ak, forcing me to lay my body across hers. I pressed my lips against her neck, trying to catch my breath. My heels touched back down, and I slowly pulled out of her. She turned around, slowly holding herself by the counter and shaking her head.
“Wow,” she said with a breathless chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” I said, breathing heavily as well. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t apologize to me,” she said. “You should do that more often.”
When we were collected and she had slipped her clothes back on, I took her hand and led her over to the couch. I flipped the television on and put on some comedy that didn’t take a lot of brain activity to concentrate on. She curled up under my arm and pulled her legs up beside her. We sat watching the movie, my thoughts focused on her and the way she made me feel. I was aware of every movement she made, and as she ran her hand down my chest, I couldn’t help but notice. I could tell we were still under each other’s spell, and the heat between us never seemed to dissipate. I had just fucked the hell out of her an hour before, but I still couldn’t get my mind off that sexy body and tight pussy.
When the movie ended, she tilted her head up toward mine, and electricity shot through my chest. I leaned down and kissed her, pulling her into my lap. At first, it was gentle, but it quickly became more heated. We sat there making out, pulling at each other’s clothing, ready for round two. I couldn’t believe that we had gotten to the point where we couldn’t keep our hands, among other things, away from each other. I couldn’t control myself for even a second when I was with Josie, and what started as a kiss, quickly turned into more. I took her right there on the couch.
Neither of us had a ton of energy left, but the sex was hot, regardless of motion. When we both had finally hit our climax once again, I laid my head on her chest and rested as she stroked my hair, pulling the blanket on the couch down over us. I could hear her frantic heartbeat in her chest, and I realized that this woman had gotten the best of me, and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Will you stay the night with me?”
“I wish I could,” she said, sighing. “I’ve been thinking about how I want to fall asleep in your arms, but I have school in the morning, and you are quite a ways away. On top of that, I have been worried about my dad and want to be there for him if he needs me.”
“Is he okay?” I asked.
“I mean, as okay as he’s ever been,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s been disappearing a lot more lately. I’m worried that he’s been hitting the track again. There are some seriously shady characters there, ready to pray on a man like my father. I want to be there when he gets home. I don’t want him to leave and end up on one of his long benders where he is gambling away what he doesn’t have. When he runs out of loans, he ends up coming back, taking all the electronics, and pawning them for more gambling money. I can’t even tell you how many times I have bought the same exact television from the pawn shop down the street from the house. It got to the point where the owner knows me and sells it back to me for what my father pawned it for.”
“Is that why I haven't’ seen him lately when I’ve come to pick you up?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking down at me. “He’s in and out so much, and he has started to learn when he can come and go without being noticed. I mean, I can’t be there with him every second. Someone has to make the money. Luckily, I give him an allowance for whatever he needs, and it's not enough to gamble with. Other than that, he has no ability to get to the money.”
I was frustrated with her response, not because I was frustrated with her, but because she was in this situation to begin with. She talked about it so nonchalantly, but I figured for her, it was old hat. She had dealt with it since she was a teenager, and before that, I was sure she took notice of what her mother was going through. At that point in her life, she should have been living the dream, having friends, going out, being with me in my soft, cushy bed. Instead, she was rushing home to catch her father sneaking out as if he were her child and she was trying to keep him out of trouble. I couldn’t even start to imagine what she went through on a regular basis. She was completely exhausted every time I saw her, and I assumed she wasn’t getting very much sleep.
Although her response irritated me, I understood that she was willing to go through hell and back with her father, no matter how much it affected her. All the understanding in the world, though, couldn’t take away the fact that I wanted her close to me where I knew she was safe and happy. For now, however, I was going to respect her wishes and not try to step in and save the day like I really wanted to. I knew there was no easy answer to any of this, and I would have to take her lead on the subject.
We got dressed and took a few more sips of the wine from dinner before leaving the house and jumping in the car. We pulled out of my neighborhood and headed for her place on the other side of town. As we drove down the strip, the waves crashing in the dark next to us, I couldn’t help shake thoughts of her father. I wanted to do anything I could to make life easier on Josie, but I didn’t even know where to start. She had become the expert on trying to fix a man that really didn’t want to be fixed in the first place.
“Is there anything I can do to help with your father’s situation?”
“I don’t know,” she said, sighing. “I mean, I’ve been doing my very best to keep him accountable, but he gets in these moods where he is tired of me watching him like a hawk. So, when I’m not looking, he runs away, forgetting that he will have to explain himself to me when he comes back. I’ve been trying to help him for many years, trying to offer him coping mechanisms, alternatives, and anything that I can to get him off this train, but he just snubs me. He won’t even check into the gambling program the hospital had given him information on the last time he was mugged by the casinos.”
“He was mugged?”
“That is what he said,” she replied. “I mean, I don’t even know what to believe anymore. He has been doing really well lately, but it’s about time for him to have another relapse. They always seem to be lurking around the corner with him. I’m just afraid he is going to get caught up with the wrong people at some point. I know he has a problem, but the last thing I want to see is him get hurt.”
We pulled up in front of the house and looked at the dark windows. I could see her worried face, and I wondered if her father was inside sleeping, or if he’d stayed out, wandering around town, looking to get his next gambling fix. She was at her wit's end with him and was seriously starting to consider bringing someone else in for another intervention. Personally, I didn’t know how much longer I could just stand by and let her be dragged through the mud. Her father could be ninety years old and still have this problem. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life taking care of him like he was a child. I sighed and looked over at Josie, who was staring at me kindly.
“I want you to know I’m always here,” I said, taking her hand. “Anything you need, you just pick up the phone and call. I know you can be stubborn, but I mean it. No matter what time it is, you can always look to me for support.”
I leaned over and kissed her sweetly, thanking her for an amazing night. I took in a deep breath and watched her get out of the car, walk up to the door, then turn around and wave at me. She was an amazing woman, and she knew that she could count on me for anything. The question in my mind was whether she would actually do that when the time came.
Chapter 14
Josie
I was having one of those days where I just wanted to crawl under the covers and go back to bed, hoping the day would either restart on a better note or pass by. My mind was all over the place. When one of my students puked all over another student, I really felt like I was going to have an emotional breakdown. To make matters worse, my father was not home when Blaine had dropped me off, and he never showed up back at the house. I tried to call him several times, but his phone was either off or dead. Even when the phone would ring, he didn’t pick it up, and my emotions ranged from terrified to pisse
d off in the blink of an eye.
I got the sick student cleaned up and sent them both down to the office to call their parents. One needed a change of clothes, and the other just needed to go home. The janitor cleaned up the mess and left the room smelling much better. When lunchtime rolled around, I was dreading my tutoring. I was hungry since I didn’t eat breakfast, and I needed some quiet time. The feeling didn’t last long, though, as I looked up at the door and smiled, seeing Blaine walking into my classroom. He set a bag down on the desk and looked around the room. He had surprised me with sushi for lunch, something I loved, but barely ever had time or money to get.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I said, pulling the trays out.
“Yes, I did,” he said, winking. “I wanted to make sure you were getting a healthy lunch when you gave up your free hour to tutor your kids. Someone needs to take care of you.”