Page 18 of Rage's Solace
The thing is, I can’t concentrate on work, club activities, or visiting friends, because all I think about is Priscilla and what it would be like to have her in my bed again. Having her this close is torture. My hand slides down to grasp my cock as I remember how much she enjoyed sucking my it. I would hold her hair back out of her face. She looked like she was lost in her own little world and God knows no one had ever been that generous with me before. Being with her was everything I always dreamed that love could be.
I fell hard and fast for her, which was why getting that Dear John letter from her threw me a curveball. I try and shove that from my mind as my hand works faster, remembering how her lips felt as they wrapped around my shaft. We were so good together, she loved riding my thick cock like nobody’s business.
An image of her face, head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode me flashed through my mind. I groan as I shoot my load against the shower wall.
The moment I come I feel like an asshole. Stroking one off to my houseguest seems all kinds of wrong, especially after all she’s been through. I wash myself off and hose down the shower wall. I’m still breathing hard, and it feels like my brain went from zero to sixty in ten seconds flat. Luckily, Priscilla has gone to a medical appointment today, so I don’t have to face her at the breakfast table. Right now I don’t think I could look her square in the face without being eaten up by guilt.
I grab a cup of java when I fill up my motorcycle on the way to the clubhouse and drink it down in a couple of gulps before getting back on my bike.
I walk into church while everyone is still milling about. Ven rushes up to me. “Is everything okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“Yeah, I’m fine and dandy. The phone works both ways. You do know that, don’t you?”
When he frowns, I decide to tease him a little. “I’ve seen your mom six times this month. She says to send you her regards, since she doesn’t see much of you anymore.”
“Damnit, Rage. You know Amy’s pregnant, we have birthing classes twice a week,” He spits out.
I slap his chest with the back of my hand. “I’m only jerking your chain, Meli knows why you’ve not been around much. You need to get a damn grip before you pick on the wrong dude, and they beat your freaking ass.”
Suddenly, all his anger diminishes, replaced by amusement. “Did you just say freaking instead of fucking.”
Fucking hell. “I sure did. I’ve got a kid living with me that mimics every damn thing I say.”
“So,” he says in a knowing manner, “You’ve been trying to clean up your language. How interesting. And Priscilla and Mia are still living at your place. Best be careful, the last woman I let move into my place ended up becoming my wife.”
I drop down into the nearest seat. “I’m not getting married to her. It’s not like that.”
He smirks down at me before claiming the seat beside me. “Yeah, that’s the kind of stupid shit I told myself right before I fell hard and fast for Amy.”
“I’m not you. You’re a dumbass who fell for the first woman you saved. I’m a paramedic who saves women morning, noon, and night. I don’t need to wife one of them up to feel like a hero.”
“Do you actually believe the garbage coming out of your mouth because I sure as hell don’t,” my friend says with a shit-eating grin on his face.
My lips press into a firm line as I consider his words. I let out a sigh, “No, I don’t believe my own words right now.”
“What’s going on, brother. Talk to me?” Venom is my best friend. Talking to him about my problems should not be this hard. I finally force it out. “Priscilla is the one from my past that broke my heart.”
“Holy shit. Are you serious about her?”
Folding my arms over my chest, I answer, “No. Yes. Maybe. Hell, I don’t know. All I know is that I want to keep her at my house and make sure nothing bad happens to her.”
“What? I thought you originally said she was staying with you until she got on her feet.”
“That was the original plan. It’s coming up on six weeks since her injury. She’s at the doc’s this morning and she’s healing up fine. She was about to go to college back when I knew her. For some reason she dropped out, I told her that she should get back into that.”
“But that would mean that she would end up staying with you for what? Four years or more?”
I nod.
“You really like her, don’t you?”
Something about the solemn tone of his voice gets to me. “Yeah, I never stopped liking her. That’s always been the problem for me. Now that she has a kid, I’m more protective than ever.”
“What are you gonna do, brother?”
I shake my head, resenting the headache that’s building there. “I don’t know. She told me she’s only accepting my help for her daughter’s sake. She’s shown no interest in getting back with me.”
“Damn, Rage. Her husband’s been dead for less than two months. Cut the woman some slack.”