Page 49 of Turning Back

“But I had her crib set up away from the bed,” Rochelle continues. “So she knew I wasn’t right there the whole time.”

“Oh.” I watch her get in the bed with Adley and give her the bottle. Adley takes it eagerly, her tiny hands wrapping around the bottle like she won’t let it get away. Her eyes get heavy and begin to close immediately.

So do Rochelle’s.

I back out of the room and go watch some TV. I guess that’s all she needed from me. Why did I say I’d stay the night? I should just leave. Go home. Forget about it for a while.

But I don’t. I just stare mindlessly at the TV. Because Rochelle owes me. She owes me that last fuck she skipped out on.

She’s gonna make this up to me. Whether she knows it or not. One last time. I’m gonna fuck her alone one last time to wipe the past away.

Because starting tomorrow, the only time I’ll touch her is with Bric.

New game. New rules. New life.

I’m almost asleep and I’m all caught up on sports news when Rochelle finally comes out of the second bedroom. She looks at me, then closes the giant barn doors as quietly as she can.

“I was almost sure you’d be gone when I came out.”

“I told you, I’m not leaving.” I take my feet off the couch to give her room and she gets the hint and sits down, pulling her knees up and tucking the giant t-shirt over her legs.

She rests her hand on my knee. Tentatively. When I don’t object she eases her head down on top of my thigh and lets out a long, tired breath. “I’m glad I’m back.”

“Me too,” I say. I am. I’m happy she’s back. I don’t even want to think about all the days she was missing.

“I missed you a—”

“Take off your shirt,” I say.

She squints her eyes at me, then grabs the bottom of her shirt and lifts it over her head, tossing it on the floor.

I stare at her breasts. They were always spectacular but now they are even more tantalizing. “Play with them,” I say. “I want to see you play with them.”

She cups them, her small hands squeezing. Then she pinches her nipples, both at the same time, and closes her eyes. “I want you to touch me,” she says. “I want it more than anything.”

I ignore her request and say, “Turn around. Face that way.” I point to the other end of the couch. “And put your pussy in the air for me.”

She bites her lip and draws in a deep breath, probably surprised by my directness. I was always the nice guy. The considerate lover. I had my rough moments with her. And Bric and I are always rougher with her together than I am alone.

But why should I care? Why should I be considerate when she’s not?

“Do it,” I say. “Or I’m going to sleep.”

That look on her face might be confusion. But I don’t think so. I think I’m making her angry. Good. Now she knows how I feel tonight.

She huffs out the breath she was holding and turns around, crawling forward a little until her ass is right up in my face.

“You want me to touch you, Rochelle?”

She looks over her shoulder at me. Her breasts are hanging down, almost begging me to play with them. “Yes,” she whispers. “Touch me.”

I slap her ass hard as I stand up. She looks over her shoulder again. “What are you doing?”

I say nothing as I undo my tie and pull it through the collar of my shirt. I take my suit coat off next, walking over to a chair and hanging it up so it won’t be wrinkled in the morning. When I come back I’m already unbuttoning my shirt. She watches my fingers very carefully. I slip the shirt off and place it over the jacket.

My pants are unbuttoned when I walk back over to her. She watches me take them off and fold them up. I stand over by the chair as I drop my boxer briefs and fist my cock so she can see I’m hard for her.

I can’t deny my desire. I fell in love with her for a reason. And that reason has a lot to do with what she looks like naked.