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“Then why are you crying?”

“Because it’s too much money.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulder, and I say to the realtor, “We’ll take this one, too.”

She twists sideways, pressing her hand against my chest. “No, Joey. This is too much.”

“Nothing’s too much for you. You love it, it’s yours.”

Teagan takes my mom’s hand, wandering through the house, both pointing out things they love while I talk to the realtor.

The buying of homes has been going smoothly. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, forcing me to be on extra alert. For some reason, I feel a lingering uneasiness. Jimar is out of the picture, and we haven’t had any issues with anyone else. But James is still underground. Waiting. In my heart, there’s no way he knows where we are, except I can’t underestimate him. He’s a dark chameleon. There is no telling what he’ll do. This is a fear I haven’t been able to shake. My mom and Teagan are easy targets. If something were to happen to them, I’d never be the same again. I might even follow.

Sean is the last to find a home. Within the residential area of where we bought, five blocks away, he finds a three-bedroom Cape Cod house set on a half-acre of land. It’s all white with blue shutters and a canary yellow door. He glances at me and mouthsfirst thing to change. This makes me smile. Sean’s grown comfortable with the idea of being gay, but he’s still guarded. He’s more open about it with Teagan and my mom. They’ll subtly gesture to another man, asking what he thinks, and he’ll give his opinion. I think the two women in my life want to find out what his type is even though the man doesn’t know himself. He’ll figure it out. I’ve grown accustomed to his sexual orientation, too. It’s not that I’m a homophobe, which all the crazies in the world jump to immediately. I had to first adjust to the fact my best friend was in love with me from childhood, and after the conveyor belt of women he went through, it’s men he’s attracted to. I’m hoping he finds what he’s looking for in the near future.

Inside the house, a large living room opens into a kitchen on the left, and the right has a closed-in room, ideal for an office. There’s a small reading room across from the kitchen. All three bedrooms are on the top floor. We close the deal, and uncharacteristic of Sean, he hugs me, thanking me for the money.

Chapter 19

I’d like to refer to the past month as an awakening month. Besides all the work we’ve done on the house, Joey and I have also found our daily routines, sex being one of them. The man is a walking sex machine, without an off switch, sporting a hard-on and taking me wherever he finds me. In the bathroom. The kitchen while cooking. On top of the couch. Outside, in the grass and on the terrace. No matter how cold, sex heats things up. It creates a fog around us, challenging Joey to fuck at warp speeds to break the speed of light. Of course, it’s impossible, but it doesn’t stop him from trying.

And as does our daily sex life leave me achy, smiling, and content, so do our conversations while we play house. What’s nice is that the setup of the house allows for us to establish our personal space. Joey’s home office is down a hall from the kitchen, and my work space is on the other side of the house which opens onto a little solarium overlooking the yard. It’s gorgeous, watching the sun melt the morning frost on the grass. Since it’s only the beginning of March, the trees and shrubs continue to lie bare. I’m looking forward to seeing the blooms in mid to late spring.

I’ve tried to register at the local college a half hour away. It took me a lot of groveling, even proving my 3.9 GPA, but they only agreed I could sit in after Easter as a guest. We have one car, and I think my possessive husband enjoys it, giving him the opportunity to drive and pick me up from school. For now, I don’t push the fact that I’d like my own car. He’s already given me a beautiful home and allowed me to have my work space connected to the solarium. There is a side door off the hallway into the solarium for him to enjoy the room, which he does. While I’m going over the material from the classes I sit in, he’ll sneak in for a reading break. Joey reading is the next best thing to him being naked.

In the kitchen, I’m packing my lunch for school later this morning. Joey’s working in his office, which is why I’m listening to music through my earbuds, so I don’t disturb him. Our kitchen is homey and I’m loving it. There’s a brick wall to the side where the hallway begins, which has two built-in arched shelves. The cabinets are a blue finish, matching the outside of the house, gray marble countertops atop them. Fixed to a wood beam are three caged candle lights inside a metal and glass frame.

