The Girl With the Pink Bat
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 5
Ray had already crossed the town square when I came out of the restaurant.
It had started to rain, and a drizzle coated my face. Pushing my drooping bangs out of my eyes, I dashed after him, streaking across the square and jaywalking to catch him before he made it to his room. When I finally caught up with him I was soaked. The miserable shower had drenched him too, but he marched determinedly along the empty streets.
Never one to bother with propriety, I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, “Ray, Stop!”
He didn’t break stride, pause, or give any indication he’d heard me. I knew he had, mainly because I saw some faces peeking out of the windows of their homes.
I ignored the nosy neighbors and raced after Ray. I hollered, “Wait for me, please!”
I was only able to catch up with him when he stopped at the entrance of my place.
“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly.
I put the key in the lock and opened the door. Then I looked into his eyes waiting for him to enter.
He continued to stare at the open door, but his jaw worked furiously, tightening and loosening, tightening back into a knot and then loosening again.
“I’m truly sorry,” I repeated. “I didn’t mean to be nosy. I shouldn’t have asked that. I was out of place.”
“I just want to be left alone.”
He walked into my place and I followed him.
“You have no idea the kind of pain I felt. You’ve no idea what it’s like to lay in your bed night after night wondering how I could be so stupid.”
I gulped and took a step towards him. “You’re right, I don’t. I want to help you, Ray.”
“I can’t stop thinking about all the men she was with ... All the things she did with them,” Ray dropped his gaze. “I feel so humiliated ... Men I called friends had been fucking her and laughing at me behind my back. How could Amy do that to me? How could she rip the heart out of my chest and not care? She made a fool out of me! I truly thought she loved me, almost as much as I loved her! I was a blind idiot!”
There was agony on Ray’s face. Drops of water were falling from his hair.
“Ray, no...” My heart ached for my friend whose confidence and emotions had been shredded.
He headed to the guest room. I took off my soaked sweater and followed him.
“I can’t leave you like this. I can’t let you wallow in your misery.”
He whirled toward me so quickly that I jerked an intimidated step back. From between clenched teeth, he hissed, “I’ll live my life however I damn well please.”
When I sucked in a breath, he blinked like he’d just realized I was cowering. Letting out a low growl, he reeled away and raked a shaky hand through his hair.
“Why can’t everyone just leave me alone?” he whispered.
I could tell his control was splintering. I fully believed it’d be healthy for him to lose it. For once in his life, he needed to let out some of the pressure. He needed to alleviate the pain that had been brewing inside him since the moment his fiancée cheated on him.
“It’s probably because you bring it on yourself,” I said, trying a new approach. I was aware it could go wrong, but I had tried it with my sister when she started feeling sorry for herself.
He glanced at me. “Excuse me?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come off it, Ray. If you really want everyone to stop people feeling so sorry for you and treating you like some kind of wounded animal, then you should stop acting like one.”
Shock filtered across his cheekbones with a red tinge. His mouth fell open. “What? I do not—”
His gaze landed on my wet shirt clinging to my breasts, and the words died in his throat.
I looked down and realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Looking taken aback by the fact I was nipping, he gaped at me with slack-jawed shock. On pure impulse, I pulled my shoulders back a fraction, pushing my chest forward. For the briefest of moments, his lashes lowered, and he sucked in a quiet breath through his teeth. Then he tore his eyes away, muttering a curse.
I’d just gotten an emotional response from him. Ray had looked at me with sexual awareness. Thinking this might be good for him, I planned my next move.
“I do not ask for anyone’s sympathy. The last thing in the world I want is for everyone to treat me like some kind of—”
Ignoring his tirade, I rose onto my toes and stamped my mouth against his, moving so fast, that I gave him no time to back off or evade me before our lips were firmly sealed together.
I pressed closer until the front of my soaked shirt clung to his. Then, lifting my hand, I touched the side of his neck.
Ray buried his hands deep in my hair, and he took control of the situation. His mouth moved against mine, bruising and savage. When I opened for him, he plunged his tongue deep, letting out an agonized, hungry sound.
He grew hard against my stomach. I whimpered, envisioning the heated length of him buried deep inside me.
“Ray,” I moaned. But his breathless name on my lips must’ve alerted him to reality because he yanked away.
We were both panting.
He couldn’t meet my gaze. So I said, “Your thingy felt just fine a moment ago.”
He didn’t answer.
“You’re still alive, Ray. You have to accept that.”
His ragged breathing intensified, and his eyes dilated as they focused on my pouting nipples pushing against wet cloth.
The insides of my thighs grew damp and heavy between my legs.
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