Fold

Chapter 6

“Close your eyes.”

I barely hear the command over the frantic pounding of my heart.

The blindfold dangling from her finger swings like a pendulum and I try to wrap my head around what she’s asking. Everything is starting to feel a bit disjointed and it’s taking a little longer for my brain to process things than usual.

Not in a bad way though. Far from it. I feel like I’m floating in a balloon of helium that’s sailing through a sky made of cotton candy.

A laugh bubbles out of me, because that doesn’t even make any sense.

Get a grip, Kit. Or you will ruin everything.

Nodding, I do what she says and the silk material is placed over my eyes. After Jess secures it in place, I rest the back of my head against the hotel room door we managed to fumble our way through only moments earlier.

My heart knocks against my chest like a jackhammer and I place my hand over it, hoping the action will prevent it from jumping out of my body.

An image of a cartoon heart with wings permeates my mind and I laugh again.

It’s not fu

“Sounds like someone’s enjoying themselves. Mind if I join the party?”

I open my mouth to respond that she is the party, but then Jess lifts my dress up and her mouth finds the fluttering spot between my legs.

Warmth spreads through me and I gasp when she tugs my panties down with her teeth. I eagerly kick them to the side, not wanting to waste another second. I’m so ready for this. I’ve been so ready for this.

Her breath hits my bare skin, and I feel the sensation all the way down to my toes. She licks a hot line along my slit, and my balloon floats higher and higher. I got her off in the hallway before, but I wasn’t sure if she was going to reciprocate, and I’m not the kind of girl to ask or beg someone to; no matter how much I’m aching for it.

But as it turns out, I didn’t have to with Jess, because she knows what I need without me having to tell her. She repeats the movement and I moan as the balloon I’m in escalates and my knees start shaking. Or maybe it’s the earth beneath my feet that’s quivering. God, it’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this, and thanks to the alcohol and the ecstasy in my system making me even more sensitive, along with the blindfold heightening my senses; I’m liable to come apart with the next soft brush of her tongue.

“You ready to have even more fun?”

I lick my lips and nod, hating that I’m being deprived of the visual of her pleasuring me, but not wanting to be a buzz kill.  “Yes.” My voice is a thick rasp laced with need. I need to come so badly I can’t see straight. Actually, I can’t see because of the blindfold, but that’s beside the point. I’m dying for Jess to have her naughty way with me.

The tip of her finger circles my clit and I swear I see stars.

“Look how wet she is.”

I’m so far gone, drifting aimlessly like a feather in the wind, I’m not even bothered that she’s talking about my pussy like it’s a separate entity. Without warning, the soft feminine touch between my thighs is replaced with sharp, scraping stubble and a muffled masculine voice groans, “You were right, Jessica. She is perfect.”

Like the flip of a switch my stomach lurches, my blissful balloon pops, and I start freefalling.

On instinct, I kick the man who has no right to be so close to such an intimate part of my body as hard as I can and rip my blindfold off.

My eyes dart around the room, adjusting to the dim light. I look at Jess first and then at the man hunched over, howling in pain. A man I’ve never seen in my life.

Blood drips from his nose onto his crisp white shirt. “What the fuck?”

What the fuck is right. I can’t fathom how the hell I ended up in this messed up position. Jess never once mentioned a guy joining us. Heck, I wasn’t aware she swung that way. I never would have pursued things with her in the first place if she did. I learned my lesson about dating bi-curious girls a long time ago, thanks to Becca.

“Oh my God,” Jess says, rushing over to him. “Are you okay, Jared?”

My mind reverts back to last Friday at the office when she was on the phone, but I don’t have time to scrutinize the thought because Jess screams, “Shit. I think you broke his nose. Go get some ice, Kit.”

Is she seriously asking me to provide aid to the jerk who stuck his face between my legs without my permission?

I swallow back bile as everything hits me like a Mack truck.

Seven minutes ago, I was handing this girl my mangled and maimed heart in the middle of a hotel hallway and begging her not to hurt me.

Two minutes ago, I was soaring while offering her a part of me I don’t give to just anyone. Not anymore.

And one minute ago, she was granting permission on my behalf for some guy to use me as his plaything. After she…after I…

My hand flies to my stomach. God, I feel sick. Sick and betrayed. And so goddamn stupid.

“What are you waiting for? Get the fucking ice!” Jess barks like I’m nothing more than an employee she can boss around.

Because that’s all I am to her.

If her actions didn’t already make that blatantly obvious to me, the fact that she’s cradling some old dude’s head in her hands and tending to him instead of the girl she hurt does.

I refuse to spend another second in this room, so I snatch my purse and run out the door.

Tears prickle my eyes as it slams shut behind me, but it isn’t until I’m halfway down the hall that I allow the first one to break free.

Curling my arms around myself, I take the elevator down to my floor, ignoring the looks I get from strangers.

I feel so dirty and used. I want to peel my skin off and soak it in bleach. But the icky feeling pales in comparison to the way my heart stings or how my soul blisters with sorrow.

I'm so bad at love I should be court ordered to have the statement tattooed on my forehead in capital letters.

I thought Jess was different from all the others and we had something special. Turns out she was just another delusion. I blink up at the ceiling. If I keep dishing out parts of my heart to the wrong people, pretty soon I won’t have one left.

I rummage through my purse for my key card when I reach my room. Maybe Juan will forgive me, and he’ll lend me a shoulder to cry on tonight.

The sound of skin slapping together and male grunts assault my ears the second I turn the handle.

“Yes, Ronald. Harder, Daddy,” a voice that’s unmistakably Juan’s wails and I quickly close the door.

Christ on a cracker, I could have happily gone my whole life without hearing that. Same can be said regarding the knowledge that Juan’s a bottom.

I shake my head and make my descent down the staircase.  Since staying in my room for the time being is out of the question, I’ll do the next best thing. I’ll go for a walk and clear my head. Or cry. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I just need to breathe before the weight of what Jess did combined with the scab that’s been ripped off my old agonizing wound sends me spiraling down another rabbit hole.

My black four-inch lace-up heels clack against the concrete and I curse myself for not wearing a jacket. It’s Vegas so it’s not like the late January weather here comes close to how brutal it can be in Co