He saw her then, truly saw her; the determination etched into her features, the droplets of water clinging to her skin like morning dew on grass. He could feel her heat, her desire, as she rode him, her movements growing more frantic with each passing second. She tied him to the bed, lying on his back, his feet were tied to his hands, ass in the air. But he remained silent, enjoying the show instead of disrupting it with his desires. With the laundry basket perched on her hip, Cheyenne found Larry, his eyes fixed on the frame of the door she had passed through minutes ago. The backyard was no less chaotic, the unchecked growth of weeds entwined with abandoned garden tools. Cheyenne reached out, her fingers grazing the cold metal of the faucet before she turned it, coaxing a stream of water to life. because I know what it’s like to lose someone. The effort drew a soft grunt from him, a sound that was more air than voice, but it was enough to fuel her determination. The memories of his life with Erin flooded back, the laughter and love they once shared echoed off the now-bare walls. Inside him, there was a void, a wound so deep it threatened to suck him into oblivion.
