Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe a good fuck with Wendy would erase Daphne from my mind. As high maintenance as Wendy was, I had a sinking feeling Daphne might be even more so. Maybe I should strip her from my mind right now…
…before she edged into my heart.
I wasn’t in love with Wendy. Not anymore, at least. We had a physical connection, one that wasn’t good for either of us. I’d been thinking about that a lot lately. This was my senior year of college, and maybe it would be best to end things with Wendy once and for all.
I’d loved her once—as much as a seventeen-year-old boy was capable of love. We’d fallen out of love long ago, but we always seemed to find our way back to each other. Our chemistry was addictive.
Despite the chemistry, though, we were horribly bad for each other. Our personalities clashed, and her temper was notorious.
The sex was pretty damned good, however.
I stalked into the bedroom. Wendy had taken her place on my queen-size bed, grasping two of the rungs of my headboard. I riffled through my top drawer and found the leather bindings I hid under my boxers. I held them for a moment, letting my fingers trace the roughness of the leather, the smooth chill of the silver chains.
Yeah, I was still hard. Fucking hard.
I was still fully clothed as I walked to the bed and bound Wendy’s wrists to the headboard.
“Good and tight, Brad,” she said. “I want them good and tight.”
“I always do,” I said.
Then I gave her boob a light slap.
I never left a mark. Well, almost never. Wendy actually liked it when I did. I gave her tits another quick slap and then her pussy.
She squirmed, and her scent wafted toward me. She was ready. Wet and ready.
I could fuck her quickly. We didn’t stand on ceremony anymore. Back in high school, we’d steam up my windows with marathon make out sessions, but these days, we were both in it for the fucking.
I’d never been able to resist her, and I wasn’t going to start tonight.
I’d met an angel. An angel who could be my future. An angel who was hiding something underneath her almost untouchable beauty.
Didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy a fuck with Wendy.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me, Brad,” she said.
“I’m going to shove my cock into you. I’m going to fuck you.”
“How are you going to fuck me?”
I slapped her tits once more. “Hard. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk out of here.”
She squirmed, pulling at her bindings. “I like it hard, baby. I like it really hard.”
Worked for me. I could never deny the physical chemistry Wendy and I shared. No, I didn’t love her.
Like I said, she was my kryptonite. My weakness.
But Daphne…
I’d met an angel who’d affected me deeply in a way that shocked me. I didn’t want to ruin what that might become.
If Wendy was my weakness, maybe it was time to find my strength.
I regarded her, naked and tied up, ready for me to do whatever I pleased.
I was still hard as granite, hard as steel. The bulge under my jeans was clear, and Wendy knew it. I wanted her.
I always wanted her.
But maybe, just maybe, it was time to think not of what I wanted, but what I needed.
I’d dated on and off when Wendy and I were off-again, but never had I found someone I truly felt a possibility of a future with.
My future wasn’t with Wendy. I’d known that for a long time now. In her own nutty way, Wendy knew it too. She fascinated me. Her mind was one of a kind, but lately she seemed to be going down a dark path, a path I couldn’t follow.
In fact, I was beginning to wonder about Larry, Theo, and Tom as well. They were loyal to Wendy and the club above all else.
It was a little creepy.
“You going to fuck me or what, Brad?”
I jerked out of my thoughts. I was still hard.
Until—
“Hey, Steel!” Murphy’s voice boomed. “You home?”
“Shit. Murphy’s home,” I said.
“So? Like we haven’t fucked with someone else in another room a thousand times.”
She was right. We had. Our physical chemistry always found a way. Plus, this was my room in my condo. The door was locked. Murph and I fucked women while the other was home all the time.
So why did it bother me this time?
“What a great condo!” came Patty Watson’s voice.
Yup. That was why.
All it took was her roommate’s voice to remind me of Daphne Wade. I had no idea what the future held for Daphne and me, but I knew one thing.
I was done fucking Wendy Madigan.
Daphne seemed to be the antidote to the kryptonite, and whether we ended up together or not, I’d be forever grateful to her for that.