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I need to feel something.
Any-damn-thing right now.
“Oh, you want to be my dirty little slut?” he asks, and I nod my head, smiling.
Farris moves forward, his cock near my entrance as he slides it between my folds, so close. “Tell me how bad you want my cock, slut,” he barks.
I reach up and scrape my nails down his back until I get to his ass. “Fuck me, Farris.”
“Okay, slut.” Then he pushes inside of me. I yelp in surprise but take him in. He groans loudly as he does and then starts moving quickly. I keep my nails in his back, dragging them down further and digging them in.
“Fuck me harder,” I demand, leaning up and biting his shoulder.
He grunts, and I grip him to me as he keeps moving. I feel he’s close, but I’m not, actually, nowhere near it. I’m struggling to get off, and I know why.
“You want to be my whore instead?” His words make me freeze, but he doesn’t notice because to him, it’s the time of his life.
My nails stop moving, and my head drops back to the bed.
“Whore,” he says again as he comes, collapsing on top of me, kissing my neck. “That was fun.” He pulls himself out and walks to our shower. “Maybe next time you can call me, Daddy. I hear that’s a thing,” he says with his back to me.
Oh, good God, I’m glad he doesn’t turn around because if he saw the look on my face, he wouldn’t be happy.
Rolling over, I reach for my phone. There are a few texts messages lighting up the screen. One from Merci, so I call her back straight away.
“What’s wrong?”
“He’s gone. Just grabbed his phone and said he ain’t coming back.” I hear her soft cries, and it breaks my heart.
“I’m sorry.” And I am, but she had to do something. Brody is going down a path I’m not sure we can support him through.
“It’s all your fault! You told me I had to do it!” she screams. Then hiccups. “It’s not… I’m sorry. I’m just…”
“Hurt,” I finish for her.
“He said he’s going back there. To him.”
I know who she’s talking about without even asking.
We only have him in our lives, and he is not pleasant to deal with.
But he is here.
Not back home.
“It will be fine. He won’t find him.”
“What?” she asks, clearly confused.
“He was on my flight to Vegas,” I tell her.
“Fuck! Really?”
“Yep,” I confirm.
“Did he speak to you?”
“Keir was on the flight. But Lucas found me after.” I wasn’t planning on telling her everything, but she needs a distraction. “I was with Farris.”
