Chapter 13: Sober (Sam)

(Sam)

The clash of beer bottles and footstep thunder down the staircase pulled me from sleep. Reluctantly I open my eyes, regretting it instantly as the sunlight scorches my eyeballs. I hiss through my teeth, flipping over on the hard wooden floor to curl up against the soft body beside me—my eyes firmly closed.

I caress my fingers down the bare skin of Lola's stomach. But there were no sparks as I touched her; no predatorial need to devour her.

She let out a soft moan and pressing her skinny arse back into my crotch. My cock didn't even stir at the contact. No, this whore wasn't Lola.

I groan, flipping onto my back. Sober, I felt more than a little repulsed by the leggy blond laying beside me and all the other women I had shared my body with recently.