Page 64 of Better Run
“Hmmm.” He leans back and keeps driving. When we get back I run to the shower again. It’s become my safe space. I shower and plan and think about the dangerous men and how, like it or not, they’ve become a part of my life.
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For the next few weeks, I listen to them detox Sage, only to force her to get high again. Over and over. It’s excruciating. She won’t talk to me. They won’t talk to me about her.
They edge me constantly. They fuck me separately and together but don’t try anything they haven’t already done. They refuse to let me come unless I beg, and I’d rather die than let them make me beg to come. It’s like I’ve made this my last line in the sand. Like I can’t be guilty of any of this, I can’t enjoy their presence, I can’t be held responsible if I don’t allow myself to come.
They even shower with me to make sure I don’t play with myself when they’re not around. I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. It feels like I’m hitting puberty all over again, except multiplied by ten. I’m pretty sure I’ve come from my dreams, but when I wake up to chase that high they stop me, fuck me, and put me to bed wet. They’ve always been attractive to me, but now my cunt wants to jump all over them every time I see them.
One afternoon Jayden tosses me a jacket. “I’m going out on the ATV. Want to ride?”
“Sure.” I jump up from the couch. We fixed it a few days ago. I feel like if I sit in his cabin any longer, I’ll go crazy.
We walk outside, and the day is much warmer than it usually is. It snowed the day before, but it’s starting to melt. The sun even peeks through the clouds. Jayden has already pulled the bike out of the garage. He hops on, leaving me to slide on behind him. I glower about it. As soon as I’m on, he hits the throttle, the lurch forcing me to grab his torso. I feel his chuckle.
We drive down the driveway. We don’t talk over the sound of the engine. I just watch the trees go by and feel Jayden’s warmth soak into me. I can feel his abs through his hoodie. He flexes every time he turns the bike. The intimate position has blood flowing to my pussy.
At the end of the driveway, he turns left. I perk up.
Jayden doesn’t seem concerned, which tells me no cars will probably drive by. We drive for a bit, seeing rabbits and squirrels startle away at our sound.
A grown-over dirt driveway appears on our left, and Jayden turns into it. There’s an old mailbox as well. We pull up to a clearing and an old, two-story cabin. It’s clear it’s abandoned, with the front door standing open and no glass in half of the windows. Jayden stops the bike.
“Where are we?”
Jayden gets off and turns to me. “One of my favorite places to come with Cole as a teen.”
“You knew him when you were teenagers?”
He grunts and starts towards the house. I get off the bike and follow him up the steps. They wobble as we walk.
“This doesn’t seem safe.”
He laughs, “It’s not.” He throws a devilish look over his shoulder. “But I’ll protect you.”
“Jesus.” I glare at him, but he’s already walked inside. I follow. It takes my eyes a second to adjust. The inside is just as run down as the rest of it. It looks like whoever used to live here just left all their things and trash behind too.
“We own the place now.” Jayden looks back.
I cross my arms. “I thought cops didn’t make a lot of money.” I know this place is junk, but land is so expensive.
He laughs and reaches out a hand. “I’m not a cop anymore. And Cole’s family has a lot of money.”
I don’t take his hand. “I thought he said they grew up poor.”
“They did. That’s why his mom married his stepdad when we were teens.” He starts up the steps. They’re dingy and lean a little toward the right.
I follow. If they can hold his big-ass body, they can hold me. He leads me to the end of the only room upstairs, toward a window that faces the front of the cabin. The ceilings are slanted in with the roof, and he has to walk in the middle to avoid bending down. This area is a lot more cleared out than the others, with a space heater and other junk pushed against one wall. The window is open, and under it sits a bag of bird food.
Something skitters in the hallway and I jump. Jayden smirks, throwing out a handful of food on the window ledge and some in the room as well. He snaps out two camping chairs and motions for me to sit.
“You feeding all the rodents in here as well?” I move stiffly next to him and sit.
“Just cause they’re ugly doesn't mean they don’t deserve to eat.”
He sits quietly, looking out the window. We sit like that for a while, watching the wind move the bare trees outside. The sun glints off the ATV in the yard.
I break the silence. “Why did you become a cop?”
