Page 55 of Making Choices

“If I say yes, will you stop hiding every time I enter Fret’s room?”

The lust in her voice is all the answer I need, so I do what I do best lately, and pretend that Bebe didn’t just call me out for being a coward. Using the grip I have on her hair, I pull her over to the bed and bend her over the rubbery mattress. One hand in the middle of her back, I use it to pin her arms in place as I drag her scrubs down her thighs to expose her silk panties with my other hand.

“I’m gonna make you scream,” I warn her. Kicking her feet apart, I curl Bebe’s panties into a ball and rip them off her body. “Gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be feelin’ me for days.”

I jam the tattered material in her mouth, then free my cock from my jeans. It takes three pumps of my fist to get myself fully hard, but I manage it once I close my eyes and picture the woman I’m supposed to be forgetting. Bebe is wet as fuck when I slide two fingers into her heat, so I work her over for all of twenty seconds, then grip her hips and thrust inside until I bottom out.

“Jesus Christ,” she whimpers around her panties. I withdraw to the tip and push back in. “God.”

“Don’t care what you call me, doll… I’ll answer to God if you want me to.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Your wish, my command.”

There’s a detached feeling to our interaction. I do my best to satisfy her while I chase my own release, yet at the back of my mind, I’m ready for it to be over. My fingers work their magic on her clit, and the way her cunt spasms around my cock is enough to drag me closer to the edge. I enjoy her body, the way I can easily mash her perky tits with one hand. Objectively, she’s the perfect fuck. Tight. Warm. Responsive. I should be paying attention to every delicious detail so I can add her to my wank bank, but I’m not.

In my head, I’m miles away.

Caught between my heart and my conscience.

With a low groan, I pull out and come over her heart-shaped arse. Bebe makes a sound of annoyance and waddles away from me with her pants around her knees to clean up in the bathroom. After securing my already-soft dick in my boxers, I pull the zipper into place and fix the top button.

The running water shuts off.

I get the fuck out of there before she can open the bathroom door.

Bypassing Fret’s room, I hit the button for the elevator, then think better of it. I push open the stairwell entrance and jog down the steps, three at a time, floor after floor, until I emerge in the underground carpark.

My Harley beckons me.

I whip out my phone and text Cub to let him know that he needs to head up to guard Fret.

Then I get the fuck outta Dodge.

I ride for hours.

Aimlessly.

Back road.

Main street.

Freeway.

Only to end up exactly where I began…

Alone and ashamed.

14

LILY

Two days later

A loud crash, then a barrage of cursing wakes me from my fitful sleep. I climb out of bed and pull the charging cord out of my phone so I can use it as a flashlight. Making my way to the living room where the profanity is coming from, I bite back a giggle when I find Toker flat on his face in the middle of the floor.

“How did you manage that?” I ask.

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