WOLF LOYALTY

CHAPTER SEVEN

It’s over!!

Amelia pov.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” I don’t turn around to face Raymond hoping, that he’ll be overpowered by need and ignore my slip. “Keep going.

“Come on.”

Rogers, as in your friend, Rogers? You’ve left me for that loser?”

No! Rogers and I aren’t together. It’s you I need.” I turn around and try to kiss Raymond, but he gets up off the couch.

You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want me, Amelia.”

“Fuck you, then.

Without another word, I get up, pull my clothes on and storm off. He’s not making me beg again. Never again.

I drive back to Amanda’s at a reckless speed. I know I should slow down, but I’m so horny I feel like I’m going to explode.

It takes all my willpower to keep my hands on the steering wheel and not let one of them slide down to my clit.

That doesn’t stop me from pressing my legs together.

Fuck, I need to come.

I rush inside, running to my room and slamming the door behind me.

I throw myself onto my bed, yanking my pants down. I reach blindly into the drawer for the dildo. It slides into me easily. I start thrusting hard and fast. My eyes slip shut again, and I imagine Rogers again.

He’s become such a frequent wank fantasy that I don’t even feel guilty about it anymore. Rogers leans forward to kiss me, his long hair brushing against my neck. I use

one hand to work my clit while I use the other to operate the dildo.

I wonder what Rogers’s mouth tastes like? I imagine kissing him, sucking on his lower lip before letting my tongue slide into his mouth.

I can feel it coming on. My thighs tense and my pussy clenches, trying to push out the dildo. In response, I thrust harder, rubbing circles on my clit with my finger.

I scream as I come, my entire being crying out with the release. The dildo falls to the bed as my legs flop down. I lie there panting for a minute before turning the dildo off, washing it, and returning it to the drawer.

It’s only then that I realize my lunch hour is up. I told Roland that I was going out for lunch and might be late, so I’ve got some wriggle room, but I need to get going.

I get dressed and go back to work, hoping I don’t look too much like I’ve just gone home to wank.

By the time I’ve finished the article on undocumented workers, I’m restless and horny again.

Fuck, I need sex, and I need it right now.

If only I was like the people who could have casual sex, but it’s just not me, and I’m certainly not ready for another relationship yet.

What if that relationship was with Rogers?

Shut up, Amelia, he’s your friend. He doesn’t want to be with you romantically -you would know by now if he did. Just buy a bigger dildo. That’s the best you’re going to get for now.

**

As I’m driving home, I get a WhatsApp message.

I hurry home, checking it as soon as I’m parked in the driveway.

It’s not from Rogers it’s from Raymond.

Raymond: So today could have been fun. How about we

try again tomorrow? It’ll be like old times.

Amelia: It was a one-time thing, Raymond. Things between us are over.

Raymond: They didn’t seem so over when you jumped me.

Amelia:Never heard of breakup sex? As I said, we’re

done.

Raymond: You’ve never been one to use people and then

dump them I’d hate to see it start now.

Amelia: I didn’t hear you complaining.

Manipulative bastard.

I try to ignore him, but Raymond keeps texting me. Eventually, frustration wins out and I blocked him.

Not two minutes later, I get another message. Once again, it’s not from Rogers.

Mom: Hey, honey. How are you doing?

I highly suspect she’s just enquiring about my health, but I suppose I have to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Amelia. Good, thanks. You?

Mom:

Great! I met the nicest man yesterday. He works at the grocery store down the road, and he says he’s single. You should go there sometime.

Mom:

His name is Daniel. I think you’d like him.

Amelia, I’m not looking for a relationship, mom. It’s too soon after Raymond.

Mom:

You shouldn’t be so closed-minded, Amelia. You won’t be young forever, you know.

Amelia :

Got to go, mom works calling.

This is exactly what I expected.

I groan in frustration. I knew she would be like this.

I swear half the reason I stayed with Raymond even after things got bad was that I didn’t want her badgering me.

**

Over the next few days, I do my best to take as long as possible to respond to her messages. I also have to exercise great restrain to stop myself messaging Rogers quite as many times as my mom is messaging me.

He responded once, saying he’s out of town for work, and that he’ll contact me when he’s back.

If he’s really out of town, or if he’s still annoyed with me? I don’t want to be clingy, so I wait for Rogers to message me.

Three days after my fight with Rogers, Amanda and I are having breakfast together when my phone pings its WhatsApp tone. I stab my waffle hard enough that the plate makes an ominous cracking noise.

Your mom still bothering you?”

Yes.” I don’t need to check the phone to know that it’s her.

You know, she’s probably not going to leave you alone until you start going out with Someone else.”

I know, “I groan. “I may have to change my number.”

I was thinking of a more creative solution.”

I’m all ears.”

Find someone you trust, and tell your mom you’re dating them. Take them to dinner with her a few times. Let them play up the role. She’ll leave you alone, then.”

Are you volunteering?”

Amanda grinned. “Could be fun. Can you imagine their faces if you introduced me as your girlfriend?”

We could make the announcement over dinner and watch them all choke on their potatoes.”

Amanda and I both dissolve into giggling at the mental image. “No, it wouldn’t work,” I sigh once we’ve stopped laughing. “As fun as it would be, she wants me to have children. It would have to be a guy.”

“You’re telling me that you don’t think I’m fit to bear your children?” Amanda’s mock-indignant tone has us both chuckling again.

“We can lecture her on what is possible within science nowadays, but I don’t think it would make much difference – I don’t think she’d really believe it, not until the baby is born.

So unless you really want to bear my child, perhaps we should think of another option.”

“Possibly – I’m not ready to be a mother. Besides, can you imagine us as a couple? We’d be terrible.”

We would be,” I agree.

Amanda and I are perfect as best friends, but a couple? We’d be a disaster. Rogers, on the other hand…

“What about Rogers?”Shit, she’s reading my mind now. Uh… what about Rogers?”

“Would he be willing to help you with this?”

“I don’t really feel comfortable asking him

that.”Why not? You’ve known him as long as you’ve known me. You two are super close. I’m sure he’d do it for you.”

Maybe, but you don’t know my mom. She wouldn’t be satisfied with dating. She won’t really leave me alone until I’m married. I’m not going to ask Rogers to marry me.”

At least, not when it’s not real. I couldn’t ask that of him, especially given my very real feelings for him.

Shut up, Amelia. You’re ignoring those feelings, remember? Rogers is your friend.

“I suppose that is a bit much to ask. What’s going on with you and Luke anyway? You haven’t said a word about him in days. Usually, you never shut up about him.”

I can feel my face going red. “We kind of had a fight.”

Let me guess. He’s not happy that you’re still investigating him?”

“Not at all. Do you think I’m doing the right thing? Should I back off?”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“No way. I know Rogers. There’s nothing worse for him than keeping secrets. Remember when I planned that surprise birthday party for you? He was miserable for

weeks, not telling you. The sooner you find out what he feels he can’t tell you, then happier he’ll be.”

“That’s what I think too.” My doubts soothed, I reach for my phone. Still no message from Rogers. Maybe it’s time for me to break the silence.

Amelia: Rogers, I’m sorry about what happened. I miss you. Can we meet up:

There’s no response. I see that the message is read, but Rogers doesın’t reply. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to think the unimaginable.

What if I’ve really pushed him too hard? What if he’s willing to end our friendship to keep his secret?

I don’t know what I’ll do without him.

T. B. C