Page 32 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“I think I am addicted to it though, Puck,” I start crying. “After that, every time he put it in my hand, I did it.” Shame washes over me at the reminder of what I did. “And every time I didn’t feel well, I craved it so much. In fact, I would do it now if you gave it to me.”
The more I talk, the more distraught I get.
“Shh, it’s okay, babe,” Puck’s arms come to wrap around me. “I won’t let you fall for that again.”
His words are comforting.
But I don’t think I’m strong enough to resist.
10
Puck
I lienext to Emily on one of the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been on. Listening to her breathing in and out as she sleeps is one of the sweetest sounds, and I could do this for the rest of my life. And guess what, I am doing it for the rest of my life.
Talking about the baby and his questionable paternity is making my brain go into overload. Emily was getting too agitated when we started piecing together all the events of the unfortunate day when I found her in bed with her ex boyfriend.
No matter what happens going forward, two things are for certain. One, and this is the most important one, it doesn’t matter whose DNA this baby carries. I claimed it, so he is mine, along with his mother.
The thought of a little boy with Emily’s blue eyes hits me right in the chest. I want that, no matter what.
The second thing that’s for certain is the fact that I will kill Steve myself. There is noifabout it, onlywhen. He thinks he is smart, but he is not. The fact that we now know that Bricks is involved just proves how stupid he is, thinking he can play the president of a motorcycle club for his own benefit.
I kiss Emily softly on the cheek, then remove myself from the bed. I smile when I walk back into the living area and see her clothes on the floor. I just wanted to make her feel good, and I didn’t think she was ready for the type of fucking I had in mind.
I grab my phone from where I left it on the table, loving the imprint of Emily’s ass on the shiny surface. And her juices left a stain on the glass for sure. Perfection.
I frown at the screen when I see the message showing on there.
Unknown: I miss you, handsome. When are you coming back?
I know this is not Emily since she is sleeping in my bed only feet away. I haven’t shared this number with any women since I left Texas. My fingers are itching to reply and ask who it is, only because curiosity is killing me. But I somehow think this is a trap.
The phone dings as I’m looking at it.
Unknown: This is Lala, babe
My eyes bulge out of my head. How? Lala is the stripper I was messing around with out in Texas. A nobody to me or to anyone in the club. Or so I thought.
It is clear that this phone is not safe to use, but it would look suspicious if I just turned it off. If whoever is sending me these messages is as smart as a hacker should be, they would know right away that I am onto them.
The phone dings again, three times in a row, and I drop it to the ground like it is on fire when I see the pictures showing on there. Then, a fourth message comes through. A video of a threesome I had with her and another girl at the club, quite a while back.
Lala is on her back on a large bed, with the other girl, whose name I don’t even remember, sitting on her face. I am fucking Lala, sweat dripping down my body, while the girl is leaned over her, sucking on her clit and playing with my balls. Good times were had by all.
I must’ve accidentally hit the play button when I dropped the phone, because the video is playing and the sounds coming out of it make it obvious as to what is going on.
“What is that?” Emily’s voice asks from right next to me. I turn my head, only to see her staring at the floor toward where I dropped the phone. I look back down and watch in horror.
“Fuck,” the me from the video growls in extasy while the girls are both mewling, moving faster and faster. The girl sitting on Lala’s face is gyrating on her tongue, while I spread Lala’s legs as far as they will go, giving the other girl as much room as possible to lick her better.
I grab a nearby chair and slam the leg of it onto the screen, cracking it into a million pieces. The only thing it does is to show a distorted image of the orgy while the sound is still going strong.
I start stomping on the phone until there’s not much left of it, small pieces of plastic littering the floor.
The silence in the room is killing me now. Emily is not saying a word, and her eyes are still directed toward the phone like she can still see those images moving on the screen.
I open my mouth to apologize, but then realize that I don’t need to. This is from way before I even met her. What I did or didn’t do at the time does not reflect who I am with her today. And she either sees it or she doesn’t.
