Morgan was gone.
I was fucking everything up. What was one more thing?
Marla stroked my cock. It felt wrong. I hated her touching me.
But right then I sort of hated myself.
“Oh god,” she groaned, rubbing against me. I shed my jeans. I let her take off my boxers.
Morgan was gone.
God, I missed her.
I wanted her so much I thought I’d lose my mind.
I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone as much as I missed her.
Anna was right, I was depressed.
And Marla was still kissing me. Touching me. She was trying to get a reaction out of me. I wasn’t getting hard. Not for her.
Never for her.
Because I didn’t want her to touch me. I didn’t want to touch any woman that wasn’t Morgan.
Morgan…
“No, Marla. Stop,” I said, trying to get her off me.
“Please, Lucas,” she whined.
“No!” I shouted, shoving her hard enough that she nearly toppled off the bed.
Then my door was opening.
“Mate, you in here?” Alan asked, walking into my room and turning on the light. Anna and Craig were right behind him.
“What the fuck?” Craig roared.
Downstairs the party went quiet.
Marla scrambled for her clothes. “Craig, baby, this is nothing. I swear.”
Alan’s eyes were as big as saucers. Anna looked away and I realized my flaccid cock was in plain view. I pulled on my boxers and stood up.
“Craig, mate, she just showed up. I was passed out and then I woke up and she was here. Naked.”
Craig clenched his fists and then punched me square in the jaw. I stumbled back, falling on the bed.
“Craig, stop it.” Alan grabbed our teammate’s arm but he wrenched away.
He turned on his wife. “What the hell are you doing here? Do you honestly think he’d want to fuck you? That he’d give you the time of day?”
“He already has,” Marla spat out, covering her breasts.
Craig looked as though she had kicked him the gut. He turned to me.
“Look, it was once. A long time ago. We didn’t know each other very well. It was the first week I was with the club. I was wasted and she came on to me. It was a weak and stupid thing to do and I regret it every single day,” I told my friend, hoping he believed me.
