Page 35 of Sins of Leo

“Tower will provide whatever you need, pajamas and toiletry-wise, in the bathroom.”

He couldn’t help but watch as she crossed the room and entered his lavatory. Stared at that sweet full ass.

Fuck me.He was goddamned hard and couldn’t do shit about it unless he planned to hide in the bathroom jacking off. Might be a plan, along with a cold shower.

When Ruth exited, wearing a neck-to-ankle nightgown, he slipped into the only place that had a door. Even shut he remained all too aware of her on the other side.

Couldn’t stop thinking of her as he stood under the cold jet spray of his shower. He tugged his cock, his shaft harder than it had been in years. He’d barely felt an urge to masturbate since the death of his wife. But tonight, with Ruth’s smile lingering in his mind, he stroked himself and came fast.

With his cock drained, he should have been safe, but the moment he emerged from the bathroom, wearing shorts rather than nothing at all—his preferred mode for sleep—he spotted the lump of her under the covers of the bed on the left andschwing!Instant erection. A good thing she didn’t face him, because he wouldn’t have been able to hide the tenting.

He flopped into the empty bed to the right, tucking under the covers to hide his boner, and, no surprise, didn’t fall asleep right away. How could he with Ruth so close? A woman who was all wrong for him. She was a professional therapist, who had her shit together and would obviously never date a broken man. Even if she did find Leo attractive, it wouldn’t matter because he’d sworn off relationships, although not because of some misguided loyalty to Kylie.

He couldn’t let anyone close. Didn’t dare. His wife and child died because of him. Died because he’d failed. Died and left him broken. Died and, ever since, living lost its appeal.

Until now.

It bothered that Ruth appeared to have awoken something that reminded Leo he had needs. Not just the sexual kind. He missed companionship. Missed teasing and bantering. Missed having someone across from him at the table—and in bed.

He turned and stared at the faint hump of her body under the blanket. While she might have roused the longing, she deserved better than him.

Eventually, sleep took him. Took him to that dark night. His nightmare became vivid to the point he could still smell the sewer. As that horrific moment replayed—as it had almost every night for the past few years—the bloodlust and thrill of the fight remained just as intense. The horror at finding Kylie’s and Olivia’s things still crushing.

But it was what came after that led to him drinking—and being unable to move on.

As the sewer faded to black, Leo braced himself. It didn’t help. Each and every time, her appearance sucker punched.

A small child appeared in front of him, clad in a simple white gown, her hair cut to her shoulders, her feet bare. His daughter, but not the baby he recalled. In his dreams—nightmares—Olivia aged as if she’d never died. She visited him almost nightly, amplifying his torment.

“Hi, Daddy.” Olivia lisped.

“Hi, baby girl.” Even if this wasn’t real, Leo couldn’t ignore her.

Dream Olivia smiled. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s almost time.” She spoke more maturely than a child her age should.

“Time for what, baby girl?” She’d been alluding to some upcoming event these past few months, hence why he’d been drinking harder than usual. Sometimes, when he passed out from the alcohol, he managed to skip the nightly visits—then felt guilty the next day. Never mind the fact his subconscioustortured him with his guilt. When he intentionally ignored his dream daughter, he felt like an absolute shit.

“It’s almost time for us to be together,” Olivia chirped. “I have to be careful, though.”

“Careful of what?” He’d asked before, but she always gave a vague reply.

“I can’t get caught. Kylie wouldn’t be happy.”

“She doesn’t want you visiting me?” Blame his guilt for his conviction Kylie hated him from beyond the grave.

“Kylie doesn’t know. I kept it a secret.”

In his dream, Olivia never called her ‘mother.’ It was always Kylie. “You shouldn’t keep secrets from your mom.”

“I had to. She told me you were dead. When I called her a liar, she got so mad.” Olivia’s lips turned down.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry about that. Your mom loves you.”

“No, she doesn’t. She told me she never wanted me to be born.”

It crushed him to hear that. Dream or not, no child should feel unwanted. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Yes, she did.” Olivia canted her head. “She has mean eyes. You don’t.”

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