Page 63 of My Revenant
if ur not there in 30 ill find u. bring everything. illno if u dont.
Truthfully, I’d have no idea if he brought everything or not, but he didn’t need to know that. I thought for a moment before adding another message, then I yanked on my helmet and sped off to where Jonah would join me very soon. If he didn’t, I’d hunt him down and drag him home myself.
u better still b wearing my jacket.
twenty-six
Jonah - Past
FROM WALLS TO RUBBLE.
Fucking Bryce.
I knew he wouldn’t have been able to keep his obnoxious mouth shut about this, but I still couldn’t have prepared myself for getting Dex’s messages. He wanted me to bring the fucking bag of sex toys with me to his place. For what? Was he just curious, or did he plan to do something else with them? My head thumped face down onto my pillows, barely muffling my scream.
He also knew I’d been wearing his jacket thanks to Bryce, the fucking snitch. I’m not sure what had possessed me to wear it, but it was going down on the long record of stupid fucking things I’d done and would beat myself up for.
Would Dex really know if I didn’t bring everything? I tried to remember if Bryce had gotten a good look into the basket, but I couldn’t be sure. I had no doubts Dex was telling the truth about coming to find me if I didn’t do what he wanted, and my dad would be home soon. As much as I didn’t give a fuck what the man thought of me, I wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of Dex being here in my room doing god knows what to me while he was home.
With a long, exaggerated groan, I rolled off my bed, snatching the unmarked black plastic bag from the floor and shoving it in a backpack instead. Fuckingfuck. I hadn’t even gone through it on my own yet. Becca had only just left for the day. I’d just showered, and I was building up the nerves just to open the damned bag.
I got dressed, then after another moment of indecision I pulled his stupid leather jacket back on. Why did I always just do what he told me?
There was no time to think about it. I’d already be struggling to make it to Meadow Park in the thirty minutes he’d given me to do so.
Fuck!
By the time I made it to his house, Dex was already waiting for me out front, leaning on his bike as though he really had been preparing to come and find me.
Saying nothing, he turned and marched inside, and I followed him, my heart rate escalating as he took the stairs two at a time in front of me up to his room. The moment I walked in, he snapped his fingers at me, holding out his hand for the bag. I took a step back, my hands defensively circling around behind me to guard it.
“Give it to me, Rabbit,” he demanded.
“Why?”
“So I know how much trouble you’re going to be in.”
Indignation flared in my core. “I’m allowed to buy sex toys if I want to.”
“No you’re not,” he said, matter-of-factly. “You’re mine, Jonah. You agreed to that. No one else is allowed to touch you, not even you, and especially not some fucking toys. Now give them to me.”
Toxic. Obsessive. Unreasonable. Unfair. All true. And yeah, they absolutely should have been red flags. I knew they were. But the jealousy in his voice, words, and actions? No one had ever wanted me so much that my own fucking touch made them jealous, and it ignited something twisted inside me.
I handed him the backpack. Dex yanked it open, grabbing the plastic bag from Maxxxine’s and emptying it over his bed. Everything was still in its packaging. Untouched. The purple dildo,condoms, lube, a glow in the dark butt plug Becca must have snuck into the basket, along with… an anal douching kit.
I wanted to fucking die.
I thought I might with how rapidly my heart was beating in my chest. On the off chance that I didn’t die from embarrassment, or whatever Dex planned to do to me, then I was absolutely going to kill Becca instead.
Dextsked, his eyes finally leaving the items on the bed to look at me again. “If you wanted something up your butt, all you had to do was ask, Rabbit.”
“I just—” I stalled, really not knowing what I could say to make this situation any better for myself. “I just wanted to practice. And you didn’t seem like you wanted to anyway!”
“What gave you that idea?”
“You haven’t tried anything!”
“I was waiting for you to tell me you were ready.”
