Page 38 of Mind Pucked

I slip her a wad of cash and excuse myself. Oliver and Felix are so caught up in their good time they hardly even notice that I’m leaving the private room. Dean immediately gets up and grabs my arm, checking to make sure I’m alright.

“Bathroom break,” I say, half smiling to downplay the fact that I’m just trying to get the hell out of there.

Dean nods and returns to his seat on the couch. I feel a rush of relief once I’m on the other side of the curtain, even though the club is as energetic as ever.

I know that since I’m already out, I should take the opportunity to relax. I don’t need an intense lap dance to have a good time. I call the bartender over and order myself a drink.

It’s not like me, but I gulp it down completely the second it reaches me. I notice some girls sitting at the bar looking cute and ask the bartender to send them drinks on me. I take a seat and enjoy another drink when one of the girls looks over at me and gives me a flirtatious look.

We both stand up and walk toward each other. She thanks me for the drink I sent her and we dance together a little bit.

I wouldn’t normally dance so comfortably with a perfect stranger, but the drinks seem to be hitting me hard. She moves in on my body, moving her hands around and down my back. I can’t believe it, but even more than the guilt I feel about Lyla, the rush of thoughts and memories of Amelia are back in my brain.

“I’m sorry,” I say, realizing that the night is an epic fail. I need to get out of here. I need to get home, back to Hayden, back to bed where I belong.

I can tell I’m feeling buzzed as I walk to the front of the club. I don’t want to bother the guys who seem to be having a good time, so I take my cell phone out and call an Uber. I then text Dean, saying that I’m sorry but I’m not feeling good. I’ll need to take a rain check on coming out again.

I’m already driving off when I get a text from Dean telling me to feel better. I’m surprised he isn’t giving me a hard time, considering how out of his way he must have gone to make tonight a more than special event.

I’m just thankful to be home as the Uber pulls up to the house.

As I get out of the car, I spot Amelia’s car in the driveway and remember that I still need to face her, to send her on her way. She’s sitting on the couch, in the same spot where I last saw her naked.

She looks up from her phone and must notice I’m a little wobbly on my feet because she’s right next to me in just a few seconds.

“Are you okay?” she asks, ushering me to the nearest chair. “Can I get you water or something? Something to eat?”

As she’s leaning down, I can’t help but put my hand on her cheek and give her a deep kiss. When we pull away, she’s looking at me breathlessly, confused. The only thing I can think to say is what I’ve been thinking all night as the other girls were all over me.

“The only thing I want to taste is you.”

“Maybe some other time, okay? You seem pretty drunk.”

She takes me by the hand and leads me through the house, up the stairs, and to the bedroom. A part of me wonders if she’s going to change her mind and let me have her as soon as we reach the bed. Instead, she helps me sit down on the edge of thebed, watches me kick my shoes off, and tucks me in under the covers. I haven’t felt this intoxicated in a long while.

She leans in and gives me a small, sweet kiss. “Have a good night, okay? Hayden’s been asleep for a little while. I’ll just see myself out.”

Just the smell of her has me excited. The taste of her lips has me craving her. I want her again. I want her body all over mine. I can feel the growing need in my pants. I can’t tell her that though. I know she probably thinks I’m a jerk after not contacting her this whole time and pushing for only one thing.

She leaves the room and closes the door behind her. I’m left with a raging hard-on and I don’t know what to do with it except take care of it.

I pull my pants down and grab onto my cock as the taste of Amelia lingers on my lips. I imagine her opening the door again and telling me she’s changed her mind.

I remember what her body felt like all over mine, what her lips felt like wrapped around my desperately hard cock. I rub myself vigorously as I imagine myself fucking her brains out, her moans in my ear, and the bounce of her tits as she rides me. I climax in minutes, the release so good after thinking about her all night.

I do a half attempt at cleaning myself up a bit so I can sleep comfortably, and before I know it, I’m passed out in this darkness. It isn’t until I open my eyes again and the sun is glaring through the window and Hayden is knocking at my door that I realize how awkward and how much worse I made things with Amelia last night.

I can’t quite piece it all together, but I know I’m in so much deeper with her now, and I have no idea what in the hell to do about it.

9

AMELIA

The longer I think about it the more guilty I feel. I know it’s stupid and unproductive, but it enters my head at the oddest times.

Most often it happens when I’m playing with Hayden, and she gives me one of her silly expressions that I know she’s learned from Jackson. On her they’re innocent and adorable. On him, they’re hot and very appealing.

Why do I keep coming back to this? It’s never going to be erased. I can’t change what happened. Do I actually wish I could? I don’t really know, and that’s why I can’t seem to get past it. Beating myself up about it over and over again isn’t helping me at all.

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