As she’d grown over the years, she’d becomeevenmore stunning. But rightthen, sitting on the ground with watery eyes, puffy lips, and my come coating her chin, I couldn’t remember a time when she’d looked more gorgeous.
I didn’t answer her as I pulled my phone out and loaded up the photo gallery. I had noissues deleting the photos from my album; I had already sent them to my email account. In my defense, I’d agreed to delete the photos from my phone; she didn’t say anything about deleting them from other platforms.
Besides, my brain was working overtime on a new plan, one I wouldn’t need the photosfor.
Holding my phone out so she could see, I selected the photos of her kissing the randomguy and opted to move them to the trash folder.
“And delete them from the trash,”Kiera muttered, her dark-brown eyes still not meetingmine.
I smirked as I clicked into the trash to delete them from my phone permanently.“Happynow?”
Her body slumped as she nodded, before finally meeting my gaze. Shame blazed in hereyes, and for a moment, a pang of pity coursed through me. Until I shook it away and reminded myselfthatKiera Carter was nothing but a cheating slut.
“Go home, Kiera,”I snarled, eyeing her with disgust.“And clean yourself up. You looklike a fucking mess.”
Withthat, I strolled out of the garden, ignoring the faintest of sobs coming from thedirection of the woman I would have once died for.
By the time I arrived back at my apartment, my phone had vibrated with a series of texts.Pouring myself a glass of neat vodka from my mini-bar, I collapsed on the couch and read through the messages.
The first was from James, and a streak of guilt shot through me at what I’dmade his sister do. James was my best friend, but if he ever found out what hadjusthappened with Kiera, he’d have no problem cutting my balls off and making me choke on them.
He was ruthless like that.
His text was informing methathe’d made arrangements to fly to Georgia first thing in the morning. Relievedthathe was distracted with finding a wife, I rolled my eyes, not quite believingthathe was going to go through with his plan to visit Peartree House. Butthatwas his business.
Tapping out a reply to wish him good luck—because he was certainly going to need it—Iquickly loaded up the next messages I’d received. A grin curled my lips as I read through.
Fuck Buddy 1:
Where are you, babe?Abigail is desperate to meet you.
A photo followed: a selfie of Carolina and her friend, almost kissing, the two of themgiving sultry looks to the camera. Both women were undeniably gorgeous, and I had no doubt they would have been an amazing fuck, but I couldn’t stop theimage of Kiera, on her knees in the mud, as she sucked my cock from materializing in my head.
Fuck, what I would have given to relive the moment she took my cock to the back of herthroat for the first time.
Shoving the image away, I carried on reading through the messages Carolina had sent.
Fuck Buddy 1:
We’re in the top-floor bedroom if you want to join us.
This message was accompanied by another selfie of the two women, only this time,they’d both taken their tops and bras off, and their bare tits were pressed together. My grin widened, only to falter at realizing the picture was having no effect on my cock.
Figuring it was probably because it hadn’t been long since I emptied my load downKiera’s throat, I scrolled to the next message and the accompanying photo.
Fuck Buddy 1:
Wish you were here.Her pussy is delicious.
The photo was of Carolina nestled between the spread legs of Abigail, her face inchesaway from her friend’s cunt, and Carolina’s tongue poking out.
And still, my cock didn’t stir.
Strange. It usually didn’t take the not-so-little General long to get going again. Perhaps, after Kiera almost sucking my brains out through him, itseemedhe wasn’t ready for any more actionjustyet.
But when the memory of Kiera gagging as I painted her throat with my come reared its head,my cock twitched, as if he were getting ready for round two with the woman I’d spent the last ten years of my life pretending didn’t exist.
Allowing the memories of the night I’d discovered her betrayal to replace the image ofher on her knees, I downed a huge gulp of vodka, wincing at the bitter liquid sliding down my throat.
