“Okay, Jesse,” I placate him, holding in my inner eye roll.
“Come on, Holly. You can do it!” Kadence claps to cheer me on.
Assessing my choices, I decide to sink my ball in the top right corner.
“Two ball, top right,” I call out letting them know I mean business. I take the shot and watch Jesse’s face fall went it rolls in the pocket.
“Ha! Drop ‘em, boys.” I can’t help the smile as it spreads across my face.
“What’s happening?” Nix stirs, causing us girls to laugh.
“Drop the pants, Sy,” I repeat, watching him. Carefully and slowly, he releases his belt and unbuttons himself, but not looking happy about it.
“You should strip it all off, sexy,” I tease. “Give us a taste of what you stopped us from having at Kadence’s bachelorette party,” I cheekily suggest, but playful Sy doesn’t join us. No, he just drops his denims to the floor and steps out of them. Jesus, the man is a sex god, standing there in his dark boxer briefs, fully inked body and looking every bit pissed.
“Pay attention, Holly,” Kadence demands, throwing Nix’s pants at his face when he grabs for her, thinking he’s getting some.
“We want them naked,” Kelly cheers, clapping her hands while her husband snores on the sofa.
“Too late,” Jesse says, dropping his pants, revealing no underwear, his naked ass on display for all.
“What the fuck, Jesse!” Sy stalks straight to me when he gets a look at Jesse’s cock. “Game fucking over. You win,” he says, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
“But I’m not done,” I laugh, watching Jesse smile down at his cock.
“Oh, my God, Jesse. Stop that,” Kadence squeals, turning around. I can’t get a proper look, but I can see his hands behind his head and him swinging his body around. I can’t stop the laughter from erupting; it’s easy to imagine what the man-slut is doing.
“This is not funny, Holly. I can’t unsee that shit,” he growls, throwing his bedroom door open and kicking it shut.
“Oh, relax,” I laugh when he throws me down on his bed.
“You need to make me feel better. Make me forget you just got a look at Jesse’s cock,” he tells me as he loses his boxers and climbs into bed with me.
“Did you see how big he was?” I joke, gasping when Sy bites down on my thigh.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” he warns, making me laugh harder.
“I love you, do you know that?” I say, enjoying our night together in the clubhouse.
“I do, and I love you. Now strip, climb on and ride my face to make me feel better, like a good fucking girl,” he demands in his unique Sy way. Not wasting any time, I slip out of my dress and do as I’m told.
Because I’m Sy’s good girl.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Sy
“Katie?” I shout. It’s the same dream I’ve had so many times, but instead of Keira walking away from me, it’s Katie and she’s taking Keira with her. “Katie, don’t leave with her. Please don’t leave me…”
“Sy?” Holly's voice breaks through the fog of my dream. Dream or Nightmare? “Are you okay?” She sits up, looking down at me, concern etched all over her face. Fuck, another one.
“I'm good.” I climb out of bed, leaving her there and walk to the bathroom. Turning on the water, I splash some on my face and look up into the mirror.
“Sy?” Holly’s voice asks from the doorway. She’s wearing my worn club shirt and her panties. After I had taken her to bed earlier, I tried to get Jesse's nakedness out of my head by making her sit on my face. It worked until she reminded me again, causing me to spank her smart ass.
“I’m fine, Holly,” I snap, not meaning to.
“You’re not fine. Don’t snap at me.” Her arms cross over her chest. She looks cute standing there in my clothes, pissed off.
“Holly, just drop it.” I hate that this is still coming up. I haven’t had dreams of Katie before and now it’s freaking me out.
“Do you still love her?”
“What the fuck?” I turn to face her.
“Do you?” she asks again, not giving up. I don't think she's pissed, but it doesn't stop me from trying to shut this down.
“Holly,” I begin, not sure if this is the right time to talk to her. My head still feels hazy from my dream. What the hell was that dream?
“Because it’s okay if you do,” she continues, leaning against the doorframe. “I can’t be angry at you for that.”
“I once had love for the woman who didn’t destroy me, the woman who gave me my daughter, but not now, not after everything.” And that’s the God’s honest truth.
“You’ve called her name out every night for the last few weeks, since you found out about the baby,” she replies, concerned.
“Fuck, Holly. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It only started off with a shout, but it’s escalated the last few nights.”
“Fuck.” I rub my hands over my face. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I keep dreaming about her?
“Maybe you should talk about it,” she whispers, now looking unsure about broaching the subject.
“Come here,” I command. Holding out my hand, she moves forward and takes it.
“There's nothing to talk about. It's nothing but a dream,” I tell her, knowing it's not true. I've pushed down my guilt for so long I'm concerned it's going to come down all around me.
“It's not nothing, Sy. Don't lie to me. Talk to me. When was the last time you saw her?” She looks up and her hand cups my cheek.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Sy…” She holds my stare.
“A little over two years,” I admit. I still can't believe it's been over two years since I rode away leaving her behind.
“Do you know where she is? What she is doing?”
“No, never kept in contact with her,” I tell her, sounding like an asshole.
“I think you should find her. Go to her and give yourself some peace, Sy.” She looks dejected, and for a moment I think she feels that for me. For Katie and me.
“First of all, the last real conversation I had with Katie was when I walked away from her when she was finally getting her life on track. She was clean and she came to me needing to talk. I turned and walked away from her for the second time. She won't want to talk to me. I don't even know if I want to talk to her.”
“Why did you walk away?” she asks the one question I've never let myself answer. Why did I walk out? Why did I give up in the end?
“I just don’t know, Holly,” I tell her, too afraid of the truth.
“I know you, Sy. You wouldn't have left her for no reason. You could have walked away sooner, but you fought. Something made you stop fighting,” she surmises accurately.
“You're right. I walked away because she gave up.” I step back from her. If I'm going to do this now, I can't have her touching me. “She gave up when I was willing to stay, even after Keira died. Even after I had forgiven her. In the beginning, I was angry at her betrayal, but I refused to discuss anything about her cheating or who Keira's biological father was. I had to put all my energy into Keira, caring for her, living and breathing for her. I didn't want to think about it.”
I take a breath, needing a moment before I continue. Holly doesn't move. She waits for me to speak. “When Keira died, I didn't want to lose that connection with her. We were a family and I couldn't walk away from them. So I fought with everything I had to make it work. But it wasn't enough for Katie. I wasn't fighting the same demons she was. She had all this guilt, and as much as I had tried to get her to let go of it, she wouldn't give it up. In the end, I couldn't be strong for her when I was barely staying strong for me. All I wanted to do was mourn the loss of my child and deal with the breakdown of my marriage. I fucking tried so hard to pull her back, tried to get her out of it, but I failed.” The guilt that eats at me comes back, whispering in my ear that I didn't try hard enough.