Steele

After I’d abandoned Peyton with my cum oozing out of her, I headed straight to the Boat House gym to clear my head. Tyler and Hawke had found me in a state of pure rage and escorted me. I’d fucked up, and I didn’t tell them what had happened, but it was evident in their faces that they knew something was wrong. Tyler put me through his grueling training regime, and by the time the sun was up, I was exhausted. Not enough to crash, but enough not to go slit some fucking throats. We headed to the beach to sober up.