Page 20 of Dirty Puck

She collapsed onto the bed, trembling and wrecked. I laid beside her, breathing hard, arm thrown over her back.

God, if I’d thought I’d gotten off hard the first time, it didn’t come close to what she’d given me tonight. Last time, I’d left her apartment as soon as we were done. Tonight, I passed out, waking in the middle of the night to her cuddling up against me. She looked so small and peaceful. I didn’t have the heart to move her, so I let myself drift off back to sleep.

In the morning, I stretched, sitting up, resting my arms on my bent knees covered in the blanket up to my waist, and watched her sleep a little longer. When her eyes opened, a slow smile spread across her face until her head jerked when she saw me in her bed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Slept over.”

“Why would you sleep over? Fucks don’t sleep over. Fucks get up and leave after the fucking ends.”

Why did seeing her mouth form the wordfuckturn me on so much?

“Reece. Go. We’re done. One last hurrah.”

One last hurrah, my ass. Not what she said with my cock balls deep inside her. I scrubbed my hands over my face. “Right. We’re doing this now.”

“Doing what?”

“I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh, no—that ended. I was serious. Last hurrah. No more Reece—never again.”

“Baby, that’s not what you said when you were squirting around my dick last night. The sooner you stop arguing and listen to me, the quicker we can move on to better parts of the day.”

“‘Baby’? Since when do you call me ‘baby’?”

“Seemed appropriate for the situation.”

“Whatisthe situation?”

I snickered. “Glad you asked. I thought about this for quite a while this morning as you slept.”

“What is the situation?” she demanded.

“First, tell me about your boy. What’s wrong with him?”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “What do you mean by that?”

“At the fort, he never looked straight ahead. His eyes were glassy. My mom’s a teacher. She’s seen that before.”

“He has several issues. The largest is his autism spectrum disorder.”

“So he’s autistic? My cousin’s kid is autistic. He leads a pretty normal life.”

“Can I give you some words of wisdom?”

“Shoot.”

“If you’ve met one autistic person—you’ve metoneautistic person. That’s why it’s a spectrum. Benny falls a bit in every category. Plus, he’s nonverbal. He also has underdeveloped muscles in his wrists that hinder certain physical activities.”

“What are his prospects?”

She sighed. “I’ve been taking him to a therapy program after school.”

“School? At his age?”

“It’s imperative not to wait. Studies show that early intervention provide the biggest gains. Plus, his school is more of a daycare for special needs children.”

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