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What was I doing?
There was no way I could fuck this girl, but I had to try at least. I would do whatever I could if it meant getting Tori out of my head.
She told me her name, but I wasn’t paying attention as I returned the blunt. Joker smiled at me, his jagged teeth sharp. “She’s hot. If you don’t want her, I’ll take her.”
I wasn’t sure if she heard him, but if she had, she showed no reaction to the idea of us passing her around like a piece of meat.
Standing, I nodded, telling her without words to follow me. I could feel her presence behind me as I cut through the crowd to my bedroom. I closed the door behind her when she entered my room and sat on my bed.
“Strip,” I demanded.
Maybe seeing her naked body would get me hard, and if it did, I would fuck her until Tori’s face was just a memory. It didn’t matter if it made me sick—didn’t matter if I had to push myself through it—I would have sex with someone who wasn’t Victoria Walsh.
She stood from my bed and pulled her top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large nipples were hard and swollen. She didn’t pause before she pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her in just her panties.
They were black and lacy, barely covering the smooth skin behind them. I swallowed, hoping for some sort of response, but no matter how long I stared at her curves, nothing happened.
“All the way.”
She grinned as she peeled her panties down her long legs and kicked them to the side.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
Fuck, did I ever.
I waited, begging my cock to grow—to move—to do any-fucking-thing, but nothing happened.
“I might,” I teased.
I went to my bed and sat with my back against the headboard.
“Come sit right here,” I said, patting my lap.
She did as she was told, straddling me completely naked. She worked her hips against me, leaning her head back, and moaned at how good my jeans felt against her pussy. I let her, clenching my eyes closed against the rush of nausea in my stomach and the memories of Lorne Walsh touching me.
After ten minutes, I gave up, stopping her abruptly just as she was getting close to coming on my jeans.
“Get out,” I said, fed up with her presence.
Nothing was happening. My dick hadn’t budged. It was more than obvious I had some fucked-up condition, and Victoria seemed to be the cure.
She paused her movement and stared down at me. “Excuse me?”
I pulled a blunt from behind my ear, licked it, and lit it. “You heard me.”
“But, Saint—” she began to argue.
I held my palm up, stopping her. “What’s your name?” I asked.
Her eyes grew wide as if she had just realized she was trying to fuck some dude who hadn’t even cared enough to listen when she told him her name.
“Seriously? My name’s Jessica.”
“Well, Jessica, you seem like a nice girl,” I said. “But you’re not doing it for me, babe.”
“Wow. What a fucking dick,” she snapped as she climbed from my lap.
She scooped up her clothes, cursing the entire time, before leaving my room and slamming the door behind her.
