Page 127 of The Other Guy

“You there?”

“I’m coming, Jack. I’m coming.”

And I follow along with her, coming together with a roar and harder than I’ve ever came before. I pulse inside her and let her leg down. Her arms flop to the sides and knees fall open so I can rest fully against her.

“Okay, that was amazing.” She giggles.

“Completely. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”

That makes her giggle harder.

“I’ll be right back.”

I reluctantly pull out of her and go to the bathroom, returning quickly with a wet wash cloth. She takes it from me and we do the un-sexy business of cleaning up after un-fucking-believable sex.

Sierra walks naked to the kitchen and gets two glasses of water while I let Toby out, though I did put on a pair of sleep pants so as not to give any neighbors a show. While he’s doing his business, I pop a bag of popcorn and pour it into a bowl. Once I’ve finished, I return to my bedroom to see her cuddled into her side of the bed. The thought that she has a side has me grinning as I remove my pants and climb in next to her. We drink our water. We munch on popcorn. We cuddle. We watch a little bit of TV.

The day fades to black. All the drama with Jeff forgotten. He limped away, texting Sierra one last time and said he was over it and she could have “the stupid fucking dog” if it meant that much to her.

She told him not to contact her ever again unless he wanted her to press charges against him for the bullshit he pulled at Kyle’s.

He said to do her a favor and forget him.

She said no problem and blocked his number.

I questioned whether or not she should actually report him but she said he didn’t do anything besides poke her in the chest and that if he felt like being a dick, he could pin Melody with assault since it wasn’t self-defense for her to step in, or kick in, rather.

She sighs with contentment and I smile, holding her closer.

“I know. Me, too.”

“I love you,” she says quietly, moving her head off my shoulder to look up at me.

“I love you,” I say back, kissing her forehead.

And then she settles in and falls asleep.

I fall asleep quickly but wake only an hour later, hungry for more of her.

She seems to be good with that if her enthusiasm is anything to go by.

Much like before, we try to go slow but we’re too eager to manage it. In the end, fast is good.

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