Chapter5
Owen Bliss
Brantley and Drakearen’t going to believe what happened to me yesterday. In fact, it’s still a little difficult for me to believe. “Want me to blow your mind?”
“I’d prefer a hot chick blow my dick, but since there’s not one around, I guess I’ll settle.” Just like Drake to say something like that.
“Remember that girl from homecoming weekend our sophomore year at UT? The one who came to the party at our apartment with your friend Brittany. Her name was Ashlyn.”
Brantley groans. “You mean the one you couldn’t shut the fuck up about? Are you ever going to stop beating that dead horse?”
I guess I did talk about her a lot but I couldn’t help myself. She consumed my every thought. “That’s the one.”
“Impossible to forget that chick when you talked about her every day for like a year.” I finally stopped because I sounded so fucking pathetic. Not because I forgot her.
“She was my nurse yesterday in the recovery room.”
Brantley looks skeptical. The fucker doesn’t believe me. “You sure you weren’t hallucinating? You probably had some good drugs during surgery.”
There’s no mistaking the woman you’ve seen in your head every time you jerk off. “It was her. We talked.”
“What a fucking coincidence.” He calls it coincidence. I call it fate.
“I finally found out why she disappeared that night. The red-headed stalker told Ashlyn she was my girlfriend.”
“That crazy bitch ruined a lot of nights for you.”
Alexandra mostly cockblocked me from one-night stands. Looking back on it now, it was probably a blessing in disguise—for the most part—but I feel as if she robbed me of having something special and real with Ashlyn.
He adds, “The mystery is finally solved.”
“I can’t lie, bro. All it took was one look and I instantly wanted her all over again.” Not that I ever stopped.
“Is she married?”
“Nope.” Thank God I don’t have to kill anyone.
Drake chimes in. “Still hot?”
“Hotter than a damn firecracker lit on both ends.” Still hot but different in a way I can’t quite put my finger on.
“I have to ask, dude. Did you go for it?”
Brantley knows how much I’ve wanted to hook up with Ashlyn again. I can’t believe he thinks he even has to ask. “Balls deep. Fucked her in the bathroom before I got discharged by the doctor.”
Drake bursts into laughter. “Well played, you crazy one-armed motherfucker.”
I may have ruined all the work Dr. Hall did on my shoulder yesterday. If I did, it was worth it. I have Ashlyn back in my life. “I couldn’t help myself. She smelled so fucking good. And her tits were in my face every time she leaned over to examine my shoulder.”
“You were put to sleep, had surgery, and woke up ready and able to fuck while your arm was paralyzed in a sling. Impressive as fuck, dude.”
Drake doesn’t get it.
“Only because of her.” The degree of how much I want her is irrational. The things I want to do to her are beyond reasonable. Completely reckless.
“So your paths cross, you fuck her in the bathroom, and now what?”
“We’re together.” I like saying that.