Sed. Oh, Sed.

He filled her as only he could.

Slowly withdrew.

Oh my…

Thrust hard and deep.

Oh my…

Rotated his hips.

Oh my…God!

Her back arched off the bed and she moved up onto her elbows to keep herself in that glorious position. He held her bent legs up and wide open with his forearms. His feet on the floor, he leaned his weight into her to force himself deeper. He rotated his hips again, grinding against her. Jessica’s head fell back and she cried out.

“Yeah,” he gasped and slowly pulled back. “You want me, don’t you?”

He had no idea.

She shuddered and spread her legs further. Wanting him deeper. Deeper. Please. Inside. Oh… Sed. Fill me. I’m so empty without you.

He shifted his arms to hold her position. He thrust into her again and ground his pubic bone into her throbbing clit. Withdrew. Ground into her. Withdrew. Ground into her. God, yes, Sed. Take me deep. Her vocalizations grew louder with each thrust as he drove her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Sed. Sed!”

His breath hitched in his throat with each thrust, causing goose bumps to rise over every inch of her body.

“Jessica,” he whispered.

She lifted her head to look at him. He was watching her. Their eyes met and he ducked his head, but not before she saw the pain in his gaze. Before she could contemplate what it meant, his gyrating thrusts sent her over the edge. She screamed, her body tensing as ripples of pleasure coursed through her.

As she trembled in the aftermath, Sed moved her further up the mattress and joined her on the bed. He drew her legs closer together now and switched from deep, gyrating thrusts to hard, fast strokes.

She lifted a hand to caress his face. He captured her wrist and pinned it to the bed near her head.

He didn’t want her to touch him? Fine. She could tell he just wanted to blow his load as quickly as possible. He’d probably throw her out in the hallway with his groupie sluts when he finished with her. Hell, he hadn’t even respected her enough to change into a new condom before thrusting into her body. He was still wearing the same one that little whore had sucked in her disgusting mouth.

Jessica swallowed the lump in her throat and rocked her hips side to side to bring Sed to his peak quickly. She knew how to make him come. She hadn’t forgotten all the tricks she’d mastered to satisfy him. To make him hers. She squeezed him inside her, tighter, tighter, tighter, and then relaxed, before repeating her clenching and releasing.

He gasped, his thrusts faster but not as deep. “Jessica,” he whispered. “Oh, Jessica. Yes, baby. Squeeze me. I need it. Ungh.”

She loved to watch him let go. To witness that moment when he lost all control and spent himself inside her, his face contorted in ecstasy. But this time, as he shuddered against her and cried out in triumph, she kept her eyes tightly closed. She didn’t want to lose herself to him again. Hated how he made her feel—weak, needy, dependent. She hated everything about him, except the way he pleasured her body.

When his tremors stilled, he collapsed on top of her, cocooning her in his arms. He pressed a kiss to her temple, but she didn’t want his feigned tenderness. The jerk! She squirmed to get away. He lifted his head to look down at her.

“You can get off me now,” she said between clenched teeth.

A muscle above his left eye twitched. He pulled out and rolled off her, settling beside her on his side. He kissed her shoulder and rested a hand on her naked belly, releasing a sigh of contentment. She brushed his hand aside, rolled off the bed, and reached for her clothes.

She drew her panties up her thighs. “I’m glad we got that out of our systems.”

He rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. “Yeah.”

She dressed quickly, not bothering with her bra or sandals. She needed to get away. Quickly. She couldn’t let him see how wounded she was. Not when she knew how indifferent he felt. How many dozens of women had he fucked the same way he’d just fucked her? She didn’t want to know.

She left the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She burst into the tiny bathroom and locked herself inside. Caught off guard by the wrenching pain in her chest, she sucked a raged breath into her lungs.

Sed meant nothing to her. Nothing. She was over him. And she hated him. She hated him so much. She pounded the flimsy wall with her fist. Hated him… hated…

She bit her lip, trying to stop its trembling. No good. She lowered her face into her hands and let the tears fall, struggling to keep her sobs as quiet as possible.

He had never experienced this kind of hurt. Just once she’d like to take him down a notch. Make him suffer, like she suffered. Make him pay for his callous disregard for other people’s feelings. And it wasn’t just her. How many other women had he used and discarded?

“Payback is a motherfucker,” she murmured under her breath, tears dripping from her chin. “Let’s see how you like being used, Playboy.”

When Jessica closed the door behind her, Sed moved his arm from his face and stared up at the ceiling, trying to get his emotions under control. It was hard enough to keep his thoughts off the woman when she was hundreds, sometimes thousands, of miles away. But now? With her this close? How would he survive? And how could Myrna do this to him? He’d thought she understood how hard this was for him. She probably thought she was doing him a favor.

The door opened and Sed lifted his head from the pillow for one happy millisecond thinking Jessica had returned.

Eric peeked in. “Are you finished?”

“Unfortunately.” If he’d known she’d be gone in a heartbeat, he would have made it last longer. Sed peeled the condom from his dick and disposed of it. He rolled off the mattress and slid into a pair of gym shorts.

“You can join us, Sed,” said one of the three girls he’d brought on the bus.

“No, thanks.” He pushed past the girl and into the hall.

She shrugged and grabbed Eric by the shirt, tugging him into the bedroom.

“Are you okay, dude?” Eric asked Sed with genuine concern in his vivid blue eyes.

“Yeah, I’m gonna catch a nap.”

Eric’s brow furrowed. “The other two girls headed for the pigsty bus with the roadies.” His girl was yanking on his arm now, but he held on to the doorframe. “I think Trey’s partying over there and Dare will probably show up later.”

It would be nice to hang out with Dare; Sed hadn’t seen him in a while, but he shook his head. The last thing he felt like doing was socializing. “I’m tired. You have fun.”

Eric released the doorframe and let the girl pull him inside the bedroom. He kicked the door shut.

Sed climbed into the bottom bunk next to the bathroom and pulled the curtain closed. He punched his pillow a few times, settled into a comfortable position and closed his eyes. His mind was too full to sleep, but at least he could hide reasonably well in the curtained bunk.

Soft crying sounds came from the other side of the thin wall near his head. Someone sniffed their nose. Toilet paper unrolled. A nose blown delicately. Who was crying in the bathroom? Not one of the groupies. Eric had said they’d gone to the other bus.

Jessica?

His heart stuttered.

Maybe she did care about him.

But she’d jetted from the bed the instant he’d tried to be tender with her. Was she so disgusted with their lovemaking that she was in tears? What else could it be?

Sed slid out of the bunk and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Oc-occupied,” Jessica called.

“Are you crying?”

She hesitated. “Of course not.”

He leaned his forearm against the doorframe, his hand clenched into a fist. “Are you almost finished? I need to use the facilities.”