The slurping sound and her firm grip on my dick were the only reminders of my reality. Her mouth working expertly on my shaft should get me wild and grunting. But why the fuck was I stiff and blank?

My eyes were pinned on the ceiling while my mind traced every thought and dug up the pictures of the one person I'd vowed never to think about.

“Fuck this. I'm done.” She scoffed, falling beside me on the bed. Her red hair was sprawled on my arm and she was naked. A butterfly tattoo rested at ...