Page 90 of Pucking Them
As I way for me to show how much I fucking love him.
Does Shay know that my favorite times haven’t been when he’s on his knees looking up at me with those beautiful gray eyes of his, while he’s been sucking me off, as I’ve been biting and marking him as mine, or even when I’ve bent him against the wall and pounded into his tight ass?
Instead, my favorite times have been when I’ve gently massaged his hair with shampoo and soaped his gorgeous body, helping to make him feel better after an exhausting practice. Then when he fucking melts, as I towel him dry afterwards.
Shay never expects that softness from me. He believes that I only show it to Robyn.
Yet I’m not treating him like he’s Robyn in those moments. I’m showing him how much I love him.
Also, how much I fucking need him as much as he needs me.
Except, he’s not here now and neither is Robyn.
I’m alone.
When I turn on the shower, a jet of freezing water hits me.
I gasp.
Shocked, I violently shiver. It feels like being sliced by knives.
My heart races.
I slam my fist against the wall, as my mind clears.
What the fuck did Olivia do to me? Why did Iallowher to do it?
I am going to destroy her.
Yet it feels like she has already destroyed me.
Angry tears burn my eyes and roll down my cheeks, hidden by the icy water that is still streaming around me. It is like a thousand needles raining against my skin.
I made Shay promise not to hurt himself. I must be fair and keep the same rule.
I reach to turn off the shower.
To my shock, however, before I can turn around, I am slammed face-first into the wall.
I yell out in shock, as my forehead cracks against the wall. Pain flares. My ears ring.
Blood dribbles down my temple.
Terror spikes through me.
Instinctively, I raise my hands to brace myself on the wall, while my feet scrabble to keep my balance on the wet tiles.
With startling lucidity, I am aware that I am naked in the showers, vulnerable without any gear to protect myself.
Disorientated, I cough, as water drips into my mouth.
I ignored the buddy system to attend my unexpected appointment with Olivia.
Iamstupid.
Someone is pressing their hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me pressed against the wall.
Olivia thinks that my former mental skills coach and therapist weren’t effective.
