“Zeke.”

I bite my lip. God, I loved the way she moans my name...

I pull her closer to me on the couch, smothering my lips against hers. My tongue dances for the taste of her cherry lip gloss and my cock aches in the mere presence of her warm, tight body.

She rounds her hips on my lap, just a little piece of bikini bottoms between us and pure ecstasy. I bury my face in her cleavage, taking a deep breath of her sunkissed skin. She smells like sex and sunblock. Every touch of her fingers on my arms and chest makes my heart pound harder.

“Zeke...”

She cups my face, guiding my head up to look her in the eye.

Rocky.

A baited moan slips from between her lips as she whispers, “Give it to me. Now.”

Before I can respond, she slides off my lap onto her knees. Strands of her damp hair cling to her cheeks. I run a hand over her face to push them back but she turns her head and opens her mouth to my fingers. Her pink lips form a circle around my knuckles and she gently sucks, sending a flurry of hot blood toward my throbbing cock.

She slides them out again and giggles, her voice echoing in my head. I look down again as she tugs at the white string of my swim trunks.

“Give it to me,” she moans.

I lick my lips, breathing hard. “It’s all yours, baby,” I say.

She rises to her feet suddenly and the sky turns a deep shade of green outside.

“Give it to me, Zeke,” she says again, her voice colder this time.

I blink in confusion. “What?”

Rocky extends her hand. I look at it and my heart clenches at the chain coiled around her fingers and the silver key resting in her palm.

I shake my head. “No,” I say. “I can’t do that.”

“Zeeeeeke.”

I spin around at the demonic voice to see a large clown standing behind me.

I jolt awake.

I look around my dark bedroom, breathing hard and caked in sweat. I throw the blanket off and sit up, my eyes flicking around as my memory slowly returns.

“The fuck was that?” I ask the empty room.

I glare at my obvious erection. Blood pounds in my loins, throbbing and aching for her.

Rocky.

She’s been back one day and I’m already fantasizing about her. And clowns, apparently. Though, I’m pretty sure the boner is for her. At least, it better be.

I get out of bed to walk it off and wander into the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Zeke.”

I flinch at the soft voice coming from the table in the corner. I flick the lightswitch to find Rocky sitting on top of it in her little, pink bikini with damp, tattered hair.

She giggles. “Where’d you go?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Not doing this again.”

Her head tilts with amusement and she extends her hand. “Come here.”

I rush at her like a magnet, quickly crushing my lips on hers again. Her lips part and her throat vibrates with tender moans. I tremble as her hand slides into my slacks and grips my dick.

“Give it to me,” she says.

I lean away. “Can you not say that again?”

Her bright, pink lips curl as she pulls me closer, gently yanking me in by the cock. I close my eyes, relishing in the touch and taste and feel of her all over again.

“Giiiive it to meeeee.”

I open my eyes to find myself lip-locked with that demonic clown.

I jolt awake again, sitting up and glaring around my dark, empty bedroom.

“Oh, come on!” I shout with frustration.

My phone vibrates on my bedside table. I reach for it without thinking, letting habit guide my hand and turn on the screen.

Are you awake?

I turn it right back off and drop it onto the table. My chest is still heaving but I’m not about to get out bed to get a glass of water. Not after that mess...

I lie back down with closed eyes, kicking my blanket off to get some air.

Rocky. I thought I was over this. Over you.

But I’m not.

I reach into my slacks. There’s no way I’m going back to sleep tonight unless I do something about this but every stroke just makes me feel even guiltier than the last.

This is wrong. But that’s nothing new, right? I’m used to my feelings being oh-so-very wrong but that doesn’t make what I feel even less real.

I grit my teeth, withholding a groan as I tighten my stroke.

I want her. I almost had her once but she slipped through my fingers. I let her leave before without saying what I felt but I shouldn’t have. I should have told her. It was a mistake to let her go.

I won’t make that mistake again.