The Co-op

Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

DEACON

Had a dream about LaRynn, her hair spread across the sheets, hand between her thighs. Woke up with my own hand in my briefs, tugging and squeezing. Wrestled enough control over myself to take a cold shower.

That buzz replays in my brain no matter what I try to replace it with, but it’s not irritating in the slightest. It’s worse . It’s a hum in my bloodstream, set to the percussion of her strangled, frustrated moans.

I miss the days when I thought that her wrath would be the most agonizing part of this arrangement.