The story continues the lives of Kain and Scott Banks. Kain navigates through his heartbreak and hits a few bumps in the road. Scott tries his best to be his brothers keeper while trying to make things right with the mistakes he made. Kain gets a su...
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I kick open my bedroom door and walk in the room. I just got home from practice. Obviously I can't fucking skate or get on the ice but I stay on the bench and help out as much as I can with practice. I'm pretty much the teams new water boy. Fuck, I hate this.
As soon as the lights switch on, I stop dead in my tracks. My sights set on Ayla sitting at the edge of my bed, or at least I think it's her. I don't fucking know, she's facing the window, her back is to me. "Ayla?" I say puzzled. She doesn't answer me or turn to face me.
She leans back, her hands flat on the bed supporting herself up. Her head falls back and I can tell that her eyes are closed.
"Ayla." I say a bit louder this time. Again she doesn't answer. I take a step closer and see something that makes my heart drop to my fucking balls and my skin crawl. I fucking see the top of someones head between Ayla's legs. "What the fuck!" I yell but Ayla still doesn't fucking hear me.
I try to walk towards them but it's like I'm walking on a treadmill, like I'm walking in place. A moan escapes Ayla and I see her hand run through the guy's hair like she used to do to me.
Then the guy stands up, leans down and tongue kisses Ayla right in front of me. While they kiss, the guy unbuttons his jeans and drops his pants. Not going to lie but the guy is fucking hung. I mean, my dick is big. So I've heard from the women I fucked. I'm more than above average but this motherfucker. Goddamn.
I blink and they're both naked. I have no fucking choice but to watch this shit. The guy lines his dick with Ayla's entrance and slams into her. Ayla lets out a big grunt then moans. She wraps her legs around the guy's waist and he continues to fuck her. "Ayla, no!!!" I scream.
The guy picks up his head and looks me dead in the eyes. He wickedly smirks while he thrusts faster in Ayla, making her call out his name in pleasure. The pleasure I used to bring her. The guy's face finally registers in my head. He's that guy Ayla posted about on her Instagram. What the fuck was that fuckers name again? Jamie? J-hole? Jim? Jody? Joel? Joel? Oh, wait. Fuck. Yeah, it's Joel.
"Ayla, stop! Open your fucking eyes!" I yell but nothing. It's like I'm a mute.
"I'm gonna cum." Ayla moans and pants.
"No! Ayla, don't!" I yell and loud as I can. All the fucking scream and yelling is making my throat raw and hurt.
Ayla's breathing picks up speed, she arches her back off the bed and screws her eyes shut. I finally force myself to close my eyes. Just then my phone rings. My eyes shoot open and I sit up.
Oh, fuck. It was just another nightmare. I'm panting like I just sprinted fifty fucking miles. I'm soaked in sweat and I'm shaking. The morning sun shines through my blinds to my right. I look around the room, I'm in my room and bed, alone. Thank fuck, it was just a dream. No Ayla, No J-hole Joel, nothing. Just me.
My phone rings again, I reach over to my left nightstand, unhook my phone from the charger and read the caller ID. It says 'Unknown Caller'. "What the fuck?" I say to myself and swipe my thumb over the screen and put the phone to my ear.
