Page 114 of Roaring Flames

A hand touches the small of my back, and I spin around, my heart jackhammering.

“What the fuck?” I bellow, prepared to beat the shit out of whatever asshole snuck into my shower with me.

But it’s not one of my teammates staring up at me.

It’s Michelle.

She’s naked, and my cock responds before I realize what it’s doing. I can’t help it. The girl absolutely repulses me, but she’s still beautiful, with inky-black hair, firm breasts, and dark nipples, currently puckered. She sashays forward, her hipsswaying, and my gaze automatically dips towards her clean-shaven pussy and the pink lips visible.

Then I come back to my senses and squeeze my eyelids shut.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, tensing.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” Michelle purrs. Her fingernails drag down my stomach. “I’ve come to surprise you.”

I snap my eyes open. I snatch her wrist before it can grab my cock and push her away.

“We’re not together, Michelle. Don’t fucking touch me.”

She smirks slyly and takes another step closer. One of her hands inches upwards until she’s able to cup her pert breast, running her finger around her nipple until it stands at attention.

“You say that, but your body seems to think differently.” With her free hand, she reaches for my erect cock and gives it a punishing squeeze.

“Michelle!” I growl, once again shoving her away.

It feels as if there are thousands of fire ants crawling all over my body. I feel disgusting.

And, more than anything, I hate the fact that my body responded to her in the first place.

That it’sstillresponding to her.

“I don’t want you,” I tell her, making sure to keep my eyes above her chest. “We’re not in a relationship, okay? Just leave me the fuck alone.”

“Are you sure about that?” She blinks up at me coyly and then drops to her knees.

Before I can even move away, she grabs my cock and forces it to her lips.

For a moment, I’m stunned, a combination of pleasure, rage, and disgust skating through me. But just before she can take me deeper down her throat, I grab at her shoulders and push her away.

“Fuck off, you deluded bitch,” I snap, hurrying out of the shower.

I grab the first towel I see and wrap it around my waist.

“But Reid?—”

“Fuck off!”

I’m transported into a different memory.

Tears prick my eyes as I stare out over the lake.

I feel…disgusting. Dirty.

Violated.

Sludge coats my skin that no amount of washing can remove.

Usually, this place conjures up an innate sense of peace, but not today. I can’t get my thoughts to shut the hell up.

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