Emma let me in.
"Are you okay?" I asked, looking her over for any injuries. She nodded; her face streaked with dried tears. I pulled her into a hug and the tiny girl clung to me. Reluctantly I let go.
"Where's your mom?" I asked.
"Up-upstairs," she hiccupped.
"Why don't you watch some TV while I check on her?"
Emma nodded again, but didn't move.
"Everything's going to be fine. I promise," I said and forced a smile. Once I'd gotten Emma settled in the TV room, I headed upstairs.
As soon as I opened the bedroom door, the smell of alcohol, sex and puke hit me. Many empty liquor bottles littered the room and Nat lay sprawled half-dressed across the bed. There were wrappers and used condoms in the trash.
I didn't want to see this and closed my eyes. This wasn't my problem anymore. Why was I even here? Because the little girl downstairs didn't deserve to see her mother like this. Neither did her two brothers who would be home before long. Their father sure as hell wouldn't lift a finger to help in this situation, because she'd left him for me. Like it or not, this was all my fault.
Walking over to the bed, I slapped Nat's face gently. She stirred and opened her eyes a fraction.
"Marshallll."
I pulled the puke-stained t-shirt over her head, but left her underwear on. Scooping her up, I walked to the ensuite and put Nat in the tub. Then I turned the shower spray on. She sputtered and came awake.
"What the fuck!" she screeched.
"Clean yourself up," I ordered and walked back into the bedroom.
Stripping the bed I dumped all the sheets into the dirty clothes hamper. From the hall closet I got clean linens and remade the bed. Next I hauled all the trash and empty bottles down to the garage.
Poking my head into the TV room, I checked on Emma. "How you doing sweetie?"
"Good. How's mommy?"
"She's okay. Just having a shower now."
Emma looked relieved and finally smiled.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, I headed back upstairs. Nat was pulling on a clean sweat suit when I came in. I handed her the water.
"Thanks," she said, slurring a little. "I knew you still cared."
"I care about the little girl downstairs, worried sick about her mother," I said. "What the fuck are you doing passed out drunk while she's here?"
"Don't judge me! Things haven't been easy! Because of you!" she shouted, jabbing a finger at me.
"I'm not forcing you to drink and whore around!" I yelled, fists clenched at my side.
"You did this!" she screamed.
"You gonna scream at me? I'm outta here," I turned to the bedroom door.
Nat grabbed my arm, tugging me back. "No!"
"Let go!" I yelled, trying to fling her off as she dug her nails into my arm. "Fuck!"
Struggling, I tried to push Nat away. She slapped me. It shocked me into stillness. She took advantage and slapped me again harder.
Whirling I shoved her against the wall. Breathing hard, we glared at each other. Grabbing the back of my neck, she slammed our lips together.
The kiss was brutal, but my body responded. Pulling back, I put some space between us.
"Come on baby," Nat whispered, laying a hand on my chest. "Let's stop all this. I know you want me."
Aroused, I could still feel her lips on mine. Nat was pleading and beautiful. For a moment, I thought maybe we could make this work. Then I remembered the pictures she'd taken while fucking around on me.
"How many guys you cheat with?" I asked.
Natalie's eyes went wide. I could practically see her drunken mind trying to come up with an answer.
"F-four," she said. "I'm so sorry! You're the only one I want. I swear! I'll do anything baby, please!"
She was lying again. In the pictures she'd sent I'd identified six different men. So the true number had to be more than that.
"If it's me you want, why'd you do it?"
"You were always busy!" Nat said. "And you cheated on me first!"
I shook my head. "I never cheated on you Nat. I thought this was different. We both said we were through with cheating."
"You're right," she said, moving forward and rubbing her tits against my chest. "They were nothing! A distraction. It's just you and me that matter. Right baby? Let's start over."
She leaned in to kiss me, but I shoved her back.
"No," I said. "I'm done with your lying, cheating ass."
As I walked out of the bedroom, Nat screamed and fell to her knees crying.
I said goodbye to Emma, telling her Nat was fine but needed some time alone. She hugged me tight and it broke my heart to leave her there.
Turning up the music, I drove without a destination, lost in my thoughts. I couldn't help feeling responsible for Nat's situation. I'd pursued her even though she was married and initiated the affair. I'd persuaded her to leave her husband for me. Now I didn't want her anymore. I felt bad and had no idea how to make things right. But getting back together was out of the question.
Eventually my stomach growled, reminding me I'd left the restaurant before dinner. Pulling into the Taco Bell drive thru, I got my food and ate in the parking lot.
It was late. I should go home. But while thinking about Nat, my thoughts kept wandering back to Callie. I wished we'd had the chance to sort things out this afternoon. I could really use her now.
Deciding it was worth the chance, I drove to her house. Walking to the door, I knocked softly in case she was already asleep. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I waited. After a minute, the hall light went on and Callie opened the door.
"I know it's late, I'm sorry ..." I stopped, not knowing what else to say.
She stepped aside and let me in. I shut and locked the door behind me. Then grabbed Callie in a hug and hung on, burying my face in her hair. Her hand rubbed up and down my back.
