Page 48 of Unruly

Me:

I kept them. Big difference. They smell like your soaked cunt. Been carrying them in my pocket while I work. Makes me hard every time I move.

Darlin’:

That is deranged.

Me:

Let me give them back to you tonight.

Darlin’:

No. You’re insane.

Me:

Probably. But you’re still staring at my dick right now, aren’t you?

Darlin’:

I hate you.

Me:

No you don’t. Your pussy loved being tied up and edged until you squirted for a man ten years younger than you. Bet you’re wet again just thinking about it.

Long pause. The dots appear and disappear three times.

Me:

I’ve been hard since I had my hand up your shorts. Been thinking about bending you over in that house tonight. Spreading those thick thighs wide and fucking you deep until you forget Zach’s name. Until the only thing you can scream is my fucking name.

Darlin’:

Cash…

Me:

Looks like you’re already practicing. Make sure it’s breathy and on a whimper, like I had you begging the other night.

Me:

I’m coming over. I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to do to you properly. In a bed. With time. You want me to describe it?

Another long silence.

Darlin’:

Only if you do the thing with the tongue again. Be there at 8.

I laugh low, button my jeans, and tuck her panties back into my pocket. I’m not coming in them this time.

I’m saving every drop for her.

HALLE

The house feels too quiet after I get home. The kind of silence that seeps into your bones and fills you with anxiety.