Page 28 of The Scars of Us

She smiled sadly. “If you knew me, you wouldn’t want me.”

“Why don’t you let me decide that for myself instead of fighting me all of the time? You don’t even give me a chance to get to know you.”

“I have to fight—it’s the only way I can protect myself. I need to go,” she snapped before grabbing her purse off the bar.

“Kaiya, wait,” I called after her. Ignoring me, she pushed through the crowd, continuing to walk toward the door before exiting. I wanted to go after her, but I wasn’t the type to chase a woman. My pride wouldn’t allow that, so I just let her go, forcing myself to stay at the bar.

I ordered another drink, along with a straight shot of Jack. I downed it as a sexy brunette walked up next to me, her tits almost popping out of her skin-tight dress.

“Want some company?” she asked before biting her bottom lip seductively.

She wasn’t what I wanted, but I didn’t want to sit around sulking about Kaiya, so I pulled her onto my lap. “Sure, baby. Wanna get out of here?” I asked before tracing my tongue along her jawline.

“Yes,” she practically moaned as she tilted her head.Too easy.

After I paid my tab, I followed the girl back to her place. We barely made it in the door before she started stripping her clothes off and getting on her knees in front of me.

Unbuttoning my jeans, she pushed me back against the wall next to her front door. She pulled my cock out before eagerly sucking it into her mouth, skimming it lightly with her teeth.

Grabbing her hair, I pushed my dick deeper into her mouth before starting to thrust in and out. I tried to lose myself in the sensations, but all I could think about was Kaiya and how I wished her mouth was around me instead.

Pulling out, I turned the woman around as I knelt behind her. I took a condom out of my wallet before rolling it over my cock and sinking myself into her, making her moan loudly in pleasure.

Gripping her hips, I imagined I was pounding into Kaiya instead of some random girl. I closed my eyes, envisioning her silken skin, perfect body, and beautiful face as my dick repeatedly stroked inside her.

My hips smacked against her ass as my pace increased, the image of Kaiya bringing me closer to release with each passing second.

Crying out, the woman’s pussy tightened around me, her body trembling its climax before she lay slack on the floor, ass still up as I plunged deeper into her. My fingers dug into her hips as I slammed her harder against me, seeking my own release.

Groaning, I stilled as I came, panting heavily to regain my breath. Once I did, I pulled out from the unnamed woman.

She rolled over and spread her legs, opening herself to me. “Want to go again?”

My dick had already started to go down once I was reminded that she wasn’t Kaiya. I slid the condom off me as I said, “Nah, I’m good.”

She looked offended as I stood up before throwing the condom away and buttoning my jeans.

“What?” she angrily asked, her mouth setting in a hard line as she closed her legs and sat up.

“I said that I’m good,” I replied as I turned and reached for the doorknob. I didn’t even wait for her reply as I opened the door and left.

Bryce had been more than happy when I’d called and asked if I could come over. Even though I’d wanted to take Ryker up on his offer at the bar, I’d been too scared to go through with it. So instead, I pushed him away.Chicken shit.

As I put my clothes back on, Bryce commented, “I’ve missed you, Ky.”

What’s with him lately? He’s never been so affectionate.“We saw each other last week,” I reminded, my response cut and dry as I avoided his penetrating gaze.

“I know, I’ve just missed you,” he said with sincerity as he sat next to me on the bed. He tucked a strand of my wild, sex hair behind my ear before caressing my cheek.

What do I say to that?“Thanks.” It sounded more like a question than an expression of gratitude.

“Thanks?” he chortled without humor.

Squeezing the bridge of my nose with my fingers, I replied, “What do you want me to say, Bryce?”

He stood angrily as he said, “I don’t know, maybe that you missed me too.”

But I haven’t. I’ve been too consumed with Ryker to think about anyone else.“I’m sorry—you know I don’t do feelings well.” I really didn’t.

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