CHRIST, BUT THIS FEELS SO fucking wrong.
“Lose the teeth and take more,” I grind out, coaching through a clenched jaw.
With my back to the headboard I’m watching Sabrina taking me in and out of her mouth. Again and again. Her head comes up and down as she continues sucking my cock to no avail.
Her efforts to keep my interest aren’t going as I’d hoped.
I met Sabrina four months ago, or five, or six. Damn if I can remember.
I’d been in a bar about twenty miles from home. Sabrina was already there, by the looks of her, she’d been there a while. She was sitting at a table with a group of what I later found were her work colleagues.
Before that night, I’d talked to her on occasion. Usually when the story she was working for her news channel would happen on a lead. She’d bust into the station, demanding to talk to an officer on duty. This means, I’d been well aware of who Sabrina was and what she was like—persistent and self-serving.
Sabrina had been trading glances with me all night, feigning shyness by looking away when I caught her staring. Her play was bullshit. I knew she was determined to strike, and I was interested in a night of faceless fucking, so I waited her out.
When she finally made her way over to where I sat at the bar alone, she ordered me a fresh beer and came on strong.
She made no secret that she was willing to do just about anything to get me inside her.
Not giving the first fuck about where the next day would lead, I had her follow me back to my cabin at Silvervale Lake. We had sex and it was good. It was rough and raw, but it was also empty.
Grasping long masses of her dry, fake blonde hair, I flex my hips until I’m as deep into her mouth as I can go.
Sabrina’s reaction to my resolve doesn’t disappoint. With greed, she wraps one hand around my cock, the other scoring the skin on my thigh. I close my eyes as she takes me in again, this time with added enthusiasm.
Finally.
My patience was tested tonight and to an undeniable degree.
I’d been standing at the bar, ordering drinks to take back to our table. The bartender had been going on about this, that, or the other and I stopped listening. When I turned my focus toward the door, my gut churned.
Katie and Connie were making their way in. I watched undeterred as Katie strode her oblivious way through the crowd. The predatory gazes of the men and the squinty-eyed stares of the women were enough to set me off.
She was wearing a pair of worn jeans that shaped her ass and a black silk shirt with a gray scarf tied around her neck.
I almost didn’t recognize her.
Four years have passed since we last spoke to each other.
Tonight, Katie looked much different. More put together, certainly. More confident, maybe.
“Cole,” Sabrina coos, striding her way up my body with flushed cheeks and lips swollen from the sexual beating I’d given them when we hit the door to my house.
I’ve only ever been the way I was tonight with one other woman.
No one else has ever elicited such a carnal reaction, especially not Sabrina Marks. When I closed my eyes, it wasn’t Sabrina’s body I was touching. It wasn’t Sabrina’s face I was seeing. And it wasn’t Sabrina’s moans of encouragement I was hearing.
It was Katie’s.
Katie is the only woman I’ve ever been like this with.
As soon as we hit the door, I ripped Sabrina’s clothes apart, sending them flying through the room until all barriers were stripped away.
I wanted inside and I wasn’t going to waste time with pleasantries to get there.
None of my callous or demeaning sentiments dissuaded Sabrina’s determination to have me, though. The bitch loved every fucking piece of myself I was willing to give.
Christ, I hadn’t just been rough with her—I’d been savage.
My drive to get her in bed, slick with wet and hot for what I was about to give her, wasn’t born from desire. Not even close. I acted out because I was angry. Pissed knowing Sabrina wasn’t even a worthy stand-in for Katie. Livid my body raced for the carnal release that no one else but Katie could provide.
This is empty—wrong and pathetic.
Looking between Sabrina’s legs as she sets to straddle my waist, my cock pulses. The swollen tip, wet from Sabrina’s mouth glistens, dripping in wait for what’s to come.
“You’re riled tonight,” she tells me, bringing her mouth close to mine and moving her long blonde hair to one side.
Fuck yes, I’m riled. But not for you. You’re a vessel to purge my hostility. A willing victim to a dead-end game. You’re nothing.
Christ, what am I doing?
I didn’t see Katie Morris tonight. The girl who laughs freely, cries when the mood strikes her, and rants on about whatever’s on her mind.
The woman I stared into was Katherine-fucking-Dyer. The wife of an adulterer. The mother to two beautiful but unmindful girls. The friend who needs better guidance.
Suffice it to say, I didn’t like what I saw. Katie’s eyes told me she’s been lost. Her lips were tight—pained in my presence. Her hands fidgeted under my attention.
Then she spoke. She said next to nothing, but it was enough to take me back to that hotel room, four long years ago, where we’d finally ended things for good.
At least I ended things. For the sake of her family and for my peace of mind.
“You gonna fuck me or am I gonna finish this myself?” I bait, grabbing Sabrina’s hips and slamming her down on mine. Her warm pussy convulses; my cock continues to throb.
Bending toward me, Sabrina’s mouth takes mine. The kiss is hurried, sloppy, and in a way telling. She’s getting off but I’m not. Not like this. Not if I have to look at her.
Twisting my neck, I break the kiss and lean up. Sabrina discharges a pained yelp as I position her on her knees to face the wall. Pushing on her back, she grabs the headboard and her body braces.
“Fuck me, Cole,” she pleads, a dramatic show of bullshit. “Fuck me hard.”
Fuck me.
I close my eyes to forget the nearly unrecognizable face I saw tonight through the crowd of strangers.
Fuck me.
I dive into the open pussy, given freely by a woman who’s probably been with more men than I have women.
Fuck me.
I curse, roar, thrust, and pound until my balls get tight, pushing hard for my release.
Fuck me.
I picture Katie beneath me, crying and begging for that night not to be our last.
But it had to be. It fucking had to be.
Our choices were limited, the decisions painful to make.
Fuck me.
So fucking tired, angry in circumstance, and exhausted in life, my body shakes as I bury myself into Sabrina and spend my empty release.
Fuck. Me.