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I’m crazy. I know I am. Maybe I’m truly hoping this is all a dream, and I’m living it while I’m safely asleep in my own bed at home. Maybe my talk with Stella about dream men and fairytale stuff is still fresh in my mind, or maybe it’s the fact that this man feels so damn good. Of course it could be that I’ve had such shit luck when it comes to the love department and I’ve never had a guy make me feel like this.

“Give me your arms, baby. I want your hands above your head. Keep them there, don’t move; don’t take them from the bed.” I’m sore, hot damn, my lady parts are deliciously sore.

I stretch and arch my back as he slowly kisses and sucks down the length of my body. Damn, it feels so good. A moan escapes from deep within my throat. “Open up for me, love. I wanna see that sweet cunt of yours. I wanna see it glisten for me.” I do as he asks. “You are perfection, Laney. Sweet, sweet perfection.”

I feel the warmth of his tongue slowly caress my clit; gently sucking, lightly flicking as he works my pussy ever so gently. Chills roll over my body. It’s amazing; I feel like I’m floating. Damn, it’s intoxicating.

“Hmm.” I hear him enjoying my taste. I naturally buck, encouraging him to go harder. I need it hard. I need to come undone. He acts on cue sliding his tongue down my pussy, massaging it with just enough pressure. I feel his two fingers begin to thrust in and out while he sucks on my nub. I begin to ache with need as I feel my orgasm build. He continues to stroke his fingers in and out rubbing my clit until I can’t take it anymore. The shock hits me full force.

“Ahh!” I arch my back more, pushing off the headboard shoving my pussy further into his face. He takes it, licks and cleans me until my orgasm turns into slight aftershocks. With each flick of his tongue, I jerk while I float back to reality.

“Beautiful.” He says as he kisses his way back up my body. Never has anything felt this good. I never want it to end or go one more day without the feel of him between my legs. Understanding now that this isn’t a dream, I know I’m completely screwed. I didn’t plan for this speed bump to enter my life. This is all Stella’s fault, damn that woman.

I lean up to him kissing his chest, sucking on his neck. I continue as he moans in approval. I want him so bad; I’ve never wanted a man so much in my life. I feel how hard he is for me as I push my hips up, allowing his cock to meet my entrance and with one gentle thrust he enters me. I stretch to take him in, he feels fabulous. “Laney, baby, you feel so good. So damn tight; so warm. Fuck, baby.”

Tight? He thinks I’m tight. Yes, two points for me. I’ll welcome the compliment. “Jesus, you feel so good, Nathan.” Crap, did he put on a condom? “Nathan, condom.”

“We haven’t used one yet, baby. Christ, why start now?” He’s breathless as he thrusts into me. I’m making this hunk of a man breathless. Wait, no condom.

“Stop. Nathan, stop.” I push up on this chest to get a better look at him. “We haven’t used a condom, like at all? Are you kidding me?”

“You said you were clean, and you didn’t want protection between you and me, us being husband and wife. You said you were on birth control. I told you I was clean, which is the truth, so we decided. Am I wrong?”

Yes, I'm on the pill, but also there's this technicality that I'm not sure of the last time I physically took the pill. My schedule at the hospital has been crazy, I've been working double shifts, and sometimes I've had to nap there as we've been so short staffed. I've never been the most consistent person when it comes to taking my pills. That's why I've always made certain Michael wore a condom because I couldn't rely on the fact that my birth control pills were up to date. Not that there's been any risk of pregnancy with him and I—our sex life was barely there, hence the fact that he was getting busy with the neighbor. “No, I’m clean. I have a prescription for birth control, but, with everything that’s transpired in my life I’m not exactly—” My phone interrupts me; my mother’s ringtone again. “Get up. I need to get that. She’s been calling non-stop.”

“You want me to get up now and not finish. Like right now?”

“Yes.” I push him off of me and get my phone. “Hello, Mother.”

“Laney, where on God’s green earth have you been?”

Why is it that no matter how old I get, my mother can always make me feel like a child by just saying one sentence? It doesn’t matter what it is. It can be something as simple as asking me if I'm going out in public in a certain outfit. It’s the way she asks it, how she says it.

“I’m not in town, Mom.” I’m looking at Nathan, who’s currently putting his fine ass back into the jeans I’m assuming he was in last night.

“I know you’re not in town, my question is not referring to your location, I'm referring to the fact that I've been calling you non-stop for the past several hours.”

“What do you need?” I ask her. Nathan is now standing at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets and purposely flexing his bare chest, trying to distract me from her. He knows it’s going to work. Cocky bastard.

“Brad and the girls have been in an accident, Laney.” My heart instantly gives out, hitting my stomach. Instant tears spring to my eyes. I look up to Nathan and it's as if he can read my thoughts. He's there immediately, pulling me into this lap. Oh,my God. My girls. My babies. “For Christ sakes, Laney, did you hear me? Brad and the girls have been in an accident. You need to come home now!”

“Wh—what happened?” I force myself to speak.

I barely register the feel of Nathan's hand soothingly rubbing circles along my back. His lips sweep the side of my hair, pressing into the side of my neck.

“They were hit by a drunk driver. Amanda is fine, a few bumps and bruises, but Addie is in surgery. Her right leg is severely broken, and they’re trying to pin it back together. I don’t know the details. I just know that your girls need you, and you're nowhere around. Oh God, Laney, where are you?”

“Why didn’t Brad call me? Why didn’t he call me? Is he alright?” I can’t keep it together any longer. I feel a panic like I’ve never known come over me. I crawl from Nathan’s lap, unaware that I’m currently naked running around trying to gather my clothes. I need to get to the airport to catch the next flight out. I don’t even realize that I’m not even in my own hotel room. I have no idea where I am. How could I be so stupid and so selfish? I’m a mother, damn it, and here I am acting like the child my mother thinks I am, while my girls are suffering.

“He didn’t call you because he lost his phone during the accident. I told him I would contact you so he wouldn't have to worry about that on top of everything else. He's trying to keep Amanda calm while Adele's in surgery. I wanted her to have at least one parent she can count on. I suggest you hurry home.” Click