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Nights were the hardest.
Nights were full of whispers to sneak into Neri’s bedroom and torment her with a visit for a change.
Nights were when my self-control frayed to the point of non-existence.
Push-ups, crunches, and twenty-minute-long planks were my medicine against the sickness she’d given me.
Rhea’s fingers hooked in my boxers, tugging them gently.
Her touch was confident but also wary, as if she expected me to shake my head and deny her.
Even though I battled with so many fucking things, I did what she wanted.
I stripped them off and kicked away my last piece of clothing, standing before her as bare as she stood before me.
Vulnerability shot down my back, followed by sadness I couldn’t understand.
I wanted this.
I needed this.
I just didn’t want it with her...
I grunted as her fingers wrapped around my bare cock.
My mind shot blank, giving me sanctuary from my agonising thoughts.
A bead of pre-cum welled as my balls tightened, and I schooled myself against the overwhelming intensity that touch always brought.
Instinct to run shot down my legs.
Despair to message Neri had fury tangling with lust.
Stop thinking about her!
Grabbing Rhea around the waist, I plucked her from the floor and carried her to the bed.
She laughed out loud as I tossed her down, her legs spreading, her breasts bouncing.
I crawled over her.
I slotted my hips between her thighs and hovered over her on my elbows.
If I was going to do this, I had to do it fast.
I had to lose what was keeping me trapped, and then...perhaps, when I was free, I could enjoy her again. Take my time and not have to fight the very crippling urge to run.
Lowering myself down, her eyes widened as she wriggled a little beneath my weight.
Her skin blazed against mine.
My heart pounded.
“You okay?” I strangled.
Funny how that word used to make me furious. It no longer did. I’d overcome that word. Just like I was about to overcome Neri.
The moment I thought of her, Neri’s soft voice echoed in my ears and the electrical charge that I always pretended didn’t exist when we touched shot through my blood, proving to me, in awful black and white, that I felt no chemistry when Rhea stroked me. No sting or spark or sharpness.
