He brought her water, and walked around the house, gathering things up. Clothes. Her purse. Jewelry. All of it went into a box, and all of it went into his car. She stood at the window, watching him, trembling. Afraid he was leaving her too, Simon realized. He went back inside and brought Mrs. Candless out. They didn’t bother locking the door. Hell, he wasn’t sure he even bothered shutting it.
They drove, and she sucked his cock. He was too exhausted to get a hardon, but the movement was reflexive for her by that point, soothing for her as much as it was for him. She sucked at his tip, her hand at her pussy through the clothes. They drove, and she tried to keep things going, but there was just nothing more for either of them to give.
He pulled into Rosie Brook’s driveway sometime after eleven. A light was still on in the living room, and she peeked out of the curtains as he stepped out of the car. A minute later, in her PJs, she came out the door. “Simon?”
“She needs somewhere,” Simon said. “Just until the fall.”
He came around the car and helped Mrs. Candless out. Rosie came to her, checking her over. She kissed Emilia softly, and murmured to Simon, “You guys really did a number on her.”
“Yeah. Nothing against her will. But… yeah.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” Emilia said to Rosie. There was no tone to her voice. They were simply words.
Rosie sighed. “Okay. She can stay here. But give her a week or two before you guys come around again. Jesus. Not every woman’s made for your shit.”
Simon chuckled. He hesitated, then surprising Rosie, he kissed her cheek. “Thanks. If I don’t say that often enough-“
“Or ever,” Rosie muttered.
“-I mean it.”
She nodded, and helped Emilia inside.
* * *
While Landon called in a few days to shout at her for fifteen straight minutes, Emilia unzipped Jaxton and instinctively sucked him into her mouth. When the divorce papers came, she called Milo and knelt in Rosie’s backyard so he could fuck her ass for nearly an hour.
But she wasn’t broken. She was becoming something new.
One day, in a sundress over red lingerie, she walked into a tattoo parlor. The artist, to his credit, didn’t argue with her much about getting SLUT permanently tattooed onto her breast. Of course, the fact that she let him fuck her with a condom on afterward helped the negotiations quite a bit too.
The emptiness inside her shifted and twisted into something different. Anticipation. She took on a second job. Slept every night with Rosie, with whom she was developing something of a relationship. An odd one, mostly born of convenience and friendship, but it was something.
Emilia changed. But so did the boys.
“Milo’s going back early,” Simon said to her. They were seated in wicker chairs outside, sipping sun tea and staring at a sunset.
“Why?” Emilia asked.
Simon smiled. “His sugar momma’s pregnant. She wants him to finish school, but she also wants him there to bully around. He’ll move in with her for a few weeks, then probably run for the hills.”
Emilia surprised herself with a laugh.