Page 5 of Wild Side
Goose continues to fuck her hard, her body still moving back and forth on my dick. She milks me dry. When I hear Goose groan, I know he’s there. Daisy slips her hand between her legs, her lips still around my now softening dick.
Shifting backward slightly, I tug my jeans up while she and Goose finish up. I walk out of the bedroom, slam the door behind me, and head straight for the bar. I need a fucking drink.
A big one.
“You got a problem,” Shocker announces.
Turning my head, I look over at him. I wonder how many of the guys know that I’m fucking sprung on some piece of ass across the damn country. I motion for the prospect to bring me a beer.
I don’t respond to Shocker immediately. Instead, I wait for my beer and bring the bottle to my lips before emptying half thecontents in one drink. Then I set the beer down on the bar and look over at him.
“I got a fucking problem,” I agree with his statement.
His lips twitch into a smirk. “What are you gonna do about it?” he asks.
I don’t know.
I don’t tell him that, but I don’t fucking know. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and move them back and forth. He doesn’t say anything else, waiting for my response. Shocker, being who he is, will wait for as long as he has to.
“Why are you the self-appointed counselor?” I ask
I’m annoyed as fuck at this whole situation. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to have lackluster sex. I don’t want to be dreaming about some girl I’m never going to see again. It’s fucking stupid.
“Recently, yeah,” he snorts. “So give me your shit.”
“It’s stupid,” I grind out.
I bring the bottle to my lips again. I need something stronger if I’m going to go forward with this conversation. I cannot believe this is my shit. That I’m thinking about this, that it’s consumed me.
“Might be. Might not be,” he murmurs.
I spin the barstool around slightly, my gaze finds his, and I hold it. His lips twitch into a smirk, and I can tell he’s completely and totally un-fucking-bothered.
“Fucked a girl out in Cali and can’t get her out of my head. Can’t stop thinking about her.”
“Shit,” he hisses. “You know who she was? Maybe you need to take a little trip?”
Shaking my head once, I run my fingers through my hair then tug on the ends slightly. I don’t know what the fuck to do right now. I feel like I’m in this purgatory that is just eating me alive.
“All I know is her first name. But it doesn’t matter. She’s there and I’m here. Plus, I don’t know a goddamn thing about her other than her first name.”
Shocker shrugs his shoulder and lifts his own beer to his lips, taking a long pull before he sets it down and clears his throat. I watch as his eyes shift to the side, then come back to meet my own.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been there. Maybe you shouldn’t write this off, especially since you’re still thinking about her.”
He’s right.
The fact that I’m imagining her during sex, replacing whoever I’m fucking with her face—that is big. But I need to ignore it. I need to fuck her out of my system.
“Thanks, Shock,” I say as I finish the bottle.
I clap my hand around his shoulder before I shake him slightly, then I move past him and back toward my bedroom. Goose is standing against the wall next to my bedroom door. He lifts his head as if he recognizes my footsteps.
“You good?” he asks.
“Trent,” I warn.
I don’t always use my brother’s given name, but right now, he’s asking me silent questions I don’t want to answer. He shrugs a shoulder, then clears his throat before he pushes off the wall.
