Aunt Rochelle

Molly:

Last night was the worst combination ever. How could he jerk off right after we had sex? Was I not satisfactory enough? At least he moaned my name.

I awoke feeling as if bricks had been thrown at me, only to open my eyes to find Farrell laying on me. He appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Looking down at him, I ran my hands over his perfectly toned back. As I ran my hands across his back, he adjusted, and his grip on my arms tightened slightly.

I wished he would trust me.

I wanted him to, but he was not ready. I didn’t know what his fears were, and he would never admit it. Underneath the “I am a mafia boss” persona was a soft man who wanted to be loved.

I’ve been growing tired of his games lately. Maybe it was the sex, I could not tell, but I wanted more of him. I needed to be let into his enormous space; I thought to myself, unconsciously drawing a square with my index finger.

He stood up right away, and I took a deep breath. That is when I realized I had not been breathing pr