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Yeah, right.
Last night’s memories should be wiped out from my mind.
Yeah. Right.
The memories didn’t go away. They’re here. In my bathroom. Stronger than ever.
I’m so hard, it’s a fucking agony.
The things Carter and Amara did don’t go away. Won’t go away.
I’ve never seen Carter take Amara like that. Using both her holes. Blindfolding her with my tie when he fucked her.
Saying my name.
I fucking heard that. Every last word.
My eyes slam shut, and I shake my head. My sweat-soaked hair clings to my forehead and I push it up my head.
Playing the way they fucked—the things they said—in my head, is wrong. On so many levels.
Carter was Joelle’s newborn when I took them in.
I was the one who showed Carter how to shave. Taught him how to drive. Explained to him it’s okay to beat the shit out of bullies.
Threatened his teachers that if they gave him a detention one more time, I’d give them one of my own. In a classroom six feet under.
For fuck’s sake, I was the one who grabbed his wrist when he’d stab at the rug beneath his bed. While most kids were afraid of the monsters under their beds, Carter ‘slayed’ them so he could hang their insides on his walls.
He’d been a twisted little kid. I’d been that kid’s father figure.
He’s not a kid anymore.
I have to keep reminding myself of that fact. It isn’t sick to want to be with an adult. It just isn’t. Neither is Amara. She looked my way, while he fucked her. Whether she saw me or not, I can’t tell. In any case, she wasn’t disgusted by Carter’s words. Didn’t tell him to shut up.
My clothes are dropped into the leather hamper next to my vanity. Housekeeping will be here tomorrow to wash them. Carter’s and Amara’s as well.
Fuck, their names alone have my cock thickening.
I return to the one thought that never fails to sober me. The thought that’s kept me from coming onto Carter sooner. When I started have different feelings for him.
They’ll say I’ve been grooming him. I haven’t. Fucking ever. No one will be able to prove that lie.
But it won’t stop our members and enemies from whispering. Making up false rumors about shit I didn’t do to Carter when he was underage. They’ll turn everyone against us.
Our power would mean nothing once these floodgates open. Carter’s future will be tainted. Ruined. Our lives would be on the line.
Those sobering thoughts aren’t helping. They fuck with my head worse.
Moreover since my cock doesn’t give a damn about grooming or the future. I still hear Carter grunting my name. Still see Amara coming with both her holes filled.
I’ll have to rub this one out.
I step into my large shower, sliding the glass doors closed behind me. My dick throbs, begging for relief. I turn the knob on the hot water and stand beneath the ceiling-mounted showerhead.
The spray washes over my head, my shoulders, my aching thighs. Steam billows all around me, obstructing my view of the veiny black and white marble walls.
The hot water spray scalds my skin. My fist closes on my aching cock.
