Today's Promises (Promises #2)(31)

“Do you want any help?” I ask as I unbutton my dress shirt.

She turns to me and purses her lips. “No, I think I got this,” I am told.

“All right, Jaynie.”

I shrug out of my shirt, and then, taking preemptive action, I open the window a crack to dispense with all the fumes that will soon fill the apartment. I then finish undressing. Once I’m down to just boxer briefs, I flop back on the bed. “Shit, I’m exhausted,” I mumble.

I really am tired, though it’s more mental exhaustion than physical toll. In any case, as I listen to Jaynie’s rhythmic scrubbing in the other room, I am eventually lulled to sleep.

I’m awoken a short while later, however, when a warm body is flattened against mine, one I notice rather rapidly is devoid of all clothes.

Immediately stirred—in more ways than one—I open one eye and look up. “Jaynie,” I breathe out.

Her hand closes over the hardening bulge in my boxers, making me gasp. “What are you doin’, babe?”

She slips her hand down in my underwear, causing me to instinctively lift my hips to grant her better access.

“What do you think I’m doing?” she rasps as she slides my boxers down my legs.

This is another new development—Jaynie wants sex all the time. And sure, we always desire each other, but this is different. She’s disconnected. She just wants to give me head and f*ck.

Like now, her head is already between my legs, and within seconds she’s bobbing up and down on my cock.

Jesus. That feels good.

I should stop her, I know. But I can’t. I’m a raring-to-go eighteen-year-old male, for f*ck’s sake. If she’s looking for sex to take away her pain, I’m her guy.

After sucking me off just to the brink, she stops what she’s doing and climbs up my body. “You ready for me, Flynn?” she asks, her voice all husky.

Hell, my response is to line her up with my cock.

As she lowers herself down on my length, she chants, “Oh-my-God, oh-my-God.”

Seems Jaynie found God today, after all. Just not in the way I was hoping she would. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I took her to church this morning, but, shit, I can’t complain. Sex is a damn good escape for me too.

Flipping Jaynie over and onto her back, I drive into her in the way I know she likes it these days, hard and fast. Hell, who am I kidding? I like it this way too.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I try and hold off on my release, mostly by thinking of things other than how hot and wild this abandoned sex is.

It’s difficult to stay focused, though. Especially when Jaynie starts scraping her nails down my back and screaming out shit like, “Fuck me harder, Flynn. Oh, yes, that’s so f*cking good. I love your f*cking cock.”

That does it. I lose myself inside her, leaving me caught up in nothing but my release.

And for that little delicious slice of time on a Sunday afternoon, all worries are forgotten.





Jaynie



I’m floundering, I know it. And I can’t deny that I really need to stop this craziness. The hoarding, the compulsive cleaning, the nightmares, and my insatiable need for sex—all these things are indicative of my mental state, which is currently f*cked-up.

Short of seeking professional help, for which Flynn and I have no money, I can’t come up with any good solution. His attempt to insert religion into my life was sweet, but I had to tell him church just isn’t for me. Not at this time. I’m still angry at God for all I’ve lost.

Time is not my friend, either. Instead of healing old wounds, it seems the passage of the days, and then the weeks, only serve to cut open my psychological wounds more deeply than ever. Because no matter how you slice it, every day that goes by is a day closer to Allison Lowry being released from prison.

But then, just when I’m convinced all hope is lost and I am truly going off the deep end for good, a lifeline is thrown my way.

It happens on a warm evening at the very end of April, when I’m working my shift at the sandwich shop. The smell of spring is hanging heavy in the air, having been ushered in throughout the day with a steady flow of customers.

But the day is almost over, and I’m rushing around to close out for the night.

When my work is finally complete, I lock the front door and prepare to head upstairs to Flynn, who arrived back from his own job a short while ago.

But then, just as I’m making my way up the stairs, my cell phone rings. I pull the device from my pocket, thinking it’s probably more bad news of some kind. But when I see Mandy’s name on the screen, I figure it’s something positive. It is! To my delight—the first delight I’ve felt in a while—Mandy invites us to a birthday celebration on Saturday for the twins.

Knowing I’ll be seeing my ‘family’ soon makes me feel better than I have in a while.

“Wild horses couldn’t keep us away,” I tell Mandy right before we disconnect.

Upstairs in our room, I relay the news of our invite to Flynn. To which, he replies, “Talk about perfect timing. We needed something like this to lift our spirits.”

He really means me, but I agree and say, “Absolutely.”

“Wow,” he remarks as he flips back the covers on our bed. “The twins are going to be thrilled when they see all of us are there to celebrate their birthday.”