XXIII

He came to the bed and got dragged into the middle of the two women's invading hands.

He had completely turned his head off.

He let himself lie down and strip but he never left the grip on the bottle. Like it's a lifeboat.

They touched him, caressed him everywhere, but he didn't caressed them and kiss them. In fact, he kept drinking.

Agnés approached to his face and turned his head towards her, passed her tongue on his lips, but he separated them and almost caught by that lust gesture, he resisted again.

Even when Coline bit his lower lip, he didn't kiss her.

<< Get me a unique show. I know what you're like in bed with me.>> He said was whimpering before he even drinks from the bottle again.

Agnés and Coline smiled, believing they could finally wake him up.

They kneeled infront of him, before each other and started kissing and touching each other.

Adrien had never felt more excited than that, but he had to resist.

They touched their breasts and their glutes, moaning their names and his. They kissed with transport.

His throat got dry and he kept drinking.

The unsatisfied erection hurt.

He took a cigarette that was taken from the nightstand, maybe from Coline and lit it. He had to keep his mouth busy.

The smoke went sideways when he heard a choked moan from Coline because of Agnés's fingers that suddenly began to give her pleasure. The blonde let herself go completely into the arms of the brunette. She tried to get too much pleasure, but Agnés kept her close to herself.

This was way too much. He started biting the cigarette filter and playing it with his tongue. Like Coline biting and licking Agnés's nipple.

He could have sworn he'd come forward without touching himself.

The erection was pulsing on his belly.

He would have wanted to give the pleasure she deserved to Coline and satisfy Agnés's growing desire.

The hands were freaking. He wanted to touch them and help them. Possessing both at the same time. He put his cigarette out in half, pressed it on the special plate and left the bottle on the ground, he also put him on his knees near the two to interrupt them and start touching Agnés while she ended up with Coline.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he found himself in front of his naked princess in the lake.

No.

He couldn't.

No.

He would have devastated her.

He couldn't do this to her.

Not to her.

The love of his life.

The woman of the market.

The one who had wished so badly for months.

He couldn't ruin everything.

Although maybe it was too late.

As soon as Coline's hand felt on him trying to pleasure him with disgraceful gestures because of what she was feeling, he woke up from his stupor.

No. No. No.

<< No. >> He whispered moaning.

Agnés took advantage of his open lips to stick her tongue in and kiss him. After a few seconds, he found complete clear.

<< No! >> He rushed out of two and got out of bed. He took his head in his hands and cursed almost with a scream.

<< What the... >> Asked Agnés shocked by that sudden, clean waste.

<< Get out of here! Get dressed and go. Don't show up again. >> he screamed fierce indicating the door.

<< But we did it for you. You seemed so stressed that... >> The blonde began to justify.

<< I said you have to leave! >> He screamed even louder.

Shocked and confused the two got dressed and, looking at him worried, they closed the door behind them.

As soon as it was only Adrien took the bottle off the ground and threw it against the wall and let himself go to a liberating scream.

What did he do?

He loved her.

He let himself crawl down, his back lay on the foot of the bed, his hands between his hair and his anger on his own mounting frustration. In front of him, only the bottle pieces and the little alcohol left was poured down.

What would he have done?

He felt like crying.

He should have sent them away now.

He was a fool. She was waiting for him and he thought well to see a hard show of the two women who most made jealous his princess.

He was a complete idiot.

All because their love was obstructed by some trouble, all because they still had to decide what to do.

He was an emeritus jerk.

How much he wanted to go back in time. Rewind the pellicle and, God, run to her as soon as she saw those two that... poisonous vipers.

He swore again. He cursed in him so many times he almost expected to be electrocuted.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had to run to her.

He barely got up from the floor and, with even more trouble, he dressed.

His head was spinning and his legs seemed to give in any minute. He had his stomach upside down, but he wouldn't care about it.

He had to go back to her.

He came out of the room and stumbled on the stairs. He may fall two or three times.

<< Where are you going? >> Mr Bernard was found in front of him.

<< Away. >>

He was visibly drunk.

<< I don't think you can move like this. >>

<< I don't... I have to go. I'm fine. >> He tried to convince him.

<< But if you're stumbling, how do you think you can get on the horse? >>

He armed his escape.

<< It's important. >>

He had a slightly blurred senses of alcohol and not very stable legs, but he would recover once on horse, with fresh air that would blow his skin.

He could have done it.

<< You believe in love? >> he asked him looking the man in the eye.

<< I... What question is this, boy? >> He raised an eyebrow.

<< I've screwed up, Mr. Bernard, I really do. I have to... I love her, with all my own self. It's not just an illusion. >> He begged him to let him pass, with his eyes only.

The owner sighed and stood aside, then put his hand on his shoulder to get his attention again.

<< Be careful, Adrien. You're like a son to me. I don't want anything happen to you. >>

He was struck by Coline's father's words. He felt even more a shit for what he did to his daughter.

He ran away.

After he took a lot of effort, he was able to get on his black horse.

<< Come on, Baron, we gotta go. Just be patient and please don't let me fall. >>

He knew he seemed crazy to talk to a horse, but he felt like he was actually understanding him.

He shaken the bridles and the animal started trotting.

Just outside the inhabited center, he took courage.

<< Baron, slow down, let's go faster. >> He gave him a stiff, and he, after nitrite, increased the pace.

<< How much do you think I am wimp? Come on, Baron! >> He incited he more and the horse started running fast.