Page 75 of Enraged

“I don’t know, Cass,” I answered truthfully.

“Okay.”

I closed the door.

You have no reason to feel bad about this, Dakota.

I walked into the bathroom, eager to finally get my ass into a shower.

While I waited for the water to heat up, I poured myself some whiskey from the brand-new bottle Jace had given me as a best man gift.

I should have busted him upside the head with the bottle.

I turned up my glass, the warm drink burning the whole way down.

The burning means you’re too alert. Better have another.

I poured another, chugging it all the way back before stripping down to get in the shower. The water was scalding hot, just the way I prefer it.

Just like the hot tub at the cabin.

The thought of the hot tub made me think of Lena.

Her dripping, curvy body leaned back against the side of the tub, her wet tank top melted against her skin, her body trembling as she came for me.

My cock grew harder and harder the more I thought about it.

I shouldn’t be thinking of her like this. I had already made the decision that we would forget it ever happened, but as I replayed it all in my head, my balls started to ache at the thought of her. Before I realized what I was doing, I started stroking myself. Irritation overcame me as I fisted my dick, the grip nowhere near as amazing as her tight pussy.

Or her skillful mouth.

“Fuck, that mouth…” I moaned, jacking myself faster.

Her tonsils tightening around me…

With a jolt, I erupted, covering Cassie’s expensive shampoo and conditioner bottles with a thick ribbon of cum. “Fuck!”

You have got to let this go. It was an incredibly vulnerable time and neither of us were thinkin’ straight.

“It would never have happened under normal circumstances,” I reminded myself.

And it will never happen again.

Jolene

The smell of bacon filled my nostrils.

Jace is cookin’ breakfast?

I opened my eyes, panicking for a moment as I took in my surroundings. The events of the last few days came flooding back to me.

The wedding, the cabin, the snow, Dakota…

“I need to check on Dakota,” I muttered to myself. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I unplugged the fluorescent orange charger.

Seven missed calls from Jace, three texts from him, and one picture message from Cassie.

What could she possibly be sending me pictures of?

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