Tammy would have called me a pervert, for sure.
Iris wasn’t like that. She was so giving as a lover that I was never afraid to show her exactly what I wanted. And she had, after all, said I could do it any time.
I instantly understood what all the fuss was about.
It was a tight, quick ride.
My only complaint was that I couldn’t f**k her as hard as I wanted to like that. I didn’t want to hurt her, and she whimpered a few times, whimpers that I wasn’t sure came all from pleasure.
“That second time was no way to get me pregnant,” she told me as I dragged myself out of her.
I laughed, kissing her cheek. “I love you,” I told her, feeling it down to my soul.
It was a crazy thing to say, but I couldn’t hold it back. And it was far from the craziest thing I’d said that night.
She turned and hugged me hard. “You are the sweetest man. I’m so happy I found you.”
In terms of possible reactions, it wasn’t the worst thing she could’ve said. An I love you back would have been nice, but I’d take what I could get.
And it wasn’t like she hadn’t said it to me before.
We were clean and na**d in bed a bit later. I was just on the edge of sleep, her sweet head on my chest, when I heard her murmur, “I love you, too. Always will.”
Of course when I woke up and she was gone, yet again, the next morning, I wasn’t sure that last bit hadn’t been a dream.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I’d had no word from her in weeks when I found a small envelope on my doorstep.
It had no postage, wasn’t even addressed. All that was written on the envelope was Dair in neat handwriting.
Without opening it, I knew whom it was from.
And even before I read it, I felt an awful, pervasive dread creeping over me.