Born Wrong
“Dax asks me, face goofy, mouth twisted to the side in toxic glee. He rests his head on his arm, lying across the bar with his dark hair splayed out against the gleaming countertop. Like I said, I'm not a fan of using alcohol or drugs to get by, but Dax deserves a drink after that shit. So here we are. In a strip club.I smile.“I was going to wait for you to wake up, but I got bored. I told you,” I say, leaning forward and brushing his hair from his forehead. I've had – count it – one drink. An A...MF. If you're not familiar, that's an Adios Motherfucker, strong but not deadly. I use it as an excuse to play with Dax's hair, letting each touch of my fingers against his flesh consume me. Between my legs, the ache is becoming unbearable. I reach a hand down and grip the edge of the chair, leaning my crotch against my arm, just for a little touch. The throbbing pulse turns into a painful keening. Down, girl, down. “I do things sometimes. And I don't know why I do them. I got up, went inside and asked for a cup of coffee.MoreLess
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