Evening Primrose (Devil's Hornets MC Book 2) (9 page)

The clock said it was 3 AM, and she’d only been in bed for a few hours. She got up to go to the bathroom so she could clean up a bit, because all that nipple tweaking, pussy tapping and deep fingering was done in reality, but it was done with her own hand. The same way she’d been doing it for a month, but her body just decided to make it better with Jack as masturbatory material. Looking into the mirror, she saw that her tear streaked face was still flushed with the power of the orgasm she’d had and was disgusted that this was her life. Her whole life, she had been waiting for a man like Jack to come along, and when he did, he tore through her life like a pleasure cyclone. She wouldn’t have ever thought she’d feel something for a drug dealer… a man that did the same thing as her con-man father. Jack wasn’t anything like her father, but one thing they had in common is that they’d both left her alone without warning or anything she could do to fix it. She was there when the Reapers had practically threatened her if she and Jack were lying about being together, but she thought he’d be able to work something out. If not, she was at least waiting for a letter, a smoke signal, or something from him that said this was hard for him too but didn’t get anything. Not a word or a note or a fuck you, and as much as it hurt, she knew it was what had to be done. This was it… she was done with Jack. She took a deep breath and one last look at her sad face and turned out the light. It was the right thing to do; she knew that, he knew that… probably everyone knew that, so why did she feel so shitty about it?

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