Page 11 of Sunflower

It wasn’t until I had opened my own door that the noises coming from inside my hotel room truly registered.

And even then, it took seeing my now most definiteex-girlfriend riding some random guy on the hotel bed with the sheets and blankets thrown haphazardly this way and that, her long blond hair swinging with every hip movement she made, for my brain to snap into focus.

His hands were wrapped around her waist and back, pulling her forward and down on his every groaning thrust up. His knees were bent, feet planted firmly on the mattress, allowing him to gain extra power with each pulse.

Amelia was on her knees above him, grinding against him as she held onto the top of the headboard.

Their combined moans competed with the lewd squelching sounds that echoed around the room as their flesh repeatedly slapped against each other.

“Oh, baby, right there! Right fucking there!”

If I’d had any doubt leftover to the identity of the woman who was getting fucked within an inch of her life, hearing those heated cries removed it.

I’d never heard Amelia so wanton before.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! You’re the best I’ve ever had!”

Well, now that was just rude.

It had been a very long time since I’d heard Amelia get so vocal during sex, which hammered home how bad things had truly become between us. I mean, apart from watching her get absolutely hammered by one gigantic cock, that is.

And it truly was a sizable cock. Watching it disappear and reappear again and again as they lost themselves to their impending orgasms was somewhat hypnotic.

Until I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Thatwas the moment where I got angry.

I was already resigned to the fact that I’d need to get tested once I got back to college, but I had to wonder if the poor guy Amelia was fucking knew that she technically shouldn’t be fucking him? And for Amelia herself to go bareback? We’d always used protection, so my testing was likely to be a simple matter of crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s, but we’d continued to use protection atherurging. That, more than anything else, made me wonder how many people she’d fucked while we’d been together.

And if she’d been fucking other people bareback, she was at risk of transmitting whatever STIs shemighthave to this poor unsuspecting fool.

My hands curled into fists as I breathed out a quiet but annoyed sigh. As much as I was enjoying the free live action porn, I needed to get out of the room before I exploded.

Callum’s words from earlier repeated in my mind.

You’re strong, Joey. Stronger than you know.

That’s right. Iwasstrong. I didn’t need to blow up at these two dimwits. I could simply collect my bag and phone quietly and leave. The way they were going at it, they probably wouldn’t even realize I was there.

Of course, that was when I saw my phone sitting happily on the bedside table, plain as day.

Fuck my life.

Gritting my teeth and doing my best to ignore them, I quietly edged around the bouncing mattress to the soundtrack of two demented bunnies fucking their hearts out and reached my hand out to grab my phone when I heard a distinctly masculine voice shout, “What the fuck?!”

A feminine yelp quickly followed, then a myriad of cursing, flailing limbs, and non-sexual scrambling noises rounded out the weirdest soundtrack of my life to date.

“Don’t mind me. Just need my phone,” I muttered, swiping my phone from the bedside table before I turned around to find Amelia sprawled awkwardly on the bed trying to cover herself with a sheet and the nameless dude yanking on his uniform.

Wait.

Uniform?

I glared at Amelia. “You were fucking one of the hotel staff? Seriously??”

She gave up her struggle to cover herself and glared back at me like I was the person doing the wrong thing here.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and focused on where my suitcase was, then headed toward it once I’d found it. Thanking whatever God was out there looking after me that I’d focused more on getting Amelia’s clothes out of her suitcase earlier in the day, I zipped it up and glanced at the hapless hotel worker struggling to get his shirt buttoned up. “Word to the wise dude, best get yourself checked when you can. There’s no telling howmany guys she’s fucked in the past two years while she’s been using me as a cover.”

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