Page 77 of Defect
“Bornto take it,” I reiterated in pulses of sound pushed out through how deep his cock was buried inside of me.
“I know I shouldn’t be fucking you without a condom but you feel so good.” I looked at his big hand splayed across my belly. Caramel splashed across chocolate. My mind floated to the impossible possibility of the same flat belly Ezra had his hand stretched across being round and full with a little bit of him and a little bit of me. The thought forced tears down my cheeks.
“I thought I told you, sunflowers don’t cry baby.” He slowed his pace and drove his flawless dick so deep into me that I couldn’t breathe. Colors smeared in front of my eyes as my body climbed toward an orgasm.
“I want you to come in me,” I begged like a crazy woman with tears streaking my brown face.
“You sure? I can still pull out.”
“Ezra, come in me,” I moaned, throwing my ass back to meet his powerful strokes.
“Fuck…” he groaned snapping his eyes shut. He held me in place and poured his silky heat inside of me like I wanted. I was crazy but I didn’t care right then. The way he soaked into my soul was like a thick baseline and I rode that shit. “Solana,” he breathed after his balls were empty and I was full with him. My name sounded like the gospel on Sunday coming from him.
My day was made.
Balance was restored.
…
“There. Your LLC is all purchased, Ezra. What do you want to do now?” I clasped my hands together under my chin after my last class and peered up at Ezra, beaming. He rubbed my knee and shook his head in disbelief.
“I can’t believe I have an LLC.” Soft R&B echoed through the air while we sat in front of the computer staring at the document that told Ezra he was a business owner. The world was his and I hoped he was finally realizing that.
“You do. The Sunflower Tea Company is real.”
“Thank you, Solana. You didn’t have to do that for me. It means a lot that you believe in what I’m doing.”
“I didn’t have to do it but I wanted to. That’s more important. If I did it out of obligation, Ezra it wouldn’t carry the same weight. That’s why I believe in not doing anything you don’t want to do. It makes the sentiment that much sweeter whenever you do something.”
“Like being with me,” he said sliding closer to me.
“Like being with you. I want to be with you every day and every night.”
“Do you?” He tucked a loose wisp of hair behind my ear and slid his fingers down my neck. I nodded and smiled up at him.
“Come on, let’s go get your things from your mother’s house and lug them across the street before she comes home.”
“Yeah, I’m with you on that.” We went to my car and I handed him the keys. I wanted him to get all the driving experience in that he could. It would build his confidence.
He drove us back to our street with no problem. He parked in my driveway and went across the street to his mother’s house. I don’t know why he acted shocked to see me right behind him. Didn’t he know that whatever tough shit he had to deal with, I’d be right there by his side?
“I’m helping. Don’t try to stop me.” I walked right in when he unlocked the door. The living room was full of pictures of Ezra and Everett from birth until right before Everett died. My heart was extremely heavy walking through the living, breathing memorial. High on a shelf, there was nothing but pictures of Everett. His funeral program sat in the middle of the makeshift collage along with a crucifix.
Everything about the inside of that house brought my energy down. How the fuck did Ezra survive in there place day after day?
I was more than happy to go upstairs. “It’s like she memorialized Everett right here in the house without any regard to how it would make you feel,” I said once we were in Ezra’s room.
“Yeah. I know. I have to see his face everywhere but it doesn’t matter because I can never escape the mirror. I just hate reliving the memories constantly when I’m not in a space to do that yet.” He pulled a few bags out of the closet and with them tumbled out a lime green and black Nike duffle bag splattered with brownish red dots and smears.
My chest tightened immediately. I stood beside Ezra and picked the splattered bag up off the floor. He stopped rifling through the closet and looked at me. Sadness blared to life in his eyes.
“It’s Ev’s. He had that bag in the crash. My mother kept it. I took it from the hospital when I left. It was all I had of his. I can’t bring myself to wash it because I know he’s all over it. I know it’s morbid and probably disgusting but…”
“No, it’s not. Not any more disgusting than people putting burnt bodies in pretty urns or filling dead bodies with preservation fluid and holding them in ornate boxes to shove in the ground.”
“How do you want to be handled after you die, Solana?” He asked.
“I want to be turned into a tree.”
