“Ah, Jesus,” she wails with her face set against the mattress.

“I think one of your fantasy men just arrived. Picture his tongue fluttering across your swelling clit while I pleasure you with my dick. The two of us having our way with you... oh you’re so fucking wet... cum.”

Her body is as straight as a board, her hand moving at great speed.

“You want me to cum with you? I’m close. Let me fill you, shoot into you... hell, you’re cumming aren’t you? Yesss,” I pant, as she whimpers. “Here I go, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking fill you.”

Damn, I want her to feel this. It’s got to be just as good for her. One shot, then the next. “Fuck,” I moan. “Fuck, Soph... fuck.” My weight must be crushing, but I can’t stop; can’t move, or roll, or control my hips from their final thrusts.

My heart pounds and my dick twitches inside her; sensitive to the pulsating flesh under her clit. I let her orgasm encase me until I can no longer handle the sensations, and pull out. My dick drips cum onto her back and I lick it off in a loving gesture.

“Wow, you haven’t done that before.”

“It wasn’t me, like I said, your fantasy man is here.”

She rolls onto her back with a laugh. “We’re so fucked up, you know? I was so pissed at you just a little while ago, and now here we are, fucking away like rabbits.”

“I enjoy it. Would you rather be normal, whatever that means?” I ask.

“You mean go to work, come home, and ask how your day was, then you ask how my day was, then we have dinner and watch TV, and then go to bed and never touch one another? Nope. Never.”

“Okay then. Who have you been thinking about when we fuck? Besides me, I mean.”

“It’s a secret.”

“Come on, just tell me.” I lie next to her and kiss her cheek playfully trying to get her to reveal her banging buddy. “Everyone thinks about other people when they fuck. It’s normal. Why would you fantasize about the person you’re with? I mean, you can have them in reality anytime you want.”

“Yeah, it’s a natural thing, but it might not be normal to discuss it.”

“Please.”

“Oh, hell. Fine. Adam Levine.”

“Ha, even I think about him sometimes when I jerk off. You and a million other women have that guy in your head.”

“Forget I told you. What kind of fantasy is it if you know anyway? Now, I’m gonna picture you in the scene with him ‘cause now you know.”

“Is that bad?”

“Aargh, did you hear what I just said?” she jokes and rises from the bed. “This is a silly conversation.”

“I kind of look like him,” I whisper.

“You don’t look anything like him. Why would I masturbate to someone who looks like you anyway? What would the point of that be?”

“Double the trouble, double the fun.”

“Oh God, Cove,” she shakes her head and digs through the closet for a clean outfit to wear. “I am changing the subject now. Why don’t you tell me what David said to you last night? I know how he physically hurt you, and what he’s after, but what did he say?”

“Nothing. He just wants his money.” Again, there she goes, back to a shitty subject without letting me enjoy my orgasm for more than a minute.

“How long were you there?”

“What does it matter?”

“So you’re saying you walked in, he broke your fingers, said he wanted his money, and you left? What was that, like two minutes?”

“Drop it.”

“I want to know.”

I’m silent while she’s in the closet until she pokes her head out and shoots me the evil eye. She steps out and leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed and her foot tapping the wood floor.

“Cove?”

“Okay, Soph.” I pause and clear my throat. “He said you’re with me because you have no one else. That you’re going to disappear now that you have your father’s money. That’s why I freaked out, especially since you never even mentioned the check to me. I felt played by everyone.”

“So, you didn’t trust me?” she whispers.

“I was angry that you didn’t tell me, not about David playing tricks on my drunken brain.”

“But his words made you second guess me, our relationship, everything?”

“No. It’s not like that,” I sigh and place an arm over my face, shielding my eyes from the late morning light that’s finally decided to make an appearance. And there it goes, disappearing behind the clouds. Damn, take me with you. “Fuck, Soph. I was wasted.”

“Did you punish me with that nasty fuck in the car because I kept David a secret, or because you thought I was a whore who was using you?”

“Can we not fight again?” I plead, as my fingers and head pound with each beat of my heart.

“Sounds boring,” she says.

“Good. We need boring.”

“Cove, answer me.”

“Probably a little bit of both. I was in a state of confusion last night, and we’ve talked through it. Let it go.”

She opens the drawer to our dresser and tosses an envelop onto my chest. “You keep it. I don’t want or need anyone’s money.”

“I shouldn’t have told you. Next time I’ll just lie.”

“Don’t be a fucker.”

“Don’t go back to being a bitch.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

“I mean you’ve actually been supportive and sweet to me recently, but now you’re back to your asinine ways.”

“Excuse me?” her voice angrier than a trapped wolverine. She crosses her arms once more and wrinkles her forehead. Shit.

“Are you PMS-ing?” Oooh... that was the wrong thing to say. She races over and lands on top of me with her palms smacking my chest. I feel like a fucking Whac-A-Mole game. Her girly swats crack me up, which pisses her off even more. I grab her arm with one hand and flip her onto the bed then roll on top of her, covering her face with small kisses. It takes a few minutes, but I finally get her to laugh.

“Stop getting so upset about everything, alright?” I demand.

“You’re one to talk. You need to stop drowning yourself in alcohol whenever you’re upset, alright?”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

We stare at one another with narrow eyes and furrowed brows, her wrists captured by my hands, her knee inching into my groin as a threat as to what may come if I try anything else. With more kisses and a bite of her chin she laughs again and finally relaxes.

“David also said he could have my father sent back to prison,” I whisper.

“Blackmail.”

“Seems to happen a lot in my life.”

“He’ll get his fucking money. Anything else you’re not telling me?”

“Not that I can remember, how about you, Soph?” She struggles under my body for a moment and when I tighten my grip her knee hits my balls. Bulls-eye. “Dammit, what the fuck? Low blow, pounding me in the nuts like that.”

Her eyes widen in a panic as her face turns a greyish white. “Hurry, get off!”

As soon as she has enough space to slide away, she’s out from under me, and racing into the bathroom. The toilet seat flips upward, bangs against the back tank, and a split second later the sound of slush and slop hits the water.

“Soph, you okay?” I call out. She pukes again and groans. “Haverty wants to know why the two of us vomit so much.” I say, walking over to help her. “I guess we should ask ourselves the same question.” Her hands are on the rim, which I find flat out repulsive considering all the urine and shit I’ve seen splashed on that thing, and her upchuck looks like blood, no doubt the cranberry juice from earlier.

“I’m the one who should be hugging the porcelain crown, not you. And surprisingly, I only have a headache from my night of hell.” I hand her a towel and help her to the sink to wash up. “I thought you didn’t have anything to drink last night?”

“Cove,” she says in a quiet voice, splashing cold water onto her face. “I’d love to make a comment about you being a moron right now, but I’m gonna hold back.”

“I didn’t mean to say that I can hold my liquor and you can’t, I was only trying to make you feel better.”

“How is telling me you should be on your knees puking instead of me going to make me feel better?”