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Everyone was still asleep when I got home from dropping Tori off at her apartment. I skipped past the drunken bodies littering the living room floor and went to my bedroom. I stood in the doorway and looked at my rumpled sheets before closing the door behind me and stripping naked. Tori’s ripped panties lay on my floor, and as fucking psycho as it seemed, I picked them up and put them in my nightstand drawer.
I lay on my stomach and pulled the pillow she had used to my nose to breathe her in. It was the most fucked up predicament to be in, longing for the woman birthed by your tormentor, but it was precisely what I was doing. I wasn’t finished with Tori. I had tasted her on my tongue, and now I wanted to feel her on my cock.
I passed out, sleeping well past two in the afternoon, and when I finally exited my bedroom, the house was empty. Sounds of Joker and Crow came from the garage, and I knew they were already up and at it. Going to the kitchen, I grabbed my box of Captain Crunch and walked out into the garage.
“Goddamn, dude, you look like shit,” Joker teased.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I flipped him off before I sat on the garage couch.
“How was she?” Joker asked, sending a wave of panic through me.
Did he know? And if he did, how much hell was he about to rain on me?
“Who?” I asked, trying to cover my ass.
He laughed and tossed a wrench in my direction. “Don’t fucking play me, bro. I went to piss last night and heard a bitch screaming in your room. I figured you’d find a new piece once the brunette passed out.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “She was alright.” I shrugged.
“Uh-huh. It sounded like fucking heaven. Who was it?”
I tossed a handful of Captain Crunch in my mouth to buy myself some time.
“Fuck, man, I don’t even remember her name,” I lied.
He laughed again. “Fucking dog.”
I snorted. “Takes one to know one.”
“Woof woof, bitch.” He chuckled.
Crow stared at me as if he knew I was lying, but there was no way. He was passed out when I brought Tori into the house the night before, and I made sure everyone was still sleeping when I led her through the house to take her home that morning.
I turned away from his knowing gaze and continued to eat my cereal.
Since the three of us had gotten trashed the night before, we had a chill day at home. We watched movies on the big screen while buyers dipped in and out until it was time to get our asses ready for Saturday night at The Strip.
Tori was nowhere to be found when we finally got to The Strip. In a way, I was glad because I needed time to clear my mind and figure out what was happening to me. Crow raced twice, and I got in one good one, winning five hundred bucks before it began to lightning and thunder.
Unfortunately, the races didn’t last long before the rain had everyone running back to our place to party. I stuck with Joker and Crow most of the night, playing cards and drinking more than usual. When Donny B. passed me a blunt, I hit it and passed it along, hoping to numb my emotions and clear my mind of Victoria Walsh.
It didn’t matter; nothing I did could make me forget the things she had done to me the night before or the taste of her. It had been the best experience of my life, yet my twisted, broken side made me feel sickened by it.
The entire night, I felt as though I was being watched. I kept thinking Tori was tucked away in a corner somewhere, and I was too fucked up to notice, but when my eyes connected with a redhead eyeing me from across the room, I knew it was her. Her hair was long and curly, tickling the top of her ass and drawing my attention to her nonexistent skirt.
I nodded at her, telling her to come to me, and she smirked before standing and starting across the room. Her body was lean, her legs long, and her breasts large. She was hot, but nothing stirred behind my zipper.
“You eye-fucking me?” I asked when she reached my side.
She nibbled her bottom lip and lifted her brow. “What if I am?”
I leaned forward and ran my fingers down the center of her skirt. “I’d say, why use your eyes when you can use what’s under this?”
Goose bumps broke across her thighs, and I noticed her shiver.
“You’re the one they call Saint, right?”
I leaned back in my chair and took a hit from the blunt Joker passed me. “That’s me.”
