Finding Mayhem

by Layla Frost

I didn’t bother to explain that since it’d likely be lost on him. And I didn’t have the time, patience, or enough crayons to dumb it down. I wanted to get in and get done.

“Ay,” he greeted, forcing casual as he gave me a shoulder slap. “How’s it going?” “Can’t complain. How’s the wifey?” Nothing about the way he grinned was forced. “Fookin’ perfection. Fookin’ magic.”

The way he positioned me had been thoughtful, but the way he fucked me was carnal.

“Hold her like a baby,” I said. “I’ve never held a baby.” “Neither had I. You don’t see me bitching.” I thought for a moment. “Hold her like your edibles just kicked in, and she’s the last burrito in the world.”