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“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Bren slowly pulls out and inspects my ass.
“Jesus, don’t look at it like that,” I say, embarrassed.
“I was gonna lick my cum up like you do to me, but your almost-virgin pussy is already closed tight and keeping it in there.” Bren chuckles but then his face grows concerned. “Seriously, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I fucked you pretty hard.”
I sit up and plant a loving kiss to his lips. “Well, I’m sure I’m gonna be walking funny tomorrow, but no, you didn’t hurt me. I loved every minute of it.”
“Yeah? I don’t mind toppin’ once in a while. I enjoyed it, too. But you’re still gonna rail me later tonight, right?”
I burst into laughter. “Yeah, I’m gonna rail you. I’ll always want to top you ninety-nine per cent of the time, that’s never gonna change. And just so we’re clear, don’t go doing anything stupid like that again. But,” I pause, cupping his face and looking into his dark chocolate eyes, “thank you and I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 43
Brendan
21 years earlier
I’m so fucking wasted. Resting my head back on the couch, I close my eyes, praying for sleep. The house without Ky is still and lifeless. Hollow like my heart. I feel older than my years, worn out and broken down. Tiff has taken Ethan to her mother’shouse for a few days after I treated her like shit, and I don’t blame her.
Kywillcome back, won’t he? It’s only been a couple of days, but it may as well be months, years, or for-fucking-ever. Opening my eyes to get the vodka bottle to my mouth, my vision doubles, and some of the liquid spills over my chin. “Fuuuck!” I slur.
Loud thumps on the front door startle me, my body jerking. Who the fuck could it be, since it must be coming up on midnight? “Ky?” I say, struggling to my feet. “Ky?” I yell, stumbling unsteadily toward the front door. “Just use your key.” I fling the door open.
I groan, moving to close the door, but Bruce puts his hand out to stop it, then pushes his way inside. “What the fuck are you doin’ here?” I ask, kicking the door closed.
“Where is he? The faggot?” Bruce strides down the hall toward the bedrooms, flinging each door open and staring inside.
Shaking my head, I slump back down on the couch. This is fucking ironic. The old cunt finally finds out I’ve been with Ky this whole time now that we’ve split up. I probably should’ve moved further away when I married Tiff. Probably should’ve stopped selling product for him, too. But my wage wasn’t cutting it with a wife, a boyfriend, and a baby to take care of.
“He’s not here,” I yell. “He left me. You’re too late old man.”
Bruce returns to the living room, face ruddy and eyes like broken glass. It’s only then I realise he’s tweaking like a bitch: muscles twitching and sweat dripping from his brow. He’s holding up the framed photograph of me and Ky kissing that sits on my bedside table. “What the fuck is this then?”
The frame flies across the room, narrowly missing my head before it crashes into the wall behind me, glass shattering to the floor. “Hey!” I say standing. “Watch it. I’m not your foster kid anymore. You’re in my house, I’m a grown man and I can fuck whoever I want. So take a fuckin’ hike.”
Bruce comes at me fast, the back of my legs hitting the couch as I try to dodge him, causing me to stumble. It gives him the chance to pin me to the wall and then there’s a gun in my face. He cocks it.
Time slows, the only sound our heavy breaths. For a moment I think it might be for the best—I’m not sure I want to live without Ky anyway. “Do it,” I say, tears blurring my vision.
“Why the fuck ya gotta make me a laughin’ stock? People sayin’ my kid likes to take it up the ass.” Bruce’s spittle sprays across my face, his rank breath making me want to gag.
“Not your kid,” I spit out before closing my eyes to wait for the inevitable.
Bruce fists the fabric of my shirt and slams me against the wall again. “Look at me boy!” I force my eyes open. “Been raisin’ you since ya were damn nine years old and no kid of mine is gonna be a faggot. I told ya that if ya ever saw him again, I’d take him out. Did ya think I was fuckin’ jokin’?”
My body turns cold as I register the deadly intent in his eyes. I blink rapidly, my focus darting around the room, trying to sober up and think clearly. “You wouldn’t.”
A cruel smile twists at his mouth. “Did some investigatin’. Found out where he works. Already got a place picked out for him next to the last motherfucker I put in the ground.”
Rage rises inside me. Blinding, searing heat in my head and my fists and my gut. I want to burn him to the fucking ground and then piss on his ashes. A growl rumbles low in my throat before it explodes out of my mouth, adrenaline surging through my every cell. I thrust my knee into his groin as I knock away his arm, the gun hurtling across the room.
Bruce doubles over, grabbing his balls and screaming abuse, but I don’t stop. I bring my knee up a second time, connecting with his head. He staggers backwards then falls to the floor. I kick him in the ribs, once, twice, before he takes me by surpriseand knocks my leg out from under me. Falling backwards and landing hard on my spine, I’m left wheezing and desperate for air.Fuck!
Bruce crawls away as I try to stand. I can’t let him leave. I have to protect Ky. That’s all that really matters in the end. Finally, I suck in a breath of air and launch myself after him, snatching the gun from the floor just before he reaches it. Backing away to a safe distance, I point it at his head. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”
Bruce rolls onto his back, laughing insanely. “You ain’t got the balls, you’re a fuckin’ pussy. Always have been, always will be.”