Yesterday, I cooked a huge pot of chicken rice soup, allowing leftovers for Joey. I’m dancing around to an upbeat rhythm when he grabs me by the waist, making me scream.

I take one of the earbuds out, and smack his chest when I say, “You scared me.”

Joey snuggles his nose into my hair, taking a huge inhale. “How long before we leave for school?”

“I have a little over an hour.”

“That should do.”

He grabs my hand, leading me into the solarium as I ask, “What should, do?”

Joey doesn’t give me much time to talk. He replaces the earbud so I can’t hear him. His fingers skirt under the hem of my sweater before raising it over my head, tossing it on the chair. I’m about to protest, but he takes a hold of my jaw, and his mouth silences my words. It’s a lustful, heady kiss, and undeniably asserts his desires. Pressed into one of the many windows in the solarium, his lips and tongue claim my mouth with brutality. He breaks away just enough to place a blindfold over my eyes.

My hand latches onto the side of it, but Joey clutches my hand, removes one of the earbuds, and says, “Leave it,” putting it back in.

Damn, his words alone make me wetter. My hand loosens and falls to my side. He helps me out of my jeans and underwear and unsnaps my bra. I’m completely naked in front of the windows. Joey turns me facing away from him on display to the backyard. He places my left hand against the frame of the window and my right foot lifted and placed on the frame on the other side. I’m standing diagonally. I can’t hear or see anything, but I feel the cold window on my pussy when he pushes his body into me. The coldness juxtaposes the heat from the rest of my body. My mind is in knots over the sensations. The loss of sight and hearing heightens everything. I’m on alert, anticipation stroking my core.

His fingers softly run over the slightly opened crack of my ass, circles my clit, skimming along my slit, and plunging inside me. I moan, press my forehead to the window without realizing it, and ride his fingers. My back arches as I go on my tippytoes, coming down on his fingers, and he continues. Condensation moistens the window as I wipe my cheek over it. Up, down, calf on fire, my hand gripping the frame. My orgasm hits, forcing a muffled scream through the music. I lower onto my foot, but it doesn’t stop Joey from pumping his fingers for my release to last.

In no time at all, his thumbs soak up my juices, circling and diving all the way to the base of his palm. My muscles ache from this position, so I lower my right leg to alleviate and avoid cramping. Joey won’t have it. He grabs my thigh, lifts it until my knee is near my side, ramming his cock inside me. I groan and imagine what I look like. My breasts are smashed against the window, pussy spread for all to see, while Joey fucks me. His other hand twists into my hair, angling my head back, as he propels deep. The head of his cock batters my cervix. It’s painful. Pleasurable. I rise onto my toes again to lessen the pain. But I want it as much as I don’t.

Joey frees my hair, snaking around and grasping my throat enough to pin my back to his chest. My head rests on his shoulder, freeing my mind. I drift into headspace, embroidered with the sensations Joey delivers to my body. I’m floating in the clouds, fingertips brushing against snowcapped mountains. Birds fluttering above. Then I’m falling. My stomach drops weightless toward a roaring fire. Heat and the rush of liquids have me yelling out, back again at Joey’s mercy. Another snap of his hips, and his body vibrates, lightly biting my shoulder. It’s provocative, mirroring this entire fuck session.

Joey pulls me back from the window, licks his bite mark, and allows me to see again. I’m spent, staring into our yard, my naked body reflected in the window. It’s surreal at the same time tranquil.

He takes out one of my earbuds and whispers, “Mine,” which haunts me and makes me smile.

I’m disturbed by the fact I’m comforted that he claims me like property. A possession. Maybe it’s because I know better. Joey accepts all of me, even the stubborn parts, and he respects my traits and choices. So, hearingminepebbles my nipples, causes my core to weep, and seeps into my satiated state.

Joey snaps me out of my wanderings when he asks, “You okay, Love?”

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