This could be one of the biggest mistakes of my life—or the best thing that’s ever happened to me. What if he hurts me? What if things get too far and I ruin the trip that my friends and I spent years saving for and looking forward to? I have to figure this out. I’m stuck living with Kain while we’re here. I need to make sure I don’t make things awkward.
I get back to the house and head for my room. My pussy is still slippery wet. It’s as though Kain turned on a faucet inside of me and forgot to turn it off. I decide to shower before I get ready for bed. The showerhead is detachable. I think about masturbating with it to get the rest of this horny feeling out of my system, but I know for a fact that a showerhead is a poor substitute for the real thing. It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy this new hunger. Instead, I finish my shower and get ready for bed. I’m about to settle in with my book when I hear the front door open and my friends’ drunk cackling.
My bedroom door opens, and they stick their heads in, looking a hot mess. I laugh at their disheveled appearance.
“You disappeared,” Deb says. “Everything okay?”
“I just got overheated and wasn’t feeling too good. I’m okay now.”
“She never could hold her alcohol,” Lillian slurs and they both crack up as if it were some hilarious joke. I laugh too because those two are like a ridiculous comedy skit when they’ve been drinking.
“Where’s Kain?” I ask.
Deb shrugged. “He didn’t come back with us.”
He’s a big boy and can take care of himself, but part of me worries if he’s okay.
Lillian says, “Maybe he found a lady friend at the club and is getting laid. I could have sworn I saw him kissing someone on the dance floor.”
I look away and feel my cheeks grow hot and I worry that Lillian saw us.
But then a surprisingly painful thought worms its way into my head. What if he found someone after I left? What if that was the person Lillian saw him kissing? My gut wrenches and I feel like I might throw up. I close my eyes and wait for the room to stop spinning.
I hate that the thought of him with someone else makes me sick. My mind turns on me in the most vicious way and I picture Kain’s large fingers pushing into someone else, and him bringing pleasure to her. I want to scream. Why the hell does this hurt so much?
“Guys, I’m not feeling so good. I think I’m going to be sick.”
Deb looks as though she’s sobering up when she sees how horrible I feel. “Get some sleep. We’ll try to stay quiet. Call us if you need anything.”
“Thank you.”
They close the door. I shed off the night shirt Lillian let me borrow and decide to only sleep in my panties. My skin feels like it’s on fire—but not in a good way like it did in the club.
My mind is all over the place. I can’t even focus long enough to read my book, which is not like me at all. I decide to try to sleep. Kain’s face fills my thoughts. And every time another girl enters the picture. Sometimes she’s tall, leggy and blond, sometimes she’s short petite and dark haired. Why am I torturing myself by picturing him with someone else?
I slam my fists into the mattress at my sides. I keep tossing and turning. There’s no way I can sleep knowing the man who just gave me the ultimate orgasm only an hour before is now out with someone else.
I guess maybe that’s a good thing despite the pain it causes. If he’s with someone else, then at least I know what kind of person he is, and I don’t have to waste my time wondering if he’s something he’s not. I’m not going to end up falling for some obvious piece of shit. I’ve dated those. I’m over it.
Just as I feel myself start to doze off, I hear the front door creak and my eyes spring open. I wait, perfectly still, to hear Kain’s footsteps. I hear him walk in front of my door and stop. I tense up, wondering if he’ll knock.
But he doesn’t. Instead, I hear the creak of his bed as he falls onto the mattress. The wall between us is cardboard-thin and there’s a heating vent where I can see light coming through. It’s closed just enough so I can’t see anything else but the light creeping in.
I listen carefully, terrified that I will hear the sound of a woman’s laughter or moans. But there’s nothing but silence.
I sit up. When my bed creaks with the movement, there’s a light tap on the wall from his side.