Chapter 15
Callie
Vince from narcoticswas a waste of a dick—a waste of a big, thick dick—the poor guy just didn’t know how to use it well. He didn’t know how to use any of his extremities adequately; fingers, lips, tongue, all wasted little body parts. I'm questioning if he was even aware he was in possession of those other appendages, since he used none of them.NONE.
At the moment, I had the misfortune of being trapped in the steel vise grip of some twisted version of a spooningposition.
"That was incredible," he panted heavily against myback.
His chest was slick with sweat, and the scent of his cologne was beginning to make my stomach churn violently. I just wanted to get up and actually find someone and get laid—and this guy thought we’d just had incredible sex? It was honestly the worst three minutes of mylife.
Every muscle in my body stiffened with frustration. Even the joints in my jaw ached with pain from how tight I was grinding my teeth. I mean, just because your dick is inside me and you tell me to cum, doesn’t mean it will magically happen. I didn’t ride here on my unicorn. Cuming on demand isn’t a real thing, not for me anyway. If it were, I’d be ordering one after the other like it was happyhour.
I tapped out on his slimy arm. “Okay, I need to use thebathroom.”
I had to give him a little shove with my elbow to get him to move. The waterpark he turned my bed into made for a cringeworthy body suctioning effect as I tried to escape. I couldn't get to the bathroom fastenough.
I ran the faucet and leaned my palms on the sink. It took me a few seconds to be able to look up at my own reflection in the mirror. "There is something seriously wrong with you,” I whispered to the crazy-eyed woman staring back atme.
For starters, I kept calling the guy I just slept with Vincefromnarcotics.
Beyond that, Vincefrom narcoticsended up being more of a collection of the most nightmarish quirks I could imagine, rather than a real person. He wanted to be tied up and got visibly annoyed when I told him I didn’t have any rope or cord on hand, and he stomped around, huffing and whining. He felt the need to touch everything in my house. He thumbed through my mail, scolding me upon finding an unopened letter from Publisher’s Clearing House and poked his fingers over the plants, pictures, and books I kept around each room. He even made my bedbeforewe got onit.
I splashed water over my face and rubbed hard at myeyes.
How long would I be stuck in this house with him? I don’t think I could last more than fifteenminutes.
All I had wanted to do was erase Dylan from my brain.Dylan, Addison, and Ben. I was caught up in the fantasy of it all. There was once a time when all I thought about was becoming a mother, a wife, someone who was needed and wanted. For months, it had been the center of my life. Losing it all left me empty and withoutpurpose.
Back then, it was my job that saved me. It was the only thing that offered me any gravity in this world, the only thing even on the shittiest, darkest days gave mehope.
And this past week, for a brief point in time, I had a reminder of what I had lost, spending that small amount of time with Dylan and his children. I small glimpse of all the things I ever wanted. A feverish dream I was now wide awake from. There was no logical reason for me to think I cared about him or think I could be something special to him. He already has his broken little doll; he didn’t need another. And he was too good of a man for meanyway.
Whether it was insecurity, jealousy, or just sheer self-deprecation rearing its ugly head didn’t matter. The only thing of any significance was, Dylan Sanborn was married. Period. End ofdream.
Vince banged on the bathroom door hard. “Hey, you almostdone?”
Please God, restrain me from throat punching the guy. “Yeah. I’ll be right out,” I said, turning the water off. I peeked at myself in the mirror again and tried to run my hands through my wildhair.
Vince pounded on the door again. “Your phone is blowing up outhere.”
I opened the door and padded over to my nightstand, where my phone was ringing. On the screen, Max's face looked up at me. "Yeah, boss?" I said, answering the phoneimmediately.
"Hey. What are you doing?" Max's voice sounded muffled, like he was covering it with hishands.
"Regretting all my poor life choices." Behind me, Vince was almost dressed. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, pulling on his socks and ignoring me.It’s like we were still havingsex.
“Great. Get your ass down here. We’re at TheFountain.”
"We?" I glanced quickly at the clock on my desk. It was almost nine. If the team was there, I was in for a long night of decompressing, and I didn't think I was up forit.
“Yeah. Me and your neighbor from across thestreet.”
Dylan? I ran to the window and flung the curtains to the side to look at his house. It was pitch black, and his car was parked outfront.
"Is heokay?"
“Having some friends around might make the situation a bit better for him,” Maxanswered.
