Grinch (Cerberus MC)

Grace sits on her feet when the guys switch places. The woman licks the guy’s shaft that was just fucking her as Ugly rolls a condom down his cock. The man now getting the blowjob must be her partner because only those in committed relationships are allowed to go bare. It’s one of the rules I read online.

I continue to watch Grace as she watches, but I shift my attention to the stage when she turns her head in my direction.

The alcohol seeps into my blood, relaxing my muscles, but it doesn’t begin to touch on the war going on inside my head.

Chapter 34

Grace

He can’t even look at me after what we did, after what I let happen.

He’s horny, but a biological response while watching three people go at it on stage isn’t love. It isn’t him proving he wants to spend his life with me. I have no doubt the man will continue to have sex with me, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg of things I need from him.

I watch him as he observes the scene playing out in front of us. He’s relaxed and taking it all in.

He loves this life, loves sharing and having more than one person in the room with him while he gets off.

I can admit it was a thrill for me too, but I’m glad Isaac didn’t go any further than he did. Deep down I knew I couldn’t actually have sex with the man, but I don’t think that matters. Trenton fucked me while another man watched, and I think it’ll only be a matter of time before he expects me to go further. Granted, I did agree to the threesome. I spoke about it often, teasing him with it the same way he did me when we were alone, but what happened tonight would never be enough for him. It wasn’t a one-off, fantasy-filling situation. It wasn’t a check mark and move on occurrence. He’s going to want that again from me, and if I say no, he’ll easily move on.

My heart is breaking right in the middle of a Denver sex club, and no one around me even realizes the pain lashing through my body.

I do my best to keep a smile on my face, winking at him when he glances at me.

“It’s so hot,” he says before turning his attention back to his buddy as he spins the woman around and comes all over her face, painting her swollen, red lips with cum.

The crowd starts to disperse with the end of the scene, but he seems locked in place.

“Should we go, or were you wanting to stay?” I can’t ask him if he’s planning on having a little more fun here because I’m terrified of the answer. I’ll go if that’s the case. I could never watch him play with someone else, and although I agreed, I know why he was able to do it earlier in the room with Isaac.

He doesn’t care for me the way I do him. Accepting that will be one of the most difficult things I have to face, but if I survived two abductions in a matter of days, I would survive him, too.

“We can go,” he says as he stands. “I got what I came here for.”

He doesn’t bother to flag down Isaac to let him know that we’re leaving, and the other man doesn’t seem ready to end his night.

Trenton hands over the keys to the SUV when we make it to the parking lot, and I’m grateful I don’t have to mention him consuming his two drinks as well as mine. He sinks into the passenger seat, closing his eyes before I can even crank the vehicle. He’s either tired and wants to rest or he doesn’t want to speak to me.

Maybe it’s a respect thing. Maybe going as far as I did with Isaac puts me in the category of women he could get naked with but could never love.

As I drive, I remind myself that I left him for a reason, and most of that were the lies. I could blame my recent trauma for clinging to something familiar, for wanting to live in that bubble we had before he blew it up so many years ago, but I missed him before any of that happened. I have no doubt I would’ve reached for him even if we ran into each other on the street on a normal day.

I had almost convinced myself that I made the wrong decision back then. The good we shared always filtered through my mind while the bad drifted away as if it never existed. I’ve been foolish and stupid, and were this not happening right now, if I were someone looking in from the outside, I could easily see how toxic this entire situation is. What’s happening between Trenton and me is a therapist’s wet dream.