Page 41 of Driftwood Daffodil

“You called me for a reason. I can hear how frustrated you are.”

Frustrated didn’t even begin to cover it.

My mind was set on murder, all I could see was red and my dick was screaming for release. And not the kind that I could give myself. I could try, but I’d been trying for two months and nothing seemed to satisfy me.

Don’t get me wrong I came, but that didn’t stop the dark need from crawling up my spine. I was managing it just fine until today. Now that urge was so heavy that I could feel every muscle in my body tense with need.

“Darry will be home soon.” That excuse was more for me than her.

“He just took Ezra to his baseball game.”

Both Darry and his dad were heavy supporters of his little brother’s sport. They’d take him out for ice cream after and maybe a movie. That gave us at least three hours.

“We could just talk?” She suggested.

No we couldn’t.

“Come pick me up and we’ll go for a ride.” When I didn’t answer she added, “you sound like you need someone to talk to.”

Did I really want to open that door? Then again, talking wasn’t so bad. Only two people had seen me cry. Atlas andCarissa. The night he died she didn’t say a word. She just held me for hours while I sobbed.

Fuck it.

“Alright, fine.” Sucking back a deep breath, I started the ignition and backed out onto the street. “Be outside in five minutes.”

This was a bad idea. Every road I turned down, I told myself to go the other way. Right up until the moment I pulled to a stop at the end of her driveway. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I stared through the windshield at Darry’s house.

We used to play in the shed to the left. It was our clubhouse. The sign we made out of cardboard and crayons was still hanging on the door. The words were worn off but I could still see them.‘No girls allowed.’

I needed to get out of here.

My foot just started to lift off the brake when the front door opened and Carissa came out. The second I saw her I knew I fucked up. She was wearing a tight little black dress that barely covered her ass and pushed her tits up, into mouthwatering mounds that had me licking my lips.

She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder as I tipped my head to the side and ran my eyes down the length of her. The last thing Carissa was dressed for was talking. Not that I gave a shit right now. It took everything I had not to pull my dick out and jerk off right then and there.

I’m here to talk and nothing more.

That was the chant I had running through my head as she skipped up and hopped into the Rover beside me.

She propped one of her legs up on the dash and smiled, “Hi.”

I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes down her leg to the sweet spot between her thighs. Her position caused the dress to ride up, giving me a perfect view of a pussy I told myself I didn’t want to touch, despite my fingers twitching to do just that.

Carissa knew exactly what she was doing. Trickling a coy finger over her knee and down her thigh while singing, “do you like my dress,” in that seductive tone.

No. I fucking hated that dress.

“I like it.” My head tipped to the side while her finger grazed closer to her pussy. “But, Dom says it’s too small.”

I could see where he was coming from. If my wife was prancing around in some shit like that, somebody would end up dead.

“Can we not talk about your fucking husband.”

“Okay.” She dropped her leg and slid a little closer to me. “What do you want to talk about?”

Anything that would take my mind off the sweet scent of her perfume.

“I see you’re still in your uniform.” Her palm flattened on my thigh igniting a fire in my veins. “Did you come right from school? ”

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