Chapter 63
GEORGIA
Mac left. I wasn’t sure if I should hate that an emergency call interrupted us. It kept the goodbye quick. If someone wasn’t dying or a building wasn’t burning down, he’d have lingered. I’d have surely cried. He’d have… well, I’d never know now.
He was gone. I felt him missing as much as I felt my pussy ache from his last bit of attention.
Even though he’d fucked me rough and hard up against the wall, that hadn’t been the answer. With those kisses and that naughty sex, it wasn’t him saying yes, stay. It had been, I need to fuck you one last time before you go.
I thought he’d been so consumed he couldn’t hold back, just like I’d wanted to go to him. So I had. But it hadn’t been me being in love with him kissing him and him being in love with me kissing me right back.
Nope. It had been a dick sendoff.
He didn’t pick me. He didn’t want me. I wasn’t permanent. Of making a family with me. I was only good for a fill-in position. A babysitter. What was the saying? Always a babysitter and never a baby of your own?
Now I knew. I wasn’t worth keeping and making a life with. I’d put too much emotional stock into the past two weeks. I wouldn’t cheapen it by saying I was only good for sex, but that was the value we were supposed to place on our time together.
Just sex. No strings. No feelings. Just fucking.
But I wanted more. I let my heart in. And so with an achy pussy and a broken heart, I cried.