Page 16 of Chasing Fireflies

“Over there.” She points. I lean down and turn the small lamp on before walking over to the radio. I put in Prince, and as the music starts, I see my girl smile.

“‘Purple Rain’?”

“The best.” I grin. She shakes her head, and I take her hands in mine.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get up today.”

“I’m sorry you couldn’t either,” I tell her. Her hands go around my neck, and I put mine on her hips. As Prince croons about not wanting to cause anyone any pain, my girl leans in closer and I feel everything—the soft sway of her hips and her PJs against my hands. Her fingers readjust against the skin on my neck, and I look down into her blue eyes as she looks at my lips. Leaning down, I kiss her and hear her inhale deeply as I pull her to me. She tastes like minty toothpaste, letting me know she did get up at one point to brush her teeth, which makes me happy. I hate thinking of her in bed all day, alone. She pulls away.

“Do you love me, Cash?”

“Yes.”

“Show me,” she says. I search her face, looking for any hesitation, but see none. She pulls me to the bed, and I climb on top of her. On shaky arms, I hold myself up and she smiles. I don’t see it often when she is down like this, so it makes my heartbeat pick up. I smile back and lean down to taste her again. Her legs fall open, and I sink between them, gripping her thigh as she links her ankles behind my back. I try to kiss her sadness away, and with my lips I try to tell her how much I love her. She moans when I press into her. I lean back on my heels, taking my blazer off and unbuttoning my shirt. She helps me slide it over my shoulders, but I keep my undershirt on. Her hands go to my belt, and I grab my wallet out from my back pocket. I take the condom out and rip it open with my teeth. She moves up and slides the cotton down her legs. I help pull it off of her. I unzip my pants, and once the condom is on, I look back at her.

“I love you, Sara. I love everything sad and happy about you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Hold on to me, baby.”

She does, and I slowly sink inside her. Her eyes shut, and I see pain in her face. She leans up into my neck, and I press forward.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her as I sink all the way in. I stay still for a moment, letting her get used to me, and when she shifts upward, I move and it’s every fucking thing I thought it would be, and more.

“Cash?” I clear my throat and look up. “Where did you go, baby?”

“Prom night,” I say.

She blushes, and as our food comes to the table, I think I can’t get done fast enough. I want my wife now.

*

Slamming the door shut, I grab Sara and press her up against the wall. “I need you, baby.”

“Have me then,” she says, and that’s all I hear. On a grin I lift her and take her up the stairs. Our clothes come off, our lips find each other, and as I lay her down, I sink inside and make her see fucking stars.

Chapter Six

Cash

Loud buzzing and soft clipping reverberate throughout the shop, and I lean back as Berry gets to work on my beard. “Just a trim, Berry.”

“Yes, sir.’”

I look over when the door chimes open, and in walks a tall man with dirty blond hair.

“Berry.” He nods toward the man working on my beard.

“Lucas,” Berry returns. “How’s the wife doing?”

“Maci’s fine.”

“Maci?” I question. “Are you Maci’s husband?”

“Who wants to know?”

“I’m Cash, Sara’s husband. Your wife just hired mine on at the library.”

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