Chapter 15

Reece

It's wrong. Everything is wrong. I should just leave here. I didn't come to Asher's hometown to cause trouble.

But, really, what is going on? Nothing. All of this is happening inside my mind, and I'm in my bed and no one will know. No one will ever know. Nothing is going on.

I'm alone and I'm lonely and I'm sad. Always sad because there is no one left. And Sawyer is nice to me. He tells me when I've done a good job. I don't feel stupid when he's around. I can ask a question and he'll teach me over and over even if it's the tenth time, and I have entirely sexualized his kind gestures and turned them into vile fantasies in the middle of the night.

It's deplorable. Pathetic. I have no friends. Asher is fifteen minutes away from me but I haven't seen or spoken to him the entire time I've been here, except for the first time. I can't even talk to him because it'll be inappropriate.

But his husband . . .

The dildo in my ass is slick with lube and stretching me as I slide it in and out. My lip is caught between my teeth and I'm trying not to make any sounds because if I make any sounds then I'll have to admit to what is in my head right now.

Asher's husband.

Asher's husband's hand on my cock, jerking me.

Asher's husband's mouth on my hole.

Asher's husband's cock deep inside me.

Ah, fuck.

Asher's husband's mouth on mine while he fucks me.

My blood boils beneath my skin. I can't breathe. My body is on fire.

More.

Please. More.

I pump the dildo wildly, fucking myself on it while my hand jerks my cock but I can't do both.

Asher . . .

No. Can't bring Asher into this.

I pull the dildo out of my ass, pumping my dick.

Asher . . .

I come.

And I'm immediately filled with so much shame, I shrivel up into a ball, hiding my face from myself.

It's better I'm not anyone's father. Or husband. Or friend.

I fuck everything up.