Page 10 of Finding Fate

She straddles me backward, pulling her hair over to one side as she looks back, getting in the right position. I hold my dick and lower her down on it, closing my eyes as I sink into her heat. Tighter than the other one. I grip my hands firmly on her tits, pulling her back to my chest, until my chin is over her shoulder, beside her face. Soft, plush skin sits in my hands, spilling out—natural. “Ride my cock like you’re hungry for it.”

She does as told. I reward her with a strum to her clit. She starts bucking harshly, making it better for me. Has a better impact with her legs spread wide and my legs blocking them from closing. Within seconds her pussy is throbbing around my dick and tightening like a cock ring.

My turn. I’m so close. One hand around her waist and the other clamped over her shoulder, I bounce her rapidly, until finally, with the hot rush warming my dick I push her off of me just in time to come into the condom, holding the opening tight around my dick to keep it all in.

My head falls back against the couch, not even paying attention when Kaysen twists them around, shoving Brandie’s head down into the cushion with her ass in the air, tearing it up, and at that angle, it doesn’t take but a few seconds and he pulls out.

I close my eyes, trying to slow down the room, but the second I do, last night starts playing through my mind.Gabby. Guilt seeps into my vein, poisoning me with every beat of my heart, until finally, it’s consuming me whole. “Get up,” I tell her. I rush off the couch and walk to tear off a section of paper towels, before wrapping it over the soiled condom and sliding it off my dick, closing the paper towel around it so I can toss it in the garbage can next to the refrigerator.

Quickly grabbing my boxer briefs, I step in and pull them up my tall frame. Kaysen looks at me. “Put on a movie. I’ll be back.”

Then I hightail it out of the basement and run all the way across the house and up the stairs to the second floor, feeling the invisible hands wrapping around my neck and already squeezing the life out of me. Panic sets in over the fact that I feel like I can’t breathe. I nearly fall into the bathroom before getting the door shut. A layer of filth is covering my skin and vomit is lingering at the pit of my stomach.

My mouth feels dirty. I reach for my toothbrush and coat it in toothpaste, before scrubbing every part of my teeth, tongue, and the roof of my mouth, hard, making the bristles bear down so hard it could draw blood. I spit and rinse my mouth with water. Still, I feel her taste lingering. I grab the Listerine and drink from the bottle, swishing until I can’t stand the burn anymore, finally spitting it in the sink and rinsing out the basin.

My skin feels like it’s crawling with grime. I turn the hot water on as hot as I can stand and shove my underwear down my legs, before getting in the shower. Everything becomes reflex as I grab the body wash and squeeze way more than necessary into my hand after God knows how many times I’ve done this over the past six years. My soap-filled hand wraps around my dick and I pump as hard as I can take, spreading the soap all over my shaft to wash them off of me. I need them off my dick and then I’ll get them off my body, but before I get all the soap off of me my upper body leans forward against the wall, and I break.

Eight

Riggan

Sayler jerks forward at the sound of banging on the shower wall. I was hoping it wouldn’t wake her. I’ve been up since Maddox ran up the stairs and nearly slammed the bathroom door. “Rig, what is that?”

I sigh. “Maddox.”

“What is he doing?”

“Punching the shower wall.”

“Why?” she whispers, clearly getting upset.

A masculine cry filters through. “He brought a girl home, fucked her, and now he feels guilty for doing it. I don’t completely understand it. He fucks other girls to deal with his Gabby issues but then he hates himself for it the second it’s over. Maybe it makes him feel like he’s cheating on her because she’s the one that has his heart. I don’t know. If she were here, he wouldn’t be with other girls.”

His cries are just loud enough to hear over the water. “I can’t listen to that,” she says, and throws the covers off, before climbing over me in her tank and panties to get off the bed.

I sit up and swing my legs over just in time to grab her hand, catching sight of her small round belly. It’s a visual I like way too much to admit out loud, and it’s really just the beginning stages of showing. “Where are you going?”

“He needs someone. You can come or stay, but I’m going to comfort him.”

I growl, but I’m not really all that angry. “I love your heart until it fucks with my time.”

“He’s been there for us. We are going to be there for him. If he’s like this now, what if he has a kid?” she whispers.

I point at her, making sure she knows how serious I am, good-hearted or not. “I’m going to stand back and let you be his friend right now even though I know he’s naked and you’re in panties and you two have hooked up. But so help me God, if that’s true, you better be nowhere near him when he finds out, because he’s going to kill someone. If I’m here, you will be in a different room, and if I’m not, you better put your ass in that white car outside and drive you and my daughter away from him until the dust settles. Do you hear me? I’m not fucking around.”

She leans in and kisses me. “I promise.”

My shoulders drop. “Go.”

She runs across the room and swings the door open. I grab my phone off the nightstand and pull up Konnor’s chat.

Me:You better be bringing that bitch back. Self-destructive phase one is happening. They brought girls home. I’m not doing this shit with a baby on the way. You’re in the same boat now.

I wait for the return message since it shows he’s typing. The bubble sound goes off since I switched it to ring in case he called.

Konnor:We’re outside her house trying to figure out what room. We have her shit. I’ll let you know.

I replace my phone on the nightstand and get up, making my way out of the room and across the hall. I push the cracked door open and walk inside, instantly freezing at the sight of Sayler washing his back with him leaned forward against the tile. She shakes her head at me when my mouth opens. I was prepared for full frontal hugging. I had prepped myself not to snap if his dick touched her. I don’t even know what this is. “He’s dirty,” she says in a calm voice. “I’m helping him get clean. I’m washing them off of him.”

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