Page 18 of The Chemistry of Us

All I knew was that having her body pressed up against mine didn’t do one thing for me. Not one twitch from my dick; the fucker wasn’t cooperating, and that pissed me off more than anything. Son of a bitch, of all the times not to get hard!

I tried harder, deliberately pushing my cock against her pussy with her legs pretty much wrapped around mine. I sensed Tru the second she slightly opened my door, feeling the hole she burned in my back, searing into the space where my heart should be.

I continued my little show, taking it a step further. My hands started to roam from this chick’s hip up her side, grazing her tit, causing a moan to escape her mouth. I could physically feel Tru’s stare now and again while this girl melted into everything I had to offer, which was no surprise there.

I played the games.

I set the match.

I made the rules.

I wasn’t used to feeling out of control. I wasn’t used to feeling anything other than my body rubbing up against some random chick and my cock sinking into her welcoming heat. I didn’tdo emotions. I had them under lock and key, but True always seemed to own the key, causing me havoc.

The girl giggled, dragging me away from my thoughts to look at her. She rocked her hips, pressing her pussy further against my dick that still refused to react.

All I felt was…

Remorseful.

The entire time I spent with the chick in my arms, I pictured Tru’s hurt expression, and for some fucked-up reason, it made me feel better.

“Hey, where did you go?” she purred in my ear, nudging my neck with her nose.

My reactions to seeing True were unfamiliar territory. Uncharted emotions took over, and I wasn’t sure I wanted them to stop. I didn’t fight too hard to control it, that was for damn sure. This energy took over my entire body when I was around her, and I wanted it to.

There was no argument to be made.

The choice was never mine.

I did what I had to do.

I kissed the girl before backing away and locking eyes with Tru for a moment.

She looked so sad.

So confused.

So hurt.

By my words.

And especially my actions.

I stepped toward the door, never breaking our intense eye contact.

With a predatory regard toward the puck bunny, I snapped my gaze back to True before I viciously bit out, “Want to join us? Two is always better than one.”

Gauntlet dropped.

She swallowed hard, narrowing her eyes at me with an expression I recognized all too well.

“You know what?” I mocked. “On second thought, I don’t fuck the hired help.”

Where the hell did that even come from?

She jerked back, and I didn’t waver before I slammed my bedroom door…

In her face.

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