my dick inside and hold her firmly in my arms as each beat of her orgasm pounds into my flesh.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear. “I love you so much, Beautiful Dove.” Her mouth is open and her muscles stiffen as the lightning that passes through her body matches the flashes outside our bedroom window. She’s brilliant. Stunning. “I’m so lucky to have
you.”
My kisses cover her neck and chest and I touch her until a slower heartbeat and flow of steady breath emerges underneath me. She opens her eyes and a loving smile appears on her face.
“How was it?” I tease.
“Fabulous.”
“You ready for me?”
She nods and wraps her legs around my waist. “Always.”
“Are we okay like this? Me on top, or are you in need of a thrill?”
“Does it matter if the outcome’s the same? Your call.”
“If it’s my call then I want our eyes and our hearts to be as close as possible tonight.”
I watch her face as my body drifts over hers. She keeps her eyes open and steadily gazes into mine, craving me, wanting me to feel her love. I do. I notice her. She’s my fire, the light that warms my soul and keeps me alive.
Our closeness, her proximity to my face... it’s more satisfying than my dick stirring deep inside.
“I lust for you, every inch of you, Soph.” She’s quiet, fixed on my words, and the air passing between her lips and the appetite in her eyes seduces me. “That beautiful face you’ve been blessed with appears in my dreams. And your heart is my biggest shield from evil; knowing it’s mine, and that you love me as much as I love you gives me strength to fight my demons.”
I put my forehead against hers and we exchange soft kisses. The storm’s passing, the thunder further away, and the rain has diminished to a slow drizzle. I’m ready.
“Fuck, I’m close. You okay with that?”
She wraps her arms around my back and takes my mouth in hers. Her tongue circles mine while our sweaty bodies slide on the bed in synchronized thrusts. I lose control and primal sounds escape from my throat. Yeah, I guess she’s okay with that.
I collapse over her; my hips remain in motion with short, quick drives. “Ah,” I repeat until my dick ruptures and cum coats her pussy. “Sophia.”
The fireplace snaps and a bright burst of embers float into the air. My wife’s eyes are radiant from the afterglow of a loving fuck. I fall next to her and gasp for air.
“Whoa, that was absolutely wonderful. I thought we weren’t doing anything thrilling tonight?” she says.