That seemed like an odd comment since only her mouth would be left. She didn’t see his smile, the hard one, the one that scared her sometimes.
* * *
“What do you have planned for the day?” Jim asked, tugging on his socks the next morning.
Finally getting fucked by our son’s three best friends. Or… the guys he thought were his friends.
“Simon, Milo, and Jaxton are stopping by to help me with some things,” she said tonelessly, staring out the bedroom window.
“Help you out with some things?” Jim asked. “What does that mean?”
“Some chores I need taken care of before you get home. Then I think I’m going to take them…”
…in every hole…
“…to get a bite to eat. Welcome them home properly.”
…by letting Simon sink that big, long prick deep in my throat again.
“That’s great,” Jim said, distracted but smiling at her. “Tell the guys I said hello.”
“I’ll do…”
…all of them. Over and over and over again. I’ve already been dripping their come, Jim…
Slut, Milo whispered again. Slut. Slut. Slut.
“…that,” she said, trying to return his smile. “Jim… why don’t you call in sick? We can… we can go to the lake. Or drive up and visit your parents. Or go see Landon.”
“Now?” he asked, chuckling. “Landon has his life. Let him live it a little before we go smother him. Besides, you said it yourself. The other boys are coming.”
Oh hell, he had to pick that word. Her thighs parted involuntarily, and a flash of heat made her tingle. “Jim…”
“Look, honey, I’m already pushing things by switching shifts today. I know you’re feeling a little lonely and underappreciated.” He checked his phone and grinned. “You want to maybe fool around a little? I got half an hour. If we skip breakfast…”
Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. Let’s…”
You’re ours. You’re not going to touch Jim.
She started crying. Jim, perplexed, sat down next to her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Baby? Talk to me.” She shook her head and he sighed. “Christ, the melodrama. Okay. Look. Fuck, I’m going to get in trouble for this. I’ll call in sick, I’ll… what is it you want? Want to drive and see Landon? Sure. Yeah. Let’s give him a few hours’ notice and tell him-“
“Just forget it,” Emilia snapped. She shoved off the bed and fled for the hallway and the bathroom. Behind her, Jim huffed, and followed her out.
“No, you’re the one that started this. What is it you really want? Want me to quit? Huh?”
I want three young hard dicks. I want each one of them in me. I want to come again so fucking hard I nearly black out.
I want Milo.
I want Jaxton.
I want Simon.
I want to be a slut.
“I think you’re feeling really emotional about Landon being away. I get that. I do. We’ll have a great dinner tonight, we’ll talk about it, and… I don’t know, maybe I’ll see about getting put back in the day shift. Okay? Let’s just… we’ll talk.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. She blinked after him as he walked to the kitchen, humming to himself, the argument already behind him. Emilia stumbled into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and silently cried into her hands as the finality of the last twenty years washed over her.