Page 10 of Forsaking All Others

“That’s it,take it all the way down your throat,” I growl, fisting Vivi’s auburn hair.

After last night and the fucking pounding I gave her cunt, I expected Vivi to run. But the porn star who helped me fuck my ex-wife right out of my head, stuck around and ten minutes ago, I opened my eyes to find her skilled mouth wrapped around my dick.

She takes me deeper, her tongue circling my shaft as the head of my cock slams against the back of her throat. I hold her steady and unleash my release, forcing her to swallow every last drop. When there’s nothing left for her to take, I untangle my fingers from her matted hair and pull her mouth off my cock. A grin spreads across her lips as she braces her hands on my thighs.

“You’re insatiable,” she purrs.

That’s what happens when you trick your mind into believing your body can be satisfied with a cheap imitation of what your soul really craves. You chase the high over and over until you fucking crash, realizing it’s only temporary, the void you were trying to fill can’t be plugged by a stand-in.

She starts to crawl up my body. Quick to react, I move my hands to her hips and hold her in place. The smile falls from her face and her eyes lock with mine.

Shit.

“Time for you to go,” I clip, pushing her off me.

“But—”

I fix her with a look.

“Done with you, Vivi.”

Rolling her eyes, she climbs out of my bed and grabs her tank top from the floor. She mutters something under her breath that I can’t quite make out, but it doesn’t matter. The conversation is as done as we are. She pulls the shirt over her head and turns back to me, a smug expression on her face.

“Until the next time,” she says pointedly.

I have the mind to tell her there won’t be a next time, but we both know that ain’t true. We’ve been doing the same fucking dance since way before the ink dried on my divorce papers. It’s convenient and a lot less messy than cutting ties and finding another woman who will lay down with me knowing I’ll never feel a fucking thing for her.

A knock sounds on my door just as she finishes shimmying her denim skirt up her thighs.

“Who is it?” I call.

“Told you we had to talk,” King replies. “Time is of the essence, brother.”

That’s never a good sign.

Swiping a hand over my face, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and grab my jeans from the floor. I barely manage the zipper before Vivi swings open the door. King looks from her to me and quirks an eyebrow.

He doesn’t have to say a word for me to know what he’s thinking. In all the years Vivi has been servicing my dick, she’s never spent the night in my bed.

“He’s all yours,” she says, patting King’s chest. “But be warned, he’s damaged goods.” Without another glance or another word, she brushes past King and disappears down the hallway. His eyes cut back to me.

“She spent the night?”

“Don’t,” I warn as I pull a clean wifebeater tank over my head. I’m well aware of the mistake I made with Vivi, I don’t need a lecture or to rehash any of it this early in the morning.

He nods.

“I’ll meet you in the chapel,” he resigns. The door closes and I sink onto the edge of the bed. Hanging my head, I mutter a curse and pull on my Timberland boots. I don’t bother with the laces. Instead, I slap my hands against my thighs and meander into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

When I finally drag my ass out of the bedroom and into the common area, I round the bar and grab a Styrofoam cup. Pouring myself some coffee, I notice Leftie sitting at the bar.

“You’re an idiot,” he comments.

“Tell me something I don’t know, brother,” I mumble, bringing the cup to my lips. The front door opens, and I nearly choke on the coffee when Holly struts through the door looking all sorts of pissed. Her gaze cuts to me and her eyes immediately narrow as she makes a beeline straight for the bar.

Fucking hell.

“Holly, honey, what a nice surprise,” Leftie says, sporting a shit eating grin. I glare at him. The old fuck lives for this kind of shit. Holly slams a Tupperware container on top of the bar and fixes me with a look.

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