Hitching Heather’s leg higher, I buried my cock to the root and began to fuck her into the mattress, my eyes glued to the girls as they continued kissing each other.
It didn’t take long. Within a minute of grinding my cock into Heather, I felt the build.
“Jesus,” I muttered, bucking my hips harder, the nerves in my lower back tingling until I felt it coming.
Arizona turned her head until her eyes met mine. “Fuck her hard,” she whispered. “Wreck that pussy.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. Letting out a low groan, my hips bucked, and my cum erupted. I lost all rhythm, my ass and hips jerking uncontrollably while I filled the condom covering my dick.
Seconds later, I opened my eyes, eased my cock from Heather’s cunt, released her leg, and watched as she groaned and rolled to her side, continuing to make out with Heather.
A small smile crossed my face. “Sorry, ladies, but if you wanna carry on the party, you’ll have to do it somewhere else. I’m bushed.”
Arizona pulled back again. “Don’t you want round two? You usually go all night.”
I rolled off the bed and grabbed my jeans. “Been up for days, babe. Need some sleep.”
She pouted. “I’ll go get Trick instead.”
Pulling my jeans up, I slid them over my ass. “Fill your boots, Ari. Just do it somewhere else, alright. Shouldn’t need to tell you twice.” I nodded toward my bathroom door. “Gonna go take a shower while you girls go take a hike.”
“No need to be an asshole about it,” Arizona snapped.
I scraped a hand down my face. This was the last thing I needed. I just wanted them to clear out while I grabbed a few hours of sleep. I felt bruised and battered from visiting Allie and seeing the parents. Maybe I should’ve held off banging club whores for a few days until I got myself together, but I needed a release, and I needed to sleep without dreaming. All I could see when I closed my eyes was my dead wife’s face. Exhausting myself was the only way to vanquish her ghost from inside my fucked-up head.
I walked into the bathroom and switched the shower on, listening to the sounds of the girls getting dressed and leaving. As soon as the door shut behind them, I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped inside the cubicle, lifting my face into the spray of hot water raining down, making me clean again.
Screwing other women seemed to banish Allie for a little while, at least. Except now I had another ghost to contend with because somehow, Saint McClure had gotten inside my head too, though honestly, she’d been there since our night together. Between her and Allie, I didn’t stand a goddamned chance. Peace was something I yearned for, but always seemed to be just out of reach.
Steam filled the shower, and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe through the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
The last few days had been draining. Losing Allie never got easier, especially around this time of year. It felt like I had a well of memories and feelings insidethat usually stayed buried. Then, Allie’s birthday would come around, and those feelings would rise so suddenly and quickly that they overflowed.
Grabbing my body wash, I lathered up, shampooed my hair, and rinsed the soap away before stepping out of the shower and drying off. I brushed my teeth on autopilot before stumbling back to my bedroom, pulling the blinds, and falling into bed as naked as the day I was born.
Closing my eyes, I tried to clear my mind, knowing full well that Allie’s pale blue eyes would flash through my mind to torment me, but instead, all I could see was Saint’s glowing blue orbs.
I shifted on the bed, needing to sleep but also filled with so much restlessness that I knew I was fighting a losing battle. Suddenly, I wished I hadn’t sent the girls away. At least while I was with them, I wasn’t thinking abouther.
It was almost a relief when my cell pinged, the sound alerting me that Hendrix had called Church. I sat up and shifted my ass to the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hands while I tried to get my thoughts in order.
Allie’s sweet voice whispered through my head.No rest for the wicked, baby.
The corner of my mouth twitched because she wasn’t fucking wrong.
Grabbing my phone, I read the group message.
BLADE:Church in ten
Then,with a sigh, I stood, went to my drawers, grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a tee, and put them on. Shrugging on my cut, I made for the door and hauled ass down the stairs, hitting reception in record time.
As I headed down the corridor toward Church, a clipped British-accented voice called, “How was NOLA?”
My steps faltered, and I craned my neck to see Gambit walking up behind me. “Hey!” I greeted. “It was as good as these things can be.”
A hand hit my shoulder, his dark eyes studying my face. “You look tired.”
“I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” I admitted. “Maybe havin’ a threesome with Ari and the new girl the second I got back was a step too far even for me.”
