Zoe“Oh, my God, Daddy. Right there. Fuck yeah,” I groaned. I was being rewarded for saving Elijah’s life with a massage. I’d received massages before, but this massage was hitting differently. “Harder,” I moaned.“Mama, you’re gonna have to stop moaning like that, or I won’t be able to hold myself back,” Elijah warned.“I don’t want you to. I’ve been trying to tell you that,” I whined into the pillow.“Mama, it’s not safe. I think you’re more injured than we realized. The doctor said you would be sore for a few days, but you can barely walk. I had to carry you upstairs.”“You know, if I had something stronger than two 325mg tabs of Tylenol, then I would be able to walk,” I huffed.“I’ll roll you a joint in a little bit if you stop complaining. It’ll help with the pain.”I popped my head up from the pillow. I wished I could turn around to stare Elijah dead in his eyes as he repeated that statement. “I thought you didn’t like when I smoked?” I incredulously asked.“The only thing I’ve
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