get trigger happy when I’m on the edge. Sex is a good release and I need to do anything to stop myself thinking or watching Melody. Damn, that woman has crawled under the surface into layers I didn’t even know I had. It’s confusing and I hate the unease inside me. I’m used to a slightly simmering calm on the surface of my façade while I bury any type of emotion and live with an indifferent quality to life. The only thing is, now I realise it’s just a way of concealing emotions I still own. If the way she made me feel is any indication, my emotions are becoming unburied and I hate her for making me notice this. I hate her for making me feel this way. I’ve never felt this before, how is she doing it? I just need to get laid, maybe that will wane whatever the fuck this is, because hate and lust are the only emotions I own up to feeling, so I’ll just hate fuck everything else out of me.
I check my watch to see how long I’ve been here.
“Not even an hour, don’t even think about it! You’re helping with the grill.” Zach glares, handing me a beer. Shit, that bastard knows me better than I thought.
“I need to get laid.” I groan, looking over at Jess wearing a summer dress that barely covers her ass. She has all the right equipment but my dick just isn’t up for playing with it. The noise grows boisterous with greetings. I look over and nearly spit out my beer; Ryan is here with her. Her LIVE tattoo is accompanied by a night blooming cereus but she doesn’t just blossom in the moonlight, she looks just as stunning under the beam of the sun. It embraces her in its glow, the flecks of red glimmering from its touch.
I stand, walking up behind them, overhearing Mills asking how long they’ve been a couple.
“We’re just friends,” Melody answers, her feet shifting. The shit-eating grin from Mills could have eclipsed the sun, it’s so big. His head tips back to let the “ha” rip free.
“You can’t win them all! Ryan, that has to be a first. Your pretty boy looks didn’t get a girl wet for you, huh?” Mills has been necking the booze, and he’s obviously well on his way to being wasted and punched out if he keeps letting his mouth run. Ryan studies him for a few seconds before turning to a red-faced Melody. As if in slow motion his hand moves up towards her, impacting her shoulder, causing her footing to stutter and her arms to flay wildly. Her body tips backwards and her mouth pops open, a little screech gaining everyone’s attention. She crashes, breaking the surface of the water in the pool, the splash small, raining down to puncture the undisturbed calm around her.
“I can still get her wet.”
There’s no joking, no remorse for humiliating and soaking his friend in front of everyone. Jess sniggers but mostly there are gasps and muffled words of disapproval.
Her little gasps for air when she surfaces make me want to lick the water from every inch of her skin to elicit gasps of pleasure. Zach holds his hand out to her, pulling her from the water. His wife, Jasmine, is already holding a towel out to her, whispering where she can dry off and find something to change into. She scurries away, her eyes downcast.
Gripping Ryan by the back of the neck, I pull him away from the rest of the gathered crowd. “What the fuck was that?”
“He forced my hand by being a prick, and what do you care anyway?”
His pride, that’s why he humiliated her.
“I’m an asshole, Ry, but even I can see that was shitty. You don’t keep people around, but this girl, you have don’t push her away over some asshole taking a pot shot.”
His onyx eyes glare back at me. “You’re right. I’m going to fuck his wife’s face and then apologise to Melody.”
He pulls from my grip, leaving me gaping.
I answer the call from inside myself and go in search of Melody. I find her in the en-suite bathroom of the main bedroom. She’s a sin to someone like me but the rush from just a taste is worth God’s
I check my watch to see how long I’ve been here.
“Not even an hour, don’t even think about it! You’re helping with the grill.” Zach glares, handing me a beer. Shit, that bastard knows me better than I thought.
“I need to get laid.” I groan, looking over at Jess wearing a summer dress that barely covers her ass. She has all the right equipment but my dick just isn’t up for playing with it. The noise grows boisterous with greetings. I look over and nearly spit out my beer; Ryan is here with her. Her LIVE tattoo is accompanied by a night blooming cereus but she doesn’t just blossom in the moonlight, she looks just as stunning under the beam of the sun. It embraces her in its glow, the flecks of red glimmering from its touch.
I stand, walking up behind them, overhearing Mills asking how long they’ve been a couple.
“We’re just friends,” Melody answers, her feet shifting. The shit-eating grin from Mills could have eclipsed the sun, it’s so big. His head tips back to let the “ha” rip free.
“You can’t win them all! Ryan, that has to be a first. Your pretty boy looks didn’t get a girl wet for you, huh?” Mills has been necking the booze, and he’s obviously well on his way to being wasted and punched out if he keeps letting his mouth run. Ryan studies him for a few seconds before turning to a red-faced Melody. As if in slow motion his hand moves up towards her, impacting her shoulder, causing her footing to stutter and her arms to flay wildly. Her body tips backwards and her mouth pops open, a little screech gaining everyone’s attention. She crashes, breaking the surface of the water in the pool, the splash small, raining down to puncture the undisturbed calm around her.
“I can still get her wet.”
There’s no joking, no remorse for humiliating and soaking his friend in front of everyone. Jess sniggers but mostly there are gasps and muffled words of disapproval.
Her little gasps for air when she surfaces make me want to lick the water from every inch of her skin to elicit gasps of pleasure. Zach holds his hand out to her, pulling her from the water. His wife, Jasmine, is already holding a towel out to her, whispering where she can dry off and find something to change into. She scurries away, her eyes downcast.
Gripping Ryan by the back of the neck, I pull him away from the rest of the gathered crowd. “What the fuck was that?”
“He forced my hand by being a prick, and what do you care anyway?”
His pride, that’s why he humiliated her.
“I’m an asshole, Ry, but even I can see that was shitty. You don’t keep people around, but this girl, you have don’t push her away over some asshole taking a pot shot.”
His onyx eyes glare back at me. “You’re right. I’m going to fuck his wife’s face and then apologise to Melody.”
He pulls from my grip, leaving me gaping.
I answer the call from inside myself and go in search of Melody. I find her in the en-suite bathroom of the main bedroom. She’s a sin to someone like me but the rush from just a taste is worth God’s
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