Page 141 of Unhinged

I drop my hands. “You’re grating on my last nerve, Amos. You’re not a matchmaker in a playground soap opera.”

The fucker ignores me. “Prove to her your feelings are true. Propose to her, Greg. Romance Simone as if you were dating and taking the next step. Buy her an engagement ring and a wedding ring. Renew your vows in a synagogue or church. Don’t let her get away.”

“Just stop. I’m not exactly rolling in money, and she’s in fucking college. She has her life and career ahead of her. She doesn’t need an older loser like me to weigh her down.” My voice cracks, and I realize how much I fear her leaving me after she graduates. My mother has to hire Simone. I’ll make sure of it. The boss’s son has some sway.

Amos sighs as I cross my arms and look toward the kitchen. “You and I need to have another discussion about your future. I will not stand by while you squander it as a bartender.”

“I like it.” I’d rather endure Betsy’s buzzing.

“No, you don’t. But that conversation can wait another day or two. Commit to Simone and your marriage or lose her. I believe she said after completing her internship, she’ll return to Richmond or Dover.”

Stupidly, I turn to him, angrier. “She can’t just leave me.” Fuck, no. We’re now a package deal.

“What would make her stay, really?” Not my unwillingness to father her children. Why in the fuck would she want me?

Sadness and regret make me their bitch. I mutter, “Couldn’t you just say sweet dreams and be done with it?”

I pick up my gym bag, and as I go upstairs, Amos says, “Sweet dreams, Greg.” Asshole.

I knock once on Simone’s cracked open door and poke my head in to see her sitting on the edge of the bed. Her long legs are crossed, and she’s wrapped in a towel. I close the door and say, “Whoa.”

“What were you doing down there? I was going to shower alone.”

“Just Amos existing too hard.”

Simone smiles, and I walk over and kiss her. She whimpers and uncrosses her legs. I move to her ear and whisper, “Can I touch you?”

She moans, “Yes. Anywhere and anytime.”

I slide my hand up her towel, and she lies back on her elbows. I push open her right leg, so she spreads both. Feeling her pussy lips still wet, I slide two fingers into her, slowly at first. Simone pleads, “More, Greg.” She pushes her hips, deepening my fingers. “Harder.”

Since Amos is downstairs, I whisper, “You’re fucking hot, Simone. You don’t know what you do to me, baby.”

She quietly pants, “Greg, fuck. I want your dick. I always do.”

I say, “I can’t get hard yet.”

She pleads, “Pull it out soft. Please. Oh, my God.”

“Hold on.” Somewhat curious, I remove my fingers to open my jeans, confused, but going with it. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do in every situation.

“Get closer.”

I move as told. “Now what?”

“Keep finger-fucking me.”

I shake my head with a smirk as I slip my fingers up her towel and into her hot and pulse-thumping pussy. She slickens more, and I go faster.

“Oh. Oh. Greg. You’re so fucking good at this.” I am? She grabs my hip and frantically scoots closer to my conflicted semi. I slide my fingers in and out like I’m a pro boxer with the jabs until she squeals, “Shit!” Simone bucks her hips as she gushes over my fingers and onto my dick and balls.

I moan with her, feeling Simone’s wet warmth on my junk. I pull out my fingers and grind against her twitching pussy. “Fuck, Greg. I’m coming.” She covers her mouth and yells behind her hand as her clit spasms on my shaft, and her orgasm plasters my balls.

Simone pants as she catches her breath and looks up at me with bright eyes and cheeks. She grips my shoulders and pulls me between her legs as she sits up and whispers, “You’re dripping with me, Greg Rodwell.”

“I am, Simone Rodwell.”

She smiles, but it falters. “I love our time together. I won’t ever forget it.” She reaches up to the side of my head and lightly scratches her nails over my skin. It’s comforting but also turning me on more. “I’ve never been this close to anyone. We find different ways to make love, and it’s… I want… I… Greg…”

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