“Paul.” She shakes her head. “It’s not your fault.”
“It is my fault. I thought he would get over being mad and that I would, too, and then he would come back, but he never did. So I blamed him. And all that time, he was dead. Dead. Gone. Never to be heard from again. Not until someone found his fucking dead body in a freezer.”
A tear rolls down my cheek, and she catches it with her lips. She swipes my face with her thumbs to wipe my tears away.
“I kicked him out. It’s my fault. And now I have to tell my brothers that I did it. That he never left. That it was all because of me.”
“It’s perfectly natural to want to protect your mother’s memory. You didn’t kill him. He was a grown man. We have no way of knowing why or how he ended up in a freezer, but you didn’t put him there.”
“My last memory is a fight with him.”
“No, it’s not. If it was, you wouldn’t be here.” She looks around us. “This is your last memory, this perfect place, Paul, and those perfect times you had with him. You know that.”
“Friday,” I say. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You do what you always do, dummy.” She laughs. “You proceed with honesty and integrity. That’s what’s in your heart.”
“I have to tell them the truth.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Come here,” I say. I pull her against my chest. “I love you so much.”
We sit like that until I feel her lips on my neck. She purrs against my skin and nips me playfully.
“You fixed me,” I say.
“You weren’t broken.”
“I wasn’t whole until you, either.”
“Neither was I.”
“I want you.”
“I’m yours.” She sucks my earlobe into her mouth and nibbles it with her teeth, tonguing my piercing and rolling it gently. My dick starts to throb and presses insistently against my jeans.
She’s wearing one of those dresses she likes so much, so I lift the skirt and settle my hands on her hips. I bend my head and lick across the exposed flesh of her boobs. “I want to get to these,” I say against her skin.
She shrugs and her straps come down, and she shoves the dress down below her boobs. With my hand at her back, I pull her toward me, and she lifts up a little so that I can get to her tits. They’re so fucking pretty, her skin alabaster white in the soft light of the room. She mewls when I take her into my mouth.
My hands sink into her panties to cup her ass and draw her forward. “You’re going home with no panties,” I say next to ear. She shivers and nods. I rip her panties at the hip and pull them out of my way. I need to be inside her. I need in her now. I can’t wait. I can’t stop.
I unbutton my jeans and shove them down just far enough, along with my boxers. She takes me in her hands and squeezes my shaft. I hiss out a breath. “Fuck me,” I say. “Fuck me now.”
She lifts up and positions me at her center. Then she sinks down slowly. I arch my hips, pressing deeper inside her. I can’t get deep enough, so I use my fingers to spread her open and push farther.
“God, you feel so good,” she whispers. “So big like this.”
“Am I hurting you?” I stop and let her rest on me, her silken walls sheathing me.
She bounces, and I sink in to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Be still for a second.”
“How many times did you jack off while I was gone?” she asks against my lips.
“None.”
She laughs and squeezes me inside her. “Are you telling the truth?”
“You’re going to find out when I shoot off like a sixteen-year-old if you don’t stop doing that.” She’s squeezing me inside her, and I feel like I’m going to come undone.
“Doing what?” she whispers. She squeezes me again.
I grab her bottom and tip her forward so that with every retreat, she rides the ridge of my dick.
She cries out my name. “Paul! God, Paul!”
She’s so fucking wet that my balls are slick, and I don’t let up. I continue to pull her forward and back, holding tightly to her bottom. “God, Friday. I need for you to come.”
She looks into my eyes, adjusts our bodies, and leans back so that she’s resting on her hands, with her weight on my knees. I look down between us and I can see where I’m buried inside her as far as I can go. My dick is shiny in the dim light, and her cream coats me. Her legs are spread wide and I can see her hood piercing, so I cover it with my thumb and start to massage it as she bounces on my dick. I have to close my eyes because I can’t watch her tits move. I can’t watch her mouth fall open. But even then I can feel her breaths, hot and humid.