Page 40 of Luci’s Lullaby

I park in front of my place and climb out, helping the handsy blonde with me. Opening the door, I swing it wide and head straight for a beer. I can’t stand to be sober for another minute.

“Do you want a beer?”

She wraps her arms around me. “No, just you.”

I shut the fridge door, turning around to face her. I twist the lid off and take a long swig. “You got me.”

“I’ll take it from here.” She hits her knees and works my zipper down.

“Well, now. You do like to move fast.”

She works my pants down to my hips and frees my cock. She peers up at me as she takes it into her mouth. Sucking it deep into her throat. As she licks and bobs her head, I try to relax and enjoy it.

Her moans fill the room but instead of intoxicating me, they’re annoying me. I shift my stance, and she adjusts. She wraps her hand around my shaft as she sucks the head in, swirling her tongue over it.

“There ya go, work for it,” I encourage her, hoping to focus. It doesn’t help, so I set my beer down and help her from her knees. “First door on the right, I’ll be right behind you.”

“I’ll be ready.” She scurries off as though she’s the little woman of this house.

“Hell naw, that ain’t happening, sweetheart.” I adjust myself and walk over to lock the door. Taking my time to the bedroom.

I stand at the door, staring at the athletically svelte body in front of me. I would say she isn’t my type, but I’ve kidded myself enough today. She’s a woman, therefore, she’s my type.

“Get over here, I want to finish my job,” she mewls.

I make quick work of my clothes and wait by the side of the bed. She crawls over to me, fisting my cock. Her mouth is hot, and I slide in deep. No matter how hard she works it’s just not doing a thing for me.

Dear God, please tell me I’m not broken.

“Lay back, I’ve got this.”

I pull the drawer open and reach in for a condom. But instead of pulling one out, I have panties in my hand. Purple lace and silk. The memory of Charlee sprawled in my bed wearing them brings a smile to my face.

The heaviness in my chest reminds me of so much more. I fist the material in my hand and turn to the woman in my bed now. I rub the back of my neck.

“I need for you to go.” I turn back to my pants, picking them up off the floor and taking my phone out.

“What are you talking about?” She sits up straight.

I dial the number for a taxi. “Hey, Don. It’s Alden, I have a pick up as soon as possible.” I end the call and put my pants on.

“What the fuck?” The blonde leaps from the bed, grabbing her clothes up. “Who in the hell do you think you are?”

“I know who I am. You can wait in the living room or outside, it’s up to you.”

“Go to hell!” She slings her purse over her shoulder and storms past me.

I hear the door slam before I toss my phone on the bed and walk into the kitchen. I don’t reach for a beer this time, I need something stronger. Opening the door, I grab the Wild Turkey because if I’m going to be this fucked up, I want it to be by my choice.

“Let’s see if this will get you outta my head.” I pour two fingers and down it. I follow it with two more and pour one for the road, taking the bottle with me. By the road, I mean for the walk of shame into my bedroom.

Leaning against the door, all I can see in my bed is Charlee. I finish off the glass and pour another. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

I continue to drink until I can see my way around this mess. “You did this to me. You said I was a whore and now, I don’t want to be one.” I slam the amber back and stumble over to my bed.

“I don’t want anyone else in this.” Even as I say it, I see her laying here, beautiful. “Hell, naw. This ain’t happening.” I set the glass down and fall backward.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.