Free THIEF: Part 2 by Kimberly Malone

around his fingers, his cock didn't just swell.
                  “Erin, I'm gonna come,” he moaned, half asking.  My response was to slide his cock even deeper, and within seconds, I could feel his milk pouring into my throat.  Our orgasms overlapped by a split-second.
                  Even as Silas pulled me up to lie beside him, and even as we drifted to sleep, his arms around me with my head on his chest, my worries didn't return.  It wasn't until I awoke the next morning, eyes adjusting to a shaft of white sunlight, that I remembered.  My skull recognized the pressure of dehydration.  My brain booted up and brought it all back.
                  I had a record.  Mom was dead.  I was being accused of theft I didn’t commit, for once.  Gordon Williams was suing me over a stupid car I hadn’t even wanted.
                  The hangover hit hard.  Drinking rarely affects me the next morning, but this one was bad.  So now, here I was, trying to remember the night before and nothing else—if I could think about how weightless I’d felt with Silas, how nothing mattered but him and the candlelight and the spinning room as he fit his body to mine.  But the feeling of Kyle Meegan’s leather office chair against my sweaty skin, and the throbbing headache building behind my eyes, were too much to ignore.
                  “Erin?”
                  I blinked at Kyle.  “Hmm?”
                  “I was asking if you’d like to take Mr. Williams to court over this, or settle instead.”
                  “Settle?”
                  “Pay him off.”
                  As if I didn’t feel sick enough.
                  “No,” I managed, firm, if not harsh.  “Definitely not.”
                  Kyle gives Silas a look, then slowly turns his attention back to me.  “You’re sure?”
                  “You said he doesn’t have anything against me, right?” I ask.  “So why not go to court?”
                  Kyle spreads his hands.  “There’s always a chance of losing,” he says.  “And sometimes, people settle just to avoid the hassle of court.  But if you don’t want to settle…”
                  “I don’t.”
                  “…then court it is.”  He picks up some notes.  “Now, on the Fox Ridge matter—”
                  Silas holds up his hand, smiling, and stands.  “Actually,” he says, and helps me up, “I think we’re going to have to practice testimony another day this week, Kyle.  Erin’s not feeling well.”
                  I squeeze his hand, a silent thank-you.  Paying Kyle for the full hour is worth it, when I feel like this.
                  Our apartment’s spot is taken when we arrive.  “Shit,” Silas breathes.  “That’s Abby’s car.”
                  I groan.  “What does she want?”
                  “Her alimony, I’m guessing.”  He runs his hands through his hair, cursing, and parks in a visitor spot.  For a long time, he just stares, like Abby’s car might vanish if he tries hard enough.  Finally, he takes a breath and opens his door.  “Let me go talk to her—you mind waiting here?  I promise, it won’t take long.”
                  “Go ahead.”  I recline my seat to lie down and pull a blanket from the backseat over my eyes.  “I just want to sleep, anyway.  I don’t care where.”
                  “All right.  I’ll be back soon and give you the green light to come inside.”  His laugh is sarcastic.
                  I fall asleep quickly, but it’s a light, dreamless sleep, stuttering back into consciousness every few minutes.  My heart races with dehydration, and every burst of sunlight when the clouds shift pierces my