Page 63 of Broken Promises

His cock throbbed inside me, and I winced as I felt his cum start to leak out of me.

“We’re making a mess,” I warned, but he just stroked my back and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“Worth it.”

I finally took in our surroundings, noticing we were no longer on the main road and were parked half behind a tree, relief filling me. At least he was smart enough to get us out of the open.

“Um, how do I get off you without getting cum everywhere?” I asked slowly, amusement flashing across his face.

“You don’t. Mess up my car all you like.”

“You won’t be saying that when you have company and they ask why there’s cum stains on the seat,” I deadpanned, his eyes narrowing.

“The only person allowed in my passenger seat is you.”

“And when you need to pick up Riley or?—”

“I have no issue warning them that you’ve rightfully marked your territory. They have their own cars anyway,” he shrugged, lifting me with ease and placing me in the passenger seat. I was pretty sure there was now cum from one side of the car to the other. “Glovebox might have some wipes.”

I didn't want to ask why he kept wipes in his car, so I eagerly opened it and thankfully found them, awkwardly trying to clean the mess between my legs that was now soaking into my torn jeans and smeared all over the car seat.

He didn’t bother cleaning himself up as he zipped up his pants, buckled me in, and started the car that I hadn’t even realized he’d turned off.

We didn’t talk as he drove the rest of the way to my dad’s house, and when I went to climb out, he stopped me.

“Wait here.”

“Ander—”

“Your ass is hanging out the massive hole in your jeans,” he chuckled, opening his door. “I’ll be back in a second.”

I wasn’t going to ignore his warning about flashing the neighborhood, so I waited as he walked around the house and vanished, barely having to wait more than a minute before I saw the porch light flick on.

Ander appeared a second later, making his way back to the car as his eyes scanned his surroundings. I studied him, seeing parts of the murderous monster below the surface.

He was ready for anything, and I knew without a doubt that if someone attacked us right now, he’d take them down with ease.

I should’ve been scared of him, he was no different than the other monsters of the world that I avoided, but I felt safer having him around.

He climbed back into the car and handed me something, pain hitting me right in the chest when I recognized it. The writing was just a date, but I knew before I flipped it over that it was aphoto from Josh’s thirteenth birthday, the last birthday he ever got to have.

I swallowed as I turned the photo over, seeing the smiling faces of Josh, Reid, Logan, and me. I’d kept it under my mattress, and I’d forgotten to grab it when Ander had made me pack my bags.

“This was outside?” I asked without glancing over at him as he started the car.

“Saw it through the window of your bedroom. It was half under the bed,” he answered, pulling away from the curb. “They broke the door, someone’s sleeping in there.”

I didn’t say anything, and he thankfully understood that I wanted some space as he stayed quiet for the rest of the drive back to his place.

Zavier

“Suck on that!” Jett shouted as he madly pressed the buttons on his game controller, killing Logan who laughed. These two were the only guys I knew that didn’t seem to get too angry about dying in a game. It was just for fun, nothing serious.

Maddox was playing with them, leaving me to hangout with Beckett at the table as she cleaned her guns.

“I’m surprised you haven’t been on your phone all day checking in with Raven,” Beckett observed without looking up at me, her focus on her weapon as she put it back together.

“I know she’s safe.”

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