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“Y-yes. My boyfriend and I heard a noise, and he went to see what it was, and then told me to call you. I think there’s someone in my apartment.” My words come out rushed.
“Okay, what is your address so I can send a unit to your location?” The dispatcher asks me.
I give it to him as I slip out of the bedroom and across the hall to Zander’s room. I go in quietly, trying not to wake him. He’s sound asleep.
“Okay, ma’am. I’ve got a patrol unit two minutes away. Is there anyone else in the house?”
“Yes, my son. Please, get here quickly.” I send my prayer into the universe.I’m not sure if God will answer it, with me not being as devout as I probably should be, but it can’t hurt right?The urge to go out and help Jonas incites me to give Zander one last look at his peaceful, little face. It brings me some comfort and the courage to do my part to make sure he’s safe, as I shut his door and head toward the main living space.
Reaching the mouth of the hall, I see Jonas with Steven on his knees, his hands behind his back. Jonas has one hand on Steven’s shoulders. Steven’s hair is disheveled, and his shirt is halfway untucked. Jonas has a cut on his lip, but otherwise looks fine.
Once the shock of seeing my soon-to-be ex-husband in my apartment abates, it’s replaced with white-hot anger.
“How dare you come into my home. What did you expect to accomplish in doing this?” My voice may be a whisper, but the exasperation rings clear.
“Fuck you.” That’s all that Steven gets out before Jonas shoves him on his belly to the floor. His knee presses into the small of Steven’s back and I can see the pain written on Steven's face. He’s drunk, which is not something I’ve often seen him be. Though it been enough times that this version of him is no stranger to me. I’ve seen him be a lot.
“Don’t you dare fucking speak to her that way. The days of your abuse are long over, motherfucker.” Jonas’ voice is as smooth as silk, and as deadly as a strike from a cobra.
“She’s my wife, I’ll speak to her however I want.” Steven manages to get out through clenched teeth. Jonas only shoves his knee deeper into Steven’s back, making him cry out from the pain. I can see sweat beading on his forehead, and while I’m not one to condone violence, I can’t muster up any concern for him.
A knock at the front door, along with the declaration that it’s the police, makes me rush by Jonas and Steven to let them in.
“Hello, ma’am. We got a call about a possible intruder at this location. May we enter the premises?” The officer explains.
“Yes, that's right. My boyfriend has the intruder, my soon-to-be ex-husband, just in here.” I let the officer and his partner in so they can deal with Steven.
16 Carefree
Castle by Halsey
TheofficerscartStevenaway, and Jonas checks on Zander before we go back to bed. I’m so keyed up that sleep eludes me. I don’t want to keep Jonas up, so I slide out of bed, but Jonas snags my hand before I get too far.
“Where are you going?” His sleepy voice resonances in the dark.
“I can’t sleep but I don’t want to keep you up, so I’m going out to the couch,” I whisper.
“Come back. I can think of a better way for us to get you tired,” his voice is full of suggestion and, being honest with myself, I’m more than ready to take this step with him. I slip back into bed, under the covers, facing him, and that’s when my anxiety kicks in.
“I’m nervous. I’ve not had a partner other than Steven, in a long time, and you three,” I whisper, afraid to voice my true fears to loudly.
“Mama, you’ve got nothing to be nervous about. We all have wounds or scars. Some we can see, like my leg. While others only become visible in situations like this. I’m not going to reopen your wounds. I want to help heal them,” he says the exact words that make my anxiety dissipate. Since he brought up his leg, it seems like the perfect time to ask how he hurt it.
“Can I ask how you injured your leg?” I say hesitantly.
“Working construction, thinking I knew everything before I actually knew anything,” he says with a half smirk on his face.
To relay my relief, my hand curls around the back of his head, and my mouth finds his in the dark. His plump lips mold to mine in a languid, unhurried tempo. His hand mirrors mine and massages my scalp, eliciting a low moan that has me opening my mouth. His tongue slips in, coaxing mine to join in. Timidly, I stroke mine along his, testing the waters, so to speak. A deep growl vibrates from his chest into mine. My nipples pebble in response, and he pulls me on top of him, so I’m straddling his pelvis with mine.
His long, thick erection is pressed right up against my core with only the fabric of our clothes separating us. Instinctively, I grind down on it with my mouth still on his, our tongues playing with each other. His warm hands on my hips encourage me, helping me to move against him. But I quickly realize it’s not enough.
“Jonas,” I breathe.
“I know, mama. Hold on, rest your hands on my chest and lift up for me,” he says, reaching between us. I do as he says, and he moves my sleep shorts aside to find me wet. “Thank fuck, you’re ready for me,” he groans.
Lining the head of his cock up to my entrance he pauses, his hazel eyes looking into mine, beseeching, “Are you sure?” I love that he’s taking the time to check.
Not able to form words, I sink down on him. Leaning over him, I meld my mouth with his. His hands trail up to the center of my back, tracing my spine as I rock my hips.This is how sex should feel. The fact that he’s the first man I’ve been with since Steven, is no little thing to me.
