Page 3 of Love Starves

Luckily, Dr. Geoff is old enough for it to be completely taboo.As though fucking six guys in one day isn’t, that smartass little voice inside my head says. Whatever, though, I know it makes me sound shallow, but Dr. Geoff, who might’ve had something going in his younger years, definitely didn’t take care of himself as he aged. His skin is wrinkly and marked with sunspots, not to mention it looks like it’d have the texture of old leather left out in the heat. White hair is kind of splotchy here and there around the crown of his head. Yeah, even if I was desperate, I don’t think I could force myself to seduce the man.

“Ms. Clemonte,” Lacey, the office’s only receptionist, calls out to me.

Been here plenty by now that I know the routine. Kicking up one side of my lips in a half smile, I shoot it her way out of politeness before making my way into Dr. Geoff’s office. The man is already sitting in his egg chair across from the loveseat I’ve claimed as my own when we have these sessions. I can’t help but wonder every time that I’m in here, how many psychos he has to deal with on a daily basis, and even moreso, how much of a crazy person does that make him for actuallywantingto do it?

“Good afternoon, Blythe,” he says as I take my seat.

I grind my teeth with my smile, crossing my legs carefully so as not to flash him. Taking my wordless response as an opening, he adds, “And how are you today?”

“Well, let’s see,” I reply, rolling my eyes, “today was great, and then I woke up.”

Elliot

“Damn it, dude,” I rant. “I can’t believe I was on a bullshit call today when our girl stopped by.”

“Technically,” Kenji starts, but I quickly cut off the rest of his sentence.

“Yeah,technically, she isn’tours, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s the only pussy riding my cock right now, so that makes her something, okay?”

He shrugs, his dreadlocks swinging as he opens the door to let us both out into the night air. “Why is this a thing every time she comes to see us? You know the rules just like we all do.”

“Say what you want, master of patience,” I retort, jerking a hand through my shoulder-length hair. I’ve wanted to cut it for months now, but there’s something about the way Blythe likes to use it as handholds when I’m buried inside of her that has me going nowhere near the barber. “I know you’re in the same boat I am right now. Stuck right between two of the longest most expensive legs you’ve ever had. How long’s it been since you even thought about another pussy?”

"I think the better question iswhyyou're worried about what I'm hitting," he says, opening the door, leaning across the top of it and shooting me a wink.

Spitting my now tasteless gum out towards the grass, I smirk at him over the roof of my car. "Don't you think you should rephrase that to what youaren'thitting?"

He shakes his head with a grin before dropping down into his seat. I follow in behind him, willing to drop the conversation for now, even if I am still fucking peeved that I missed Blythe.

Fuck it. I need some cheering up.

I start the car before pulling a blunt out of the small box beneath my seat. It's blazing and I've already taken a hit before Kenji speaks.

"I thought you told Van you were quitting," he accuses.

Taking another hit, I offer it to him, which he declines, before I reply, "I did quit. Selling it that is. He knows I've got secret stashes for emergencies. Besides, what Giovanni don't know won't hurt him."

Respecting my dude's wishes, I let down my window for the smoke to filter out through before resting my head back against the rest and flicking my eyes over to him. All it takes is half a second before we're both cracking up. Anybody who's met Giovanni Parisi, or Van to us, is no stranger to the fact that he knows everything. Were I akin to a conspiracy theorist I'd say the man has us all bugged. Thankfully, I'm not one of those paranoid fools. Even high. Popping my smoke between my lips, I put us in drive to get the hell out of the gym parking lot. I'm one hundred percent grateful for Van and what kind of life he helps me live now, but I'd be a lying motherfucker if I said I don't get tired of that place sometimes.

Kenji cranks the radio for the ride to his house. Maybe it's just that good MJ making me all philosophical and shit, but I have a feeling I'll look back on moments like these and know that they were the best times of my life. Making easy money with a badass boss, riding down the road with a smoke, the best on the market, between my lips and the wind whipping through the car like it's on beat with the music. The only thing missing is the girl. I'd take her anyway I could get her right now. With her head in my lap, giving me a blowjob going down the road. Riding Kenji's cock because that shit's hot as fuck. Hell, even watching her through my rearview mirror in the backseat jerking herself off. And there's only one person who I want in all those positions.

"You not coming in?" Kenji asks as I pull up to the curb to let him out. Normally, I'd follow him up and more nights than not fall asleep on his couch after eating whatever bangin Asian cuisine he's cooked up for the night. My head lists to the side so I can see his face and there must be enough of an explanation in my expression for his answer.

Another grin breaks out across his face as he reaches back to grab his duffle out of the back seat. "I don't think I've ever seen a person with a bigger death wish. If Van doesn't kill you, Blythe is going to chew you up and spit you back out."

"As long as she does it with those sexy-ass legs wrapped around me, I'll die a happy man," I reply easily, speaking nothing but the truth.

With another shake of his head and something about acrazy manmumbled under his breath, he takes the stairs two at a time up to his place. I've already got my phone out before his foot touches the first step.

"Where you at, baby?" I ask the empty car, opening my texts.

Want to meet up?

There's one thing Kenji wasn't wrong about. Blythe most definitely has the power to completely destroy my world, but something he seems to always forget about is that we already had a past before Van. Not as a relationship or anything. Neither of us would've touched the other with a ten-foot pole. Fucked-up how things change like that. Her reply takes so long that I'm considering just parking and eating my pride with that Asian cuisine tonight, making Kenji aware my attempt failed.

You know where I am.

I'm glad I waited until I was alone. Having any witnesses to how elated those five words make me would probably be embarrassing as fuck. Flicking my stub out the window, I start the trip to the other side of town, more than once having to adjust myself in my jeans after thinking about her waiting for me. When I pull up to the wrought-iron gate, it automatically swings open to let me through. I don't bother with the perfectly sculpted and manicured round-about at the front of the house. Instead, I take the longer drive that leads around back, parking right outside the six-car garage that Deck would likely give his left nut to see inside of. That's not my destination, however. The lights from the pool house illuminate the majority of the empty space of the back yard. What the pool lights themselves don't, that is.

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