Page 75 of Interference
“Push in a little, Em. Not too far. Only a little.”
I don’t want her experiencing too much of this without me, but I want to give her something.
She presses down on her finger slightly, pausing to adjust her finger.
“How does it feel?”
“Hurts a little, but I feel like I’m about to come.”
“Good,” I tell her. “Leave it in there and use your other hand to play with that clit.”
She does as I ask, playing with her clit, her finger sliding deeper inside as her hips begin to move.
“Fuck, Brett,” she moans out.
Then all movements stop as she orgasms. I feel my own release spill onto my stomach from the show I just watched.
When she comes down, she adjusts the phone so I can see her face again. “I need to go wash my hands.”
I pan the phone down to my stomach. “I need to rinse off real quick. Leave the phone on? I want to talk to you before you go to sleep.”
She nods as she disappears from the screen.
I take the shortest shower ever, cleaning myself off, and then go back to bed waiting for her. When she comes back, she looks more beautiful than ever.
“So how was your day?” I ask her.
She laughs. “Better with you in it.”
That one single admission has me feeling like a million bucks.
nineteen
The sound of a crying baby greets us when we enter the doctor’s office.
“Hi, my name is Emery Monroe, and I have an appointment at ten,” I tell the receptionist.
“Awesome, Emery. I’ll get you checked in, and I’ll charge the card on file for your co-pay. Why don’t you go take a seat, and the doctor will be with you as soon as they can,” she tells me.
“Thank you.”
With his hand on my back, Brett leads me across the room to two open chairs. When we sit down, I can’t help but stare at a woman who’s bouncing a tiny baby who wails. She looks completely overwhelmed. For a moment, I wonder where her partner is. Then I realize that maybe she doesn’t have one.
That only makes me more grateful for Brett.
“That poor woman,” I murmur.
Brett hums. “Is it wrong I hope our baby doesn’t do that?”
“Crying is inevitable,” I point out.
He rolls his eyes. “Obviously. I just mean I hope that they don’t have colic or sound like that. She looks like she’s seconds away from having a meltdown, and frankly, I don’t blame her. Hell, I wonder why she brought the baby with her.”
“Maybe she’s a single mom, or her partner isn’t an active parent.” I shrug.
“True. Is it strange that I feel bad for her?”
“I don’t think so.”
