Vindication: A Motorcycle Club Romance - Plot & Excerpts
She leaned back with my name on her lips and I kissed it off of them until she was moaning into my mouth. In one hand I held her neck gently, forcing her to face me as I fucked her from behind. I kept the other wrapped tight around her waist, holding her close. In the back of the room a phone rang, distant and foggy. Laurel… The dream began to break up in my mind like smoke rising into the sky. Every chime of the phone yanked me further into consciousness without mercy. The warmth of Laurel’s skin faded away, replaced with the cold white sheets of my own empty bed. The only sweat was my own. I should have turned my fucking phone on silent before I crashed, but I was so deliriously drunk on both booze and lust that it slipped my mind before I fell into bed. I hazily remembered ignoring its beeping hours earlier, rolling over and going back to sleep. But there was no ignoring it this time. The ring was incessant. I rolled until the bedside table was within reach, and pulled my phone to my face.
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