Page 54 of The Write Off

I’m drunk on the pleasure he’s giving me. I start to buck against him, my release nearing, but he keeps me steady, his hands on my hips controlling our pace as he edges me closer.

“Nothing has ever felt this good, Rilla.”

I want to say it back. I want to tell him how good he feels, how much he makes me feel, but the words refuse to come. My head leans back against his shoulder and I feel myself tightening around him. Knowing what I want without needing me to ask, he moves one hand between my legs and pinches my clit.

“That’s it, Kitten. Come for me.”

I do, screaming his name over and over like it’s the only word I’m capable of while he carries us both home.

We lay facing each other afterwards. It’s an odd combination of being exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. Sated and yet always wanting more. I honestly feel like I could stay here all day, but my bladder has other ideas.

Logan protests when I creep towards the edge of the bed, but relents when I promise to be right back. There is a chill in the apartment and I throw on the first clothes I see on my way to the bathroom.

After relieving myself, I wash my hands with every intention of crawling back in bed with my Pretty Boy Stalker. Before I can make it there, a loud knock sounds at my door.

Assuming it’s Betty I pad to the door, ready to tell her I’m not up for breakfast, or craft fairing, or alphabetizing my spice drawer.

“Surprise!” I barely have time to register what’s happening before my mother’s arms are around me, squeezing the life out of me.

“Mom…Dad.” My father beams down at us while my mother continues to lovingly strangle me. “This is a surprise.”

“I know! Isn’t it wonderful?” She gives me one more bone crushing squeeze and a quick kiss on the cheek before breezing into the apartment. “You’ve moved a few things around!”

After accepting a much gentler hug from my dad, I close the door, still reeling from my surprise guests.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I watch her flit around my apartment, examining the space. We had a few unseasonably warm days before the weather turned chilly again, but my mother is dressed like Spring is here and here to stay. Her cheerful pastel green coat matches her oversized, square glasses frames.

“Your father wanted to try his new Benz out on the highway and we thought we may as well make a day out of it.”

I exchange a knowing look with my father and she breaks. “I miss my babies. Okay? I’m a grown woman who can do as she pleases and I wanted to see my little ones.”

“We’re both taller than you and nearing thirty.”

“You and your brother will always be our babies. I didn’t want to wait until Easter to see you! So get dressed. We’re taking everyone to brunch!”

“Great! I love brunch.” I open the door again, thinking fast on my feet. “Why don’t you mosey down the hall and grab Josh and Betty while I grab a quick shower.”

“No need to grab us,” my brother says as he breezes through the open door, Betty hot on his heels. She gives me an apologetic shrug before greeting my parents.

“We texted them when we were an hour out,” Mom explains as she hugs my brother. “Didn’t want to drop in unexpectedly on the love birds in their new nest.”

Well, I’m glad to see you respect someone’s privacy, Mother.

Everyone is busy exchanging hugs and I’m desperate to get them out of here so I can swiftly extradite Logan.

“Great. The whole gang is here.” I clap my hands both to fake enthusiasm and get everyone’s attention. “Like I said, I need a shower so why don’t you all go catch up next door and I’ll meet you there in, say, fifteen minutes?”

Josh quirks an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t say anything.

“Of course, Dear. I’ll just pop to the bathroom to freshen up before we go.” My mother moves closer to the bedroom, closer to Logan.

No, no, no.

“That reminds me, did you hang up the curtains I bought you the last time we were–oh!”

Fuck.

My usually unflappable mother appears once again in my living room looking…well, rather flapped.

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