Page 78 of Like Fathers, Like Son
Grabbing her around the waist, I turned and dropped down into the seat, keeping her in my lap and just about still gripping my twitching cock, as we both trembled and panted in the aftermath of our illicit pleasure.
“Jesus Christ!”
“Oh yeah, that’s my boy!”
Perfect timing, right? Anneka actually started giggling, instead of freaking out the way I’d expected she might in such a situation. She was half-naked, still rippling lightly around my softening cock, and we were right beside a blood-soaked corpse.
My dads were taking in the scene with calculating expressions on their faces.
“You made a bit of a mess, kid. I say we torch the place.”
“You always think that’s the answer to a problem, Gray, even if you just don’t like the fucking wallpaper.”
Yep, my dads and their comic timing. Anneka made a new sound, and that’s when I realised her giggles had turned to tears, and that meant it was time to get her out of here.
“Dad, you got your kit?”
Dