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“Oh God, Ethan, yes. Don’t stop.”
She’s so close, she’s gripping me, and I’m not far behind.
I move my hand from her nape to fist her hair, bringing my other arm around her chest to lift her onto my lap. Aurora doesn’t hesitate. She rides me like a porn star, her head falling to my shoulder, her fingers teasing her nipples as her ass bounces on my thighs.
Fuck, I love it. All of it.
I clasp her throat, working her clit with my other hand. “Come for me.” My voice is gravelly, a growl in her ear. “Squeeze that tight cunt around me. Milk my fucking cock.”
A few more strokes, and she’s screaming my name.
Her intense orgasm triggers mine, and I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, baby. I’m addicted to this pussy.” My stomach clenches, and my heart races so fast, I can barely breathe. “I never want this to end.”
I’m losing it, caught up in the high. I have no control when I’m buried deep inside this girl.
We collapse to the mattress, my forehead on her shoulder, both of us gasping. It takes all my energy to roll off her and draw her to me.
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JACKSON
A medic sentby the team doctor is the first to arrive. She sets out medical supplies and asks a billion questions.What did you take? How much did you take? When did you stop drinking? What do you remember? List your symptoms from most distressing to least, but leave nothing out.
When I mention the loss of memory, her fingers freeze while preparing an IV. “Any tremors?”
“Just normal shakes and shivers.” As if there’s anythingnormalabout detox.
When Doc joins the assessment, they exchange information while giving each other knowing glances I can’t decipher.
“You’re sure you only used for one night?” Doc asks.
“Yes,” I say, defensive. “I was sick before, but I wasn’t using. My girlfriend was leaving for New York, and I was physically ill.”
Again, they silently communicate. For whatever reason, they don’t believe me. Why would I lie? I’m already in deep shit.
I run my fingers through my sweat-soaked hair and decide to tell them what they probably assume. “I was diagnosed with a mood disorder. During the game, I had racing thoughts,agitation, pressured speech… I was having an episode, but I wasn’t using.”
Doc nods in understanding. “These episodes don’t just go away, Jackson. They can worsen and lead to impulsive behaviors, especially when paired with emotional distress.”
My muscles tense. I will fight my way out of here if he even thinks about committing me. “Believe me, I know, but I’m not manic. I’m not suicidal. I’m not on a bender. I relapsed, and I have no intention of doing it again.”
He pats my arm and gives me a kind smile. “No worries. I’m glad you reached out for help.”
After pissing in a cup, giving blood, receiving two IVs, taking some pills, and grabbing a long, hot shower, I realize it’s five in the morning. They’ve left, and I’m feeling semi-human.
It’s eight o’clock on the East Coast, which is all I care about. My conversation with Ethan has renewed my confidence, and as soon as I’m not burdening Aurora with these withdrawals, I’ll be flying to New York.
More stable, I check my phone notifications for the first time since migraines made it impossible to stare at the screen. There are texts and calls from Grant I’ve neglected. He’s a ride-or-die best friend, and honestly, I don’t deserve the loyalty after my behavior in the locker room.
I swallow my pride and text back.
Thanks, G-Man. I’m sorry I fucked up. I’m getting my shit together. Tell everyone I’ll see ’em soon.
Then, there are manipulative messages from Kyle and pictures of us hugging in the tunnel, which I ignore. One line, however, piques my interest.
Kyle