Page 68 of Deeper

Rylan

Callen will come for his answers, and it’ll be time to confess my sins to the devil.

Can he really see me as damned if he was the one who transgressed with me?

I only hope my act of contrition comes in the form of multiple orgasms.

I don’t linger on my sins long before I’m back to thinking about my own pleasure.

It’s official. If hell exists, I have a front row seat for eternity.

I can’t be saved, not after watching Sebastian die beside me and not after what I still have left to do.

Every swallow. Every breath. Every movement.

Each of these takes effort and strain. My body is hypersensitive.

I’m beyond distracted. Preoccupied by lady blue balls and the looming conversation Callen has demanded.

I’m at the coffee shop with Tatum, but my mind is with that dirty fucking asshole. I can’t believe the stunt he pulled. I can’t believe he left me like that. I can’t believe I listened and haven’t relieved the tension running through my veins since last night. My pussy aches to be taken care of. I was a sweaty, frantic mess when the doorman let me out, and I barely remember being banned from the club.

“Rylan?” Tatum interrupts my Callen fantasies.

I bring my attention back to her. “What?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry, Tatum.”

“You daydreaming about Callen? Ready to admit you two are more than sex?”

“I’m ready to admit that man has fried my brain.” I cool down with my iced coffee.

“I don’t think it’s your brain being affected by him that you have to worry about, Rylan.”

“You’re right. It’s my lady parts that are most affected by that man.”

I give Tatum a crude gesture. She just shakes her head at me, well accustomed to my antics.

“I think the organ you should be concerned about is a bit higher.” Her hand covers her heart.

“I think you’re a bit meddlesome.”

“Sure am! Who is that?” She changes the subject and points to the picture on my lit up phone’s wallpaper. “In the photo with you. You look so young.”

“That’s Aria. I talked about her a few times in anger management.”

“I remember.” Tatum’s lips press firmly together.

“What? What do you want to say?”

Tatum has never been one to hold her tongue.

“You’ve just sort of given off the vibe that there aren’t many people in your life, and I wonder about your friendship with her. From that picture, it looks like you two have been friends most of your lives.”

“We have been.”

“And?”

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