My lips found her neck and sucked lightly. Callie's hand stilled, but she didn't pull away. Pushing my luck, I grabbed her ass and ground her against me. She moaned. It was all the encouragement I needed. Picking her up, I moved us into the bedroom.
Dropping her on the bed, I pulled my shirt off and crawled over her. Shoving her pajama top up, my mouth fastened onto her nipple as my mind whirled. I hadn't thought this far ahead. Should I be gentle this time? I wasn't feeling gentle, but I'd just gotten out of the dog house with Callie.
Easing up, I planted soft kisses across her chest and neck. Looking up I saw Callie watching me.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Ya need it explained to you?" I grumbled.
She pulled her top off then forced my head back to her breasts. "Don't fucking stop til there's marks."
I'd have laughed if my mouth wasn't busy obeying. Nixing gentle, I nipped and sucked while her hands ran over my arms and back. Panting now, she pushed me away and reached for my belt.
"Take off your pants," she ordered.
"You're bossy tonight," I said, stripping.
"You're bossy all the time."
"Imma have to teach you some manners slut," I growled.
"Like you have manners," Callie laughed.
Hiding a grin, I pulled her up and moved us to the end of the bed. Bending her over the footboard, I positioned Callie so her chest was flat on the bed, ass up and legs spread wide. Walking back to my jeans, I pulled my belt from the loops.
"What are you doing?" Callie asked, standing up to watch me.
"I'm gonna hit," I said, pushing her back down. "In more ways than one."
Folding the belt, I smacked it across her ass. Callie gasped as I watched her skin flush pink. I hit her again and Callie moaned.
"Ya like that?" I asked. When she didn't answer, I whacked her again harder. "I asked you a question bitch."
"Yes!" she said.
Looking at the marks I'd left on her ass had me rock hard. I ran a hand over the perfect globes and licked my lips. I needed to be inside her.
Dropping the belt, I moved behind Callie and pushed my tip in.
"Wait!" Callie stiffened, looking back over her shoulder at me.
"What?"
"Condom!"
Fuck! Pulling out, I stomped over to the night stand and grabbed a foil package. Tearing into it, I smoothed the condom down my dick. It throbbed in my hand, already desperate for release.
Behind Callie once more, I grabbed her hips and slammed in. The soft and tight sensation made me groan. So good!
Thrusting repeatedly into Callie, pushed her hard against the footboard. She gripped the sheets in both hands.
"Please. Please!" she begged. "I'm so close!"
Reaching forward, I wound her hair around my fist and pulled her head back. "You want me to make you cum?"
"Yes!"
Pushing her back down, I slapped her ass and continue slamming into her pussy. She cried out and I felt her spasm around my dick. Closing my eyes, I waited for my own orgasm. It felt imminent but didn't come. Growling I pulled out and ordered Callie onto the bed.
Laying down, I motioned for her to get on. "Ride me."
She placed her hands on my chest to steady herself and slid down on my dick. Slowly she began to move, quickly increasing the pace. Leaning back, she intensified the angle. As I watched her tits bounce, her blond hair fell around her pretty face. I moved a hand to her pussy and my fingers found her clit, pressing hard. Callie's mouth formed an "o" as she came again.
My hands gripped her hips and moved her faster as I felt my orgasm stir. A sharp tug on my hair caused my eyes to snap open and look up at Callie.
"Don't cum yet!" she ordered.
"Are you insane?"
"I wanna cum again," she said.
"Crazy bitch!" I swore as I flipped us over, onto Callie's back. Slamming into her pussy, my hand went around her neck and tightened. "I'll fucking cum whenever I want," I growled.
Her nails dug into my arms as she moaned and her pussy spasmed. I felt myself explode with the extra friction.
"Fuuuuuck," I groaned, finishing with a few sloppy thrusts.
I collapsed onto Callie, enjoying the fading sensation and snugness of her pussy. When my dick softened, I pulled out and roll onto my back. We lay in silence as our breathing returned to normal.
"Three to one," I muttered, sliding the condom off, knotting and setting it on the night stand. "You owe me a couple orgasms."
"Nah. That was my due for beating you at golf," Callie said, propping herself up to look at me. "Where'd you disappear to afterwards?"
Peaceful and satisfied now in rose scented sheets, the horrible scene with Nat almost didn't seem real.
"My ex's daughter called, needing help," I mumbled.
"Where was her mother?" Callie asked puzzled.
"That's what she needed help with. Nat was passed out drunk," I sighed, closing my eyes.
"She's not handling the break up well?" Callie asked.
I laughed. "Understatement of the year."
"Why'd you guys break up?"
This wasn't any of Callie's business and I considered not answering. But I didn't think she was looking for dirt and there was no judgement in her voice.
"It wasn't working, hadn't been for awhile. Then I found out she cheated."
Callie was silent. Wondering if she'd fallen asleep, I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. She looked sympathetic.
"I'm sorry," she said.
I shrugged and turned away. I didn't need her pity. "She's the one who's sorry now."
"Does that make it hurt any less?"
No. But I didn't answer. My limbs felt heavy and eyes started to close. It had been a roller coaster of a day. I should leave now. The longer I stayed in Callie's bed, the harder it would be to get up and go. Or maybe ... I could stay, just this once...
Snuggling under the covers, I pulled Callie against me and fell asleep.
