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My lust for revenge was born that day.
I left NYU and joined the service. After a year, I was assigned to Special Forces, but it drained me. I got out after one tour and finished college. Then with my service record, I got into Harvard Law School.
My reflection on the sparkling glass window strikes me in a way it hasn’t most nights. Gazing at my bare chest and arms covered in all these tattoos, I wonder who the fuck I really am anymore.
When the front door opens, I choke on my last sip. I’m not naked but wearing black briefs. Very tight briefs. At six-six, my cock is huge, even when I’m not erect.
Bernadette tiptoes into the kitchen, her shadow dancing on the far wall.
Exhaling, I figure I can quietly pad up to my bedroom.
Or...
I’ve had enough to drink to make a bad decision. I told myself I’d stay away from her. Let the men who paid for Bernie have her.
But fuck, I just can’t.
In the kitchen, she stands at the sink washing her hands. I wonder why she didn’t stop at the powder room or go straight to her bedroom. Perhaps she didn’t realize there was a half bath near the front door and couldn’t wait to get to her bathroom.
Alarms fire through me, and I rush to her.
I gently push into her from behind and lower my head to her ear.
“Are you okay, sugar?”
“Just needed to wash my hands.” She rinses her fingers, stroking them in a way that wakes up my dick.
“Why? Did Ashton get his cum all over them?” I joke.
“Ford!” She spins around, horrified eyes tearing through me.
Should I tell her about Ash and me? About Pratt? Why I’m really doing this?
“I was kidding.” Not really.
I inspect her further for mascara-stained tracks of tears from maybe blowing Ashton.
No, her makeup looks perfect.
“Since you brought it up, yes, it’s from Ash’s cum,” she answers with no hesitation or shame. “He wanted me to go home with him but settled for a hand job.”
“He made you jerk him off?”
“He didn’t make me.” She blushes, the bloom of her cheeks caught in the pin lights that stay on all night in my kitchen. “I kind of humped him and got off. Seemed only fair.”
I remind myself I only met her three days ago. She’s not whoever the hell I thought she was. She’s even fucking better. Better for me. Better for me and Ash.
Plus, I love talking with her. Challenging her to see what the hell she’ll say next.
“I told him not to touch you,” I say, unwilling to drop my rules just yet.
“And he respected your wishes.Iwanted to take it further.” She drags in a breath, her eyes wandering across my chest and sculpted pecs. “I’m an adult. I can have no-strings fun with men.”
Men, plural. AshtonandEmery.
“Or did you forget yesterday, Mr. Montgomery?”
“Not one fucking bit.” I stroke her jaw. “But I am sorry, I put you in this position.”
