Our fingers intertwine and I lift them above her head, continuing my punishing pace.
I suck onto her neck, marking her for all to see, and her pussy becomes impossibly slick. I know she’s close. She always drenches me before she comes.
“Quin, oh god, harder. Give it all to me. Fuck me like you’ve missed me, damn it!” she cries out as I peg the spot inside her with a hard thrust.
With a deep, lustful grunt, I give her what she wants, hammering into her even harder. The pain in my entire body diminishes from the lust taking over my system.
Desire will always be stronger than pain.
She unlaces her fingers and slams her fist against the door as she pushes her ass against me, trying to take me deeper.
I know what’s next and I smirk, feeling smug when a second later she comes. She turns her head, and her mouth drops open on a silent scream. I suck her bottom lip before shutting my mouth over hers and swallowing the whines that begin to escape her.
Her spams electrify my cock, and with a final thrust, I plant myself as hard and deep as I can, fucking gasping down her throat. I have to stop kissing her and inhale a shaking breath. It’s one of the longest orgasms I’ve ever had.
When the last spurt jerks my cock, we sag against the door at the same time, trying to catch our breaths. I kiss her cheek and she tilts her head to the side. I lick down her neck, then nibble along the muscle of her shoulder.
“Wow,” she whispers. “I forgot how good we were at this.”
I chuckle, not wanting to leave her warmth just yet. “I didn’t.”
But she has other plans. She steps to the side and I slip out, leaving my cock shining from our combined orgasms. I don’t have time to enjoy it because she’s jerking her skirt down and back in place. She pulls the broken pieces of her shirt together, her nipples still hard and tenting the material, then she takes a step back.
I tilt my head to the side and reach out for her, but she takes another step away. “Alicia.”
“This…” she shakes her head. “This shouldn’t have happened. It was amazing. It always is, but sex isn’t a good enough reason to be together, Quin. We’re explosive, I know that. No one knows that more than me, but what’s our future here?” She runs to the closet that she and Kimmy share, shucks off the ruined shirt, grabs a new bra, then tugs on a new purple blouse I’ve never seen before.
It’s gorgeous. I’ve always thought she looked amazing in purple.
I tuck myself in my jeans and bend down to pick up my shirt. “I don’t know what the future holds, Alicia. All I know is that I want you in it. I want us. And I want to be Kimmy’s dad. Isn’t that enough?” I ask her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. “Why can’t that be enough?”
She leans against me and sighs. “I hate how good you smell.”
I wore the cologne she likes today just to drive her crazy. I apply pressure to her right hip and spin her around, so she has to look at me. Sliding my fingers under her chin, I force her head up so she has to look at me. “I know I’m not who you expected to be with. I’m not… I’m not what your typical guy looks like, but I swear I’ll be good to you and Kimmy.”
“I don’t care about your eye, Quin.” She works her way out of my arms, and I can tell whatever I’ve said, I’ve pissed her off.
I seem to only make her mad.
“I don’t care about your eye. You’re the only one that cares about your eye, and I get it, Quin. It was horrible, but what happened? Why did it happen? Who are you? That’s what I want to know. You don’t think I love how good you are to me? Do you know I knew I was in love with you because of how you were with Kimmy? It’s everything to me. But you have to tell me something, Quin. I want to be able to take care of you the way you take care of me. Let me.”
“I…” I try to prepare the truth because her green eyes are begging me to say something, but I can’t form words.
She exhales and stands on her tiptoes, her soft lips kissing my cheek. “That is what I mean.” She walks away from me and this time, I don’t stop her. She bends down to pick up her purse and when she leaves, the door is wide open.
The bed squeaks when I sit down and I run my fingers through my hair stressfully, then over my face. The rough material of the eye patch teases my finger and I jerk it off my head angrily. I stare at it with my own good eye while it’s laid out in my palms.
I stand and decide to run after her. I’ll start by telling her one thing: I don’t think I deserve anything good because I don’t look like a good man.
I look like something someone cursed.
And wouldn’t that mean I’d just ruin her too?
I’m too insecure to have her love.
I’m running down the breezeway when I hear the horrible sound grinding from her engine as she pulls out of the parking lot.
“Daddy?” Kimmy’s voice has me coming to a quick stop, my boots sliding against the concrete.
I take a second to compose myself and slip my damn patch back on. I plaster on a fake smile next, place my hands on my hips, and grin at Kimmy. “What’s up, Squirt?” I try to hide the pain I feel and bury it down deep so she can’t see it.
“I can’t figure this problem out. Subtraction is hard.” She pokes out her bottom lip.
“You’re seven. What the hell are you doing learning subtraction already?” Maybe that’s when kids learn these days, but I thought it was how to spell their name and learn the months of the year.
“I don’t know. I found Arrow’s checkbook and there was a lot subtracted from it and I wanted to know what the number was.”
I’m not so much interested in the final numbers as much as I’m interested in what he wrote down in his checkbook…
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I guide her inside and close the door. “I appreciate your… eagerness to learn, Squirt. But reading people’s checkbooks is a huge violation of privacy. You should never do it. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy. So, I can’t ask what a blow-up—”
“Nooope. No, you cannot. Don’t even finish that sentence.” I slam the checkbook shut on the table, then tuck it in my back pocket. Who the hell even balances a checkbook these days? Isn’t that what online banking is for? “Let’s see what you’re supposed to be working on. Okay?”
“Fine,” she dramatically drawls, plopping down in the chair. She pulls out a stack of homework and I’m relieved when I see something as simple as her tracing over other letters to learn cursive.
Good.
“Wait, you know how to read well and try subtraction, yet you’re doing basic shit like this? I mean, stuff. Not shit. Don’t ever say shit.” Damn it.
“I’m really smart, but I don’t want to be in the smarter classes. I like my classes. It’s where my friends are, minus that stupid boy.”
“Boys are stupid and let me tell you, we don’t change much.”
“Is that why you and Mommy aren’t together? Cause you’re being stupid?” she asks as she traces the cursive A.
“Squirt, that’s exactly why we aren’t together. I keep making stupid decisions. I think maybe she might be better off without me. I don’t deserve her. Plus, she’d get tired of looking at a man with one eye.” This time, I do let the pain bleed through, and my voice becomes rough.