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in her undertow. He fought for control, finding purchase in gripping the sheets bunched around him. Her long legs felt too good around his hips as he drove home tirelessly.
    “I’m so close.”
    Jimmy swallowed the words in his mouth with a final kiss as she convulsed around his cock. The feel of her tight, warm haven sent him spiraling over the edge of insanity, he came in her.
    “J.J.”
    “Hmm?”
    “Nothing.” Her voice belied sleep.
    “Get some sleep, I’ll be back in a few.” He slipped out of her and kissed her head. Guilt shredded him as his body left direct contact with hers. The bottle of Jack wore off. He gave her a final look before leaving the room in search of a new bottle. The voices in his head spiraled out of control as he walked through the too silent house. Fighting his conscience, Jimmy took the steps two at a time, groaning when his hip hit a stationary piece of furniture. Fuck . His mom must’ve changed the furniture arrangement.
    In the kitchen, he searched for the two hidden bottles of aged scotch, the colonel hid from his mother. Hitting pay dirt, he pried off the top and took a healthy swig to washout the sweet taste of Sameera from his mouth. His stomach churned from betraying his brother. He barely made it to the sink before the roiling grew too much. His stomach hardened in a flurry of spasms, emptying its contents. He turned on the faucet and ducked his head under the water, then tilted his head to wash the foul taste of alcohol laced bile from his mouth.
    After swiping his hair back, he picked up the bottle and tipped it back. Finishing the first, he tossed the empty bottle and opened the second while the burn washed away everything but the fire chasing his stomach. Unbidden tears wet his cheeks. The more he wiped at them the more they came. He crashed into the table as he walked across the room to head outside. Remembering the house alarm gave him pause. He slid down the wall in the corner of the room, bottle in hand and gave into desolation, draining half the scotch in a few chugs.
    “J.J.” Would he ever find reprieve from her sweet voice.
    “Go away, Sam.”
    “Where are you?” she whispered.
    “Down here. Go away,” he slurred a little louder.
    “I can’t leave you like this.” Her voice drew closer to him.
    “Trust me, isn’t the first time I’ve been drunk.” He swished the bottle before tipping the glass rim to his mouth for another dose of medicine. Her hand touched his as she slid down the wall next to him. Jimmy wiped his face as if she could tell he cried.
    “I’m worried. You didn’t come back.”
    “You should go back to bed, I’m fine. I’ll be up in a while. Go get your rest.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re naked and drunk in your parent’s kitchen. You didn’t even put clothes back on.”
    “Yeah, I had to get away from you. What we did was wrong on so many levels. Go to bed. I’m no good for you.” Her startled intake of breath at his words bothered him, not enough to stop spiraling downward though.
    “Is that Jimmy speaking or the colonel?”
    Jimmy drank as if she wasn’t there. “Does it really matter whose voice is in my head right now?”
    “I think you should stop drinking now.” She made a play for the bottle, but Jimmy slapped her hand away.
    “Don’t.”
    “Don’t be here for you?” As Sam reached over his lap to grab the bottle on the floor, the belt around her waist unraveled. She fought to grab the bottle and to cinch the satin material around her waist.
    “Being near me isn’t smart—right now.” His gaze dropped to her small perky breasts. Fuck, I love her A cup tits. The memory of her dusk colored nipples caused his dick to stir.
    A flush stole across her cheeks as she secured her clothing. “How badly do you want this bottle?” He held the bottle out to her only to bring the lip back to his mouth for a sip.
    “Enough to save you from drowning.”
    “Too late.” He chuckled. “Drowning, what a novel idea.