Page 86 of Demise

“Ride me,” he says, his voice laced with heavy want, his eyes lazy, his pupils stretched. “Make yourself come. Use me.”

I move, rocking on top of him, feeling the rush of pleasure soon after. I grip my breasts as he covers my mouth with his hand. I moan, feeling the heat of my orgasm coat his cock.

He groans, flexing his hips, and then he buries his face in my breasts as he comes.

We’re heavy breathing and unmoving as we come down from our lovemaking.

“I just came to get the books,” he says.

I laugh and move off of him. We clean ourselves up in his bathroom and then head home after he gets what he needed from his desk.

As soon as we walk in the door, I hear my girl laughing. “Cali,” I call out. Her laughter stops, and then I hear feet running through the house. She jumps to her dad first and he lifts her up.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

She giggles. “Uncle John got ice cream on his nose.”

“Ice cream?” I say. “Doesn’t Uncle John know it’s close to dinnertime?”

Johnny walks in from the kitchen. “Glad y’all are here. I’m unenthused about spending the afternoon with this thing.” He fakes disgust.

Cali laughs out loud. “You’re so silly,” she says.

Johnny gifted us tickets to Ireland, and then a few months later, he moved here, too. He met a nice woman who already had a child. Johnny adopted him after they married. They live minutes from us, and Johnny loves to babysit Cali when we need some alone time.

“Thanks, Johnny,” Danny says. “Grab us a beer. Let’s watch the game.”

“I gotta get home,” he says. “Susan’s cooking.”

Danny nods. “Okay. Talk tomorrow. Say hello for us.”

Johnny exits and Danny puts Cali down. She starts to run back to the living room when Danny stops her.

“I’m not the only one who came home, ya know?” he says.

Her eyes widen, and then she runs to me. “I’m sorry, Mama. I love you, too.”

I laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” I kiss her hair, breathing in her sweet smell. “Run along,” I say. She doesn’t hesitate.

“You know I’ll be the boys’ favorite when they arrive.”

Danny smirks. “Maybe,” he says.

We walk through the hall, which holds all the photos I captured of Postings, along with the ones Danny had in his lake house, before turning into the kitchen.

I reach into the cabinet for the spices. Danny grabs a beer from the fridge and the thawed-out steaks. We’re both quiet as we move around one another. We prepare supper as if we’ve done it a million times together, and maybe, by now, we have, but it never gets old. I absolutely adore our life.

Part of me does worry sometimes if this is enough for him. He loved the lifestyle, the rush of what he used to do. There’s no thrill here, just two people who love one another very much, living life the best they can.

Sometime in the middle of flipping the steaks, I stop and look over at him, just as he does me. He smiles contently. I return it before looking back at the pan. I run a hand over my stomach, holding onto my smile.

I feel him near me, and as if he senses my worry that we’re enough, his lips press against my neck and then he whispers into my ear, “You’re everything,” he says. “My love, my happiness, my wife.”

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Danny

(Two years later)

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