4
Drew
I couldn’t f*****g sleep and became well acquainted with my living room’s ceiling barely visible from the nightlight I kept on in the kitchen. Living in the sticks meant no outside light. It meant pitch black during a new moon, which had begun its descent hours earlier.
Anger over having Ben take off on his own warred with my balls’ need to empty. It’d been too damn long since I’d had one of the club girls, and the fuckers between my legs ached thanks to the young woman sleeping in my bed.
I’d left out a shirt for her, and twenty or so minutes after the shower shutting off and her not coming downstairs, I’d gone up to check on her.
Shaun had passed out, hugging my pillow, her dark hair spilled across my sheets, her plump lips parted in sleep. So much like Joanna—and yet not, wi
