Ego Maniac(84)

“No. I’m going with you to Atlanta.”

“We’ll figure it—wait…what?” I stared at her, incredulous. “Repeat that.”

“I said I’m going with you to Atlanta.”

“What about the job you applied for at the college? Your patients?”

“I’m a TA for the rest of this semester. I just interviewed for the guest adjunct position. They may not even hire me. The semester ends in three months. We’ll commute back and forth until then. With a little experience on my resume, maybe I’ll have an easier time finding a part-time adjunct job down there. And most of my clients are portable—they were doing video-counseling sessions before. Maybe I’ll even keep a few and come back and forth while you keep your clients here. You need to be near your son, and I want to get to know him, too. He’s part of you.”

“You’re serious? You almost gave me a heart attack saying long distance wasn’t going to work.”

She smiled. “Good. Serves you right after what you’ve put me through the last few weeks.”

Without warning, I lifted her into the air. She yelped, but the smile on her face told me she was happy. Her legs wrapped around my waist, arms wrapped around my neck, and I squeezed her so hard, I worried I might hurt her.

“God, I fucking love you.”

“You better.”

“I do.”

I took her mouth in another kiss and walked with her in my arms until I could find a clear surface to set her down on. That surface happened to be the kitchen counter, which also happened to be the perfect height. My dick was already hard, feeling her heat through my pants.

Somehow we managed to rip each other’s clothes off while keeping connected the entire time. I sucked beneath her earlobe, and my fingers explored the crack of her ass while she unbuckled my pants. When my pants fell to the ground, I slipped down my underwear, and my cock bobbed against my stomach.

Looking between us, I said, “We missed you.”

She laughed. “I missed you both, too.”

I needed to be inside her so bad. “The foreplay is going to be short, but I’ll make it up to you on the back end. It’ll be postplay instead.” I reached down and grabbed my cock, lowering it to half-mast so I could use it to rub her wetness all over her. She was slick and ready, and I was impatient as hell, so I pushed inside. Emerie looked down between us, watching my cock disappear inside of her as I slowly pushed in.

When I was fully seated, I lifted her chin. “Watching you watch me put my cock inside of you is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She smiled. “I’m glad, because I really liked watching it.”

I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “On second thought, this smile right here, this might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

I began to move, slowly at first, gliding in and out. Something was different about this time, like all the barriers between us had been removed, and I was finally free to love her.

I kissed her lips gently. “I love you.”

She searched my eyes. “I love you, too, Drew. I didn’t know it until I felt the real thing, but I’m not sure I was ever really in love before I met you.”

It felt like she’d given me a crown. In that moment, I was a fucking king. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve her, but I was greedy enough not to care. She was mine to keep, and I planned on keeping her forever this time.

Even though it had been only a few weeks since the last time I was inside of her, that was way too long. I tried to go slow, but when she tightened her legs around me and her pussy clenched, fisting my cock, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She liked it when I talked during sex, so I whispered everything I wanted to do to her in her ear—how I couldn’t wait to rub my face in her pussy, how I wanted to come all over her tits, and how later I was going to bend her over the counter she was sitting on and take her from behind, finishing all over ass cheeks that would be hot and red from my hand stinging them.

She moaned loudly, yelling my name and begging for me to go harder. I sped up my pace, and after I felt her body spasm all around me, I came long and hard inside of her. There was no way the neighbors didn’t hear our spectacular finish—and I certainly hoped one in particular had enjoyed hearing it.

After our breathing calmed, I wiped a stray hair from her cheek and looked into her sated blue eyes. “So, you’re really moving to Atlanta with me?

“I am.”

“I found a little house with a yard that’s available to rent. Maybe you can come see it, and we can decide if we want something bigger.”

“I’ve been living in this shoebox for six months—anything will seem bigger.”

“It’s got three bedrooms, a big bathtub, and the landlord told me I could repaint it if I want to.”

“Are you saying you’ll allow me to add color to your life?”

“I’m saying you already have. You’re the red in my black and white world.”





Emerie, One year later



“Did you get it?”

Roman reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. “Right here.” He shook his head. “Still can’t believe you pulled this shit off.”

I spotted Drew coming down the hall. “Put it away. Here he comes.”