Page 85 of Worth the Risk

She finally broke me completely.

My phone chirps with an email notification. I try to take it off the table, but it seems so far away with how drunk I am. Amber takes my phone off the table, gets a weird expression on her face, and places it back on the table. I lean my head on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

I can’t believe how they betrayed me.I’m angry, but I am now oddly subdued at the same time.

Amber places her hand on my thigh and rubs it. It feels…good?

She runs her hand along my leg until she reaches my groin, then she places her hand on my slacks, covering my bulge. My dick gets hard, and I’m confused as fuck. I’ve never been attracted to Amber before, but what she’s doing is arousing me.

I stare down at my erection as if it has the answer for why it’s hard from her touch. Amber removes her hand, gets up, spreads my legs, and kneels between them. She peers up at me as if gauging my reaction.

I don’t know why I don’t stop her. My head is screaming for me to do exactly that.

Popping open the button of my pants, Amber pulls down my zipper, then my boxers. My erection pops up, and she gives me a knowing grin. She takes me into her mouth, and I still don’t stop her. I know I should. This is wrong, but the heartache, anger, alcohol, and my unexpected arousal prevent me from stopping her.

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Waking up, my head is pounding from another hangover. It’s a feeling I’m used to now. Hangovers are bad, but it doesn’t stop me from drinking every fucking night.I need to stop this shit. I can’t keep doing this to myself.

Placing my heavy arm over my eyes, I give myself time to wake up, and after a while, I get out of bed and stagger to the bathroom to take a piss. It’s then I realize I don’t have clothes on, not even the boxers I usually wear to bed.

Odd.

Leaning on the bathroom wall with my hand, I steady myself. Hell, I must still be a bit drunk. I take a piss, wash my hands, and head into my bedroom, instantly stopping when I realize someone is in my bed.

I creep closer as if whoever it is will jump up and bite me.

She’s facing the other way, but I notice two things—a bare back and red hair.

Tell me we didn’t have sex.

My eyes scan the room for any signs that we did. I don’t see any open condom wrappers anywhere. I check the trash bins. No condoms.

Thinking hard, I recall her putting me in her mouth.

Why did I let her do that?

I don’t remember much after that.

Fuck.

Moving to the other side of the bed, I get a closer look to make sure it’s her.Yep. It’s Amber.

I get drunk almost every night she’s been here, but I’ve never done this with her before. Never even thought about it. But I remember Amber showing me pictures of Kylie and Nash together, my heart breaking, and the pain of betrayal. I also remember Amber comforting me and coming onto me.

I didn’t stop it. I was hard and confused by it because it felt good to be touched.

But Amber, of all people?

The thought repulses me, and bile rises in my stomach and makes its way up my throat. I run for the bathroom again, this time vomiting.

Once everything is out of my stomach, I turn to the bathroom counter, seeing Amber in the reflection of the mirror, standing in the doorway, naked, and taking in my body.

“Are you okay, Leo?” she asks after checking out my nakedness.

Looking her up and down, I feel no attraction to her. None whatsoever.

Not even a twitch in my dick.

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