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"I know," Sapphire agreed even as Joel began kissing her neck. "I was hoping you could—Joel stop!" she ordered but the command was ignored.
There it was again, the wall closing him off like a curtain to backstage. Soon they would take her upstairs and once again enter their private world of bliss while he went back to that fucking farm of hell.
Turning around, Vic waved over his shoulder. "I'll see ya," he called back as he made his way through the café.
At home, the emptiness of the house greeted Vic like a cold and distant lover before he heard the telltale thumps of his father hitting the wall. Vic let out a sigh as heard the old man's muffled yell.
"Victor!" the weak angry shout floated down from the stairs and echoed off the empty walls.
Victor kept walking. Lacing his fingers together, he pulled his arms over his head and back, stretching out his tight muscles. He should have worked out, he thought sourly as he made his way into the kitchen. The thumping from upstairs started up again.
Grabbing a few things from the fridge, Vic popped them into the microwave and folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back against the counter. The hum of the microwave helped fill the silence and drown out any other protest that came from above.
His thoughts went uninspiringly back to her. How could they not? Soft, wet skin exposed for all to see was within his grasp. Staring down at his hand, Vic remembered the unbelievably soft curve of her waist as he steadied her climb from the pool. He also recalled Hayden's eyes. The crackle of violence warning and staking claim all at once. She belonged to him, not Vic. She was his to touch, not him.
The beep of the microwave drowned out his mumbled curse.
Like he could ever forget. How could he?!
Grabbing the hot bowl of soup with his bare hand, Vic ignored the pain. Hell, he welcomed it. Setting it down on the tray, he gathered everything else he needed and paused. Bracing both fists at the counter's edge, he hung his head between his shoulders. It felt like there was a stone in his chest.
They were no doubt laughing and talking right now back at the café. Vic could picture it now. Joel pulling away her towel with flirty laughter as he stared down at the shapely girl in the bikini. The teasing laughter wouldn't last long, how could it? The soft rise of her breasts and the flare of her round hips would call to the baser side of each man. They would strip her in seconds, which Vic had no doubt of. They would both share in her love throughout the night cementing the bond they shared. The bond he could never be a part of.
"Victor, goddamn you!" the shout ended with a fit of coughs sounding much closer than his bedroom. Most likely at the top of the stairs.
Standing up with a sigh, Vic tossed back his hair and grabbed the tray. He pushed the thoughts of her and his friends from his mind. He had to focus on now. Focus on what was right in front of him.
It was night out when Vic looked at his watch for what had to be the twelfth time. He was sitting in a recliner he had brought up to his dad's room months ago and shoved in the far corner. On the opposite wall facing the bed, the TV played. The muted sounds of some ancient black and white show his dad seemed to love played in the background. Looking over to the bed, Vic let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him sleeping. It was as if the old bastard had been trying to fight the effects of his medication.
Vic stood up. If his dad woke up now he would without a doubt start bitching. He hated to see Vic leave. If he had it his way, Vic would stay on this godforsaken farm until he died.
Vic's lip pulled into a sneer at that. He would not waste his life here Goddammit! Going down the stairs and out the back door, he inhaled the fresh scent of the summer night. Tilting his head back, he looked up at the stars.
He could go for a ride. Or maybe call one of the many numbers he collected over the years at the bar and go have somerealfun.
Walking to his bike he glanced over his shoulder at Krrsantan laying out on the porch. The dog's big black eyes watched him with lazy interest. Vic felt himself smile as he thought of the first day he met Sapphire and how she had run from the poor dog.
Who was he kidding? The thought of any other woman right now just made him angry.
Walking the bike around the house, Vic looked up at his father's room. Faintly, he could see the flashing light from the TV through the sheer curtains. He walked the bike to the end of the long drive and swung his leg over the bike. For the longest moment, he just sat there.
Just take a ride. A long ride down the highway to Stardust and back. Hell, maybe farther. Just don’t do it.
Turning the key, he started the loud engine. At this time of night Holter was dead. Only a few houses here and there had lights on, the rest were dark, their occupants asleep for the night. Right now, everything felt paused, almost unreal.
Going straight down the highway, Vic told himself—more like ordered himself—to twist the accelerator, to do anything other than slow down. But he couldn’t listen. Slowing the bike down at Old Main Street he turned onto the road and stopped. He was at the end of the street, but he could see the lights on the top two floors of the café.
A deep self-loathing coalesced with need inside of him as he turned the bike onto the alley on the other side of the street. With a low idle Vic crept the bike down the alley and stopped outside the gym just as he did earlier that day. Pulling his keys from the ignition, he dismounted and unlocked the back door. In the dark, he slowly climbed the old stairs past the partially built locker room, taking them all the way to the third floor. Walking in just the right spots to avoid the rotting areas, Vic stopped in front of the windows.
From up here, he looked down at the second floor of the building across the street and sucked in a breath at the sight. Above the privacy blinds that covered only half of the windows, he could see into the well lit living room. He watched as Sapphire lay naked on the couch between his two best friends, she was rocking under their movements. It was so quiet in the building and Vic could easily hear his own pulse thrashing in his ears as he imagined the sounds she was making as Hayden settled deeper between her legs, his muscles in his back tightening as his strokes became deeper.
Vic watched her. He watched her bare breasts jiggle and sway. He watched as her eyes looked desperately to Joel as he fed her his length, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to take it even further.
Vic swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He shouldn't be doing this. But he couldn’t turn away.
The tears of dizzying pleasure in Sapphire's eyes haunted him. He wanted to be there. He wanted her to look at him with that same mixture of love and feminine fear as she took him deep.
He wanted her to want him too.
