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Hunter
My fingers froze around the wheel of my truck as I drove Piper and I to her Airbnb.
We took a backroad away from the main street so she could give me head and she was delivering. Too bad I couldn’t fuckin’ focus on anything but Bambi’s words.
Her blonde head bobbed up and down my dick as I tried to relish in the sweet pleasure of a blowjob, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t fuckin’ do it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.“Alright, ease ‘er back. Need somethin’ to look forward to when we get home, yah?”
She wrapped her fat lips around the tip of my dick, rolling her tongue around the head before sitting back in her seat.
For a split second I actually felt it. For a split second I enjoyed a pretty girl loving every second of my cock in her mouth. But only for a split second.
Because Bambi knew.
Bambi knew about my mom.How the fuck did she know about my mom? Did she read about it in the papers? The journalist interview I did? How much did she fuckin’ know?
Payton.
That was the only explanation I had.
My dad wouldn’t be dumb enough to open up to a girl he barely knew when he didn’t even say a damn word about Mom to his own son.
Bambi fucked up my entire day and left me hanging like a shaved sheep at the slopes. She just walked off. Walked her little ass off into the sunset after dropping that goddamn bomb on me when that wasn’t her story to share.
I was being a gentleman. Paid for her snowboard, tried to be nice, even bought her a damn scarf which was now stuffed in my glove compartment. I was never going on that kiddy hill, why the hell would I? She should’ve known better.
I didn’t give a single shit if I provoked her. I didn’t give one fucking shit about that bratty girl who waltzed into my life and tried to soften me up.
After her confession, every piece of the damn puzzle fit together. The reason she was being nice, offering to come with me at the slopes, all that fluffy marshmallow bullshit, that was just a ploy to get me soft. I placed there was something behind her deer-in-the-headlights exterior and I was right.
But now she knew. She knew the one thing that broke me apart and tore out my insides. The one thing that had any sort of power over me… She knew. She’d use it to her advantage just like my ex Rebecca.
The one time I opened up to a girl, I got close with someone who wasn’t my damn family, she pulled outthatcard.
“Everyone’s going to think you’re fucked up, Hunter.” She’d said. “Losing your mom, being an alcoholic, driving drunk to chase a high. You’re a ticking time bomb, and I’m the only one who understands you.”
Rage accelerated my pulse as I squeezed tighter on the wheel, resisting the urge to slam my brakes and send me flying through the windshield.
But I had company. And she didn’t deserve to die. She was a nice girl, as far as I knew her to be. But I’d only known her for a total of four seconds. Still, this was my burden to bear, not hers. I was the one who was fucked up, not her. No one deserved this torment but me.I let my mom die.
When we reached Piper’s Airbnb, I didn’t get out of my seat.And I wasn’t going to.
“You coming?” She stepped out of my truck, flashing me a polished smile but I shook my head.
“Change of plans, sweetheart. Text you later?”
I cranked the engine and locked the doors, shifting gears as she huffed in irritation.
“You don’t even have my number!”
But I was gone. Driving down the road with only one thought in my head. The thought that nestled permanently in my skull, the thought of comfort, warmth and security.
I need a fuckin’ drink.
Chapter Seventeen
Marley
