We spent the next hour working out our budget and then another hour scoping out what was on the market using Jock’s dated laptop.
When we’d finished, despite it being only midafternoon, I’m exhausted.I’m not hungry, can’t be bothered to go for a ride, so I go to my apartment.It’s quiet and I throw a bundle of dirty washing off the bed and flop without even bothering to take off my boots.
It is as if a part of me had been poured out, a plug pulled.Drained.My arms are empty without her and I miss her perfume, the feel of her unbelievably soft skin and the taste of her kisses and her pussy.I want to run my tongue all over her, leave no patch of flesh unexplored, and adore her the way she should be worshipped.
“Damn it.”I press the heels of my hands onto my eyes.How has she screwed with my brain to the point I can think of nothing else but her?Will that ever stop?Not likely.
But maybe one more fuck would get it out of my system.
I sit.Yes.There’s a plan.
“What the fuck are you doing, Reaper, you dumb cunt?”I drop back down.Fucking her again would only drop me deeper into this hellhole of missing her.And it was hell.I was hot and twitchy.My thoughts scattered and my heart squeezing as it rattled along too fast.
I get up again, strip, and shower.My cock stiffens when I think of fucking her against the wall in the motel.She’d submitted to me, taken everything I’d given her and loved it.
Love!That’s a luxury I can’t afford.It doesn’t survive in my world.
I fist my dick, rub it root to tip, and whack out a quick one.Spunk slaps onto the shower tray before swirling away with the water.But the wank gives me no relief.If anything, it makes me want her more.
Needing another drink, I dress and head down to the bar.Several club brothers are discussing a bike one of them has just bought that needs work on the cylinders.
I bum a smoke and pour a whiskey.The conversation is a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest and the pull I have to go to the ER and claim what’s mine.
Chapter Ten
Scarlet
My shift runs over and the next morning when I arrive at ER, I have dark rings beneath my eyes.
Jane, the department manager, grabs me in the staff room.“What are you doing here?”
“I’m on at 9:00.”
“Yeah, but that pileup on the freeway meant you were here until 3:00 AM.”She frowns.“You should have taken those hours back today, I’ve organized cover for you.”
I smile, though I know it doesn’t go to my eyes.My sadness is palpable.I feel sure everyone can see it and there’s not a damn thing I can do about that.“I’m here now, and I’m sure you could do with the extra hands.”
