Page 114 of One Spicy Summer

Empty.

I release a shaky laugh, the absurdity of it all hitting me. Relax, Presley. You're just psyching yourself out.

I hum the chorus to Geto Boys’ “My Mind’s Playing Tricks on Me” under my breath, letting the beat drown out the paranoia. Closing my eyes again, I think of Rygaard.

My man, my man, my man.

God, I love him.

After everything we’ve been through, the agony, the separation, the ugly scars he still kisses without hesitation, he still holds me like I'm his Princess… And fucks me like I'm his personal whore.

Just the thought of his rough hands on my body sets a slow burn between my thighs.

I shift in the water, easing myself toward the strongest jet. Lifting my tits, I guide them right into the path of the pulsingspray."Ohhh, fuck,"I whisper, my back arching as the water batters my aching nipples.

They’ve been hypersensitive lately, practically begging for Rygaard’s brutal mouth to clamp down and suck the pain into pleasure. The hard sting of the jets against my swollen tips has me panting. God, if only it was Ry’s hot tongue flicking and biting me…

One hand slides down, slipping past the trembling curve of my belly to the throbbing bundle of nerves between my thighs.

I barely graze myself and nearly come undone. I'm slick, needy, my body desperate for a rougher touch.

I need more.

I needwreckage.

My gaze flicks to the aggressive jet stream blasting the surface. A wicked thought blooms in my mind.

Could I...?

No.

Yes.

Fuck it.

Maneuvering my body sideways, I sling my legs over the edge of the tub, spreading them wide like a filthy offering. The jet hammers against my clit almost instantly."Oooh, shit,"I hiss, rolling my hips against the brutal spray.

One hand tugs and twists my sore nipples while the other plunges two fingers deep inside my desperate, clenching pussy.

The water pounds my clit mercilessly as I fuck myself on my own hand, the pressure building until I’m teetering on the edge of madness.

"Ohhh... God!"I scream, my body spasming as an orgasm rips through me, raw and endless.

I don’t stop.

I grind harder against the water, milking another orgasm from the pit of my soul, this one darker, more desperate, dragging a ragged sob from my chest.

Cum slicks my thighs as I collapse back against the tub, trembling, breathing like I just outran death.

Still catching my breath, I start sliding back into the water, when a shadow shifts.

I freeze.

Then I hear him.

"So this is what you’ve been doing since you left me,"Keifer growls, stepping into the bathroom like a nightmare in human skin."Make a sound, bitch, and I'll gut you right here.”

Instead of fear, rage flickers to life inside me.

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