Chapter 94 Chapter 94

Chapter 94 Chapter 94
Caden 

The woman beneath me moans in pleasure, and the sound goes straight to my dick. I’m hard as fucking steel, and I pound into her over and over, holding one leg in a firm grip and pressing it forward, folding her nearly in half as our skin slaps together.

I feel manic, almost out of control, teetering on the edge of reason as my need consumes me.
It’s beyond all rational thought, beyond love or hate. It’s primal and visceral and all-consuming.
And finally, like a roaring tidal wave, it pulls me under.

“Fuck. Kimberley!” I grunt out, coming hard inside her tight, sweet channel.

She comes with me, gripping me so tight I think I might fucking die, her pussy walls clamping around me as she milks my cock, drawing every last drop of cum from me.

My eyes fly open, and I jerk awake, sitting up quickly. Light streams through the window, and the brightness feels like a thousand blades piercing my retinas. I close my eyes and flop back onto the bed, draping an arm over my face.
Fuck.
I feel like shit.

My mouth has that cottony taste of too much booze and not enough water, and my head throbs out a steady beat in time to my heart, my temples aching with each pulse. My cock is so hard it fucking hurts, and I realize I was about to come in my sleep.

Reaching my free hand under the blanket, I fist my dick and stroke it a few times, taking the edge off of the consuming need that’s built up inside me. My mind floats back to the dream I was just having, and I jerk myself harder, lost in vivid memories of what it feels like to be buried inside Kimberley Smith.

Then new memories begin to trickle into my brain, and my hand freezes as nausea churns my stomach. My dick begins to soften as the trickle of memories turns into a torrent, and horror fills me.
The party.
The drinks.
The dancing.
Oh, fuck.

I remember Darren and Ben both looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. I remember more and more guests arriving, and I remember seeing Kimberley’s roommate Gemma walk through the front door.

I remember scanning the room for Kimberley, searching for a glimpse of soft blonde hair, a burst of hope rising in my chest that I would see her.
I remember being furious with myself for even having the thought, and furious with Kimberley for still being under my skin.

I remember resolving to get her out of my head and my heart once and for all.
Then…
Drinking. Dancing. Grinding up on some girl in the midst of sweaty bodies and loud music.
That girl—what the fuck is her name? Shit, I can’t even remember. I recognized her from our Anthropology class, and somehow that seemed fitting.

That class was the beginning and the end of whatever might’ve developed between me and Kimberley, so it seemed grimly appropriate that a girl from that same class would be the final nail in the coffin.

So I pounded a few shots and invited her onto the dance floor. I shut off my brain and my heart and tried to remember what it was like when I was just a casual player, fucking whoever I wanted with no attachments. I saw the glares Ben and Darren both cast my way, but that only spurred me on.

I knew they were pissed, and I knew why, and that only made me more determined to follow through on my plan.
My two best friends are falling in love with a girl I was falling in love with. One who I have no right feeling anything for.

So why do I want to grab them each by the throat anytime I think of them with her? Anytime I imagine them laying a claim on her?

Last night, I couldn’t take it. I didn’t want to feel that way anymore. I didn’t want to hate the two guys who’ve been the most important people in my life. I didn’t want to hate Kimberley, or love her, or obsesses over her like I’ve been doing.
It seemed like it would be easier to just hate myself.

So I forced myself to grind up on some girl I barely know on the dance floor, letting her wrap her arms around me and rub her body against mine like a fucking cat in heat.

After Darren and Ben both stalked out, I brought the girl back to my room… but as soon as the door closed behind us, something in me snapped.
I couldn’t fucking kiss her.
I couldn’t even look at her.
It was wrong.
All wrong.
So wrong.

I kicked her out, grabbed the bottle of Jameson I keep on my desk, and drank myself into a fucking stupor, letting the party rage unattended in the main house. I didn’t care at that point if they burned the place to the damn ground.

Maybe it would’ve been better, honestly. Maybe that’s what we need. To burn everything down and make a fresh start from ashes.

Running a hand down my face, I let out a low groan. Then throw the blanket off and stagger out of my bedroom, taking in the carnage left behind by the party.

Any illusions I might’ve had that this holiday party would smooth things over with Ben and Darren, that it’d help me get over my obsession with Kimberley, are completely dashed in the harsh light of day. This was a fucking mistake, and it’s only made things worse.

I don’t know where the fuck the guys went last night, or if they’re back home now. Both of their bedroom doors are closed, and I’m sure as fuck not gonna knock on either one.

Darren might forgive me for being a dick eventually. He’s got a good heart, and he’s a pretty easy-going dude. But Ben? Fuck, man. We’ve been like blood brothers for years, but he’s not the type to let go of a grudge once it’s started.

And I should know. I’m the same fucking way.