Page 76 of Fall Over You

We look together at the mess we made and laugh. The hood of the car is painted with his release and mine, my pussy bearing the proof of how much he loved eating me out. I’ve had people get off watching me with someone else or watching me touch myself, but I don’t know that I’ve ever had anyone get off just because they loved pleasing me that much.

He dips to kiss me, and I slip our joined hands between my legs to let him rub our cum around. His head sags back on his shoulders when he feels our wetness, his starry eyes gazing down at me. “You’re perfect, Reba.” He smiles into a sweet kiss. “So fucking perfect.”

Our kisses are languid and sloppy but he starts to put me on my back again. I lift a brow at him and he grins wide. “I promised you more than one.”

His mouth is back on my chest when his phone rings. He stiffens, and I try to figure out what he’s thinking. He looks at me pleadingly.

“Get it,” I say, shooing him with my hand.

He tightens his jaw and scrunches his face before he props a hand on the hood and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“Everything okay?” His eyes instantly go worried. “Aw, shug, don’t cry. Why aren’t you asleep?”

I hear Darcy’s aunt explaining the situation and Tyler squeezes his eyes shut. “You know what, I’m right by the shop so I can run upstairs and get Pussy 2. Pussy’s not too lonely, I promise. I’ll be home so soon and I’ll have Pussy 2 with me. Okay? I know, shug, don’t cry. Daddy’ll be there soon. I love you.”

He hangs up and rushes to tuck himself back into his pants, his cold demeanor returning in full force. “Her other octopus is still here.” He flexes his hands looking at our mess and I wave him on.

“Go. I’ll clean up and call Darcy to come get us. And we can rain check on the other thing.”

Tyler’s dark eyes and curt nod tell me there’s not going to be a rain check.

TWENTY-NINE

TYLER

This is what happens when I let myself have something I want.

Ellie’s getting heavier in my arms, sniffling as she falls asleep. She clutches Pussy and Pussy 2 so tight that if they were living octopi, they wouldn’t be anymore.

And I can still taste Becca. I don’t know whether I want the taste to go away so I stop being tortured by what I did wrong, or whether I want to savor it forever.

I got distracted and let my daughter down. I went away for a night and my daughter, rightfully so, doesn’t handle a parent leaving her well.

I let myself hope, and that’s always a mistake.

I hoped CJ could be a good mom, but she cracked under the pressure.

I hoped CJ could get better, but she left.

I hoped marrying Becca might be able to become the real thing, but the moment I let one area go on cruise control for a fucking night, my daughter reminded me that she needs me more.

Ellie will always come first. It doesn’t matter what I want. What matters is what she needs.

I held that damn octopus while we rode in silence, watching the occasional street light illuminate its ridiculous octopus face.

It was never really about Pussy 2. Ellie’s afraid of losing me.

Becca tried to make me feel better, to let me know I wasn’t alone in this, because she’s good at that kind of thing. She put her hand on my knee in the truck and said, “This must be really hard.”

I’m an asshole, so I just scoffed.

Oh well. Better not to let her get attached.

She’s probably already attached. I take in the details in this room she set up for my daughter. Fun accent pictures line the walls with a pink aquarium theme. She somehow found sheets and a comforter with pink dolphins on them. It’s stuff I never would have had the emotional bandwidth to put up in our apartment. I was too busy getting through the day to day. I thought I was doing enough by painting nails and wearing tiaras and setting up girl playdates. But there’s clearly a gap here, and Becca fills it.

My daughter needs Becca, and Becca’s sweet on Ellie too.

I have to keep showing up if I want any of this plan to work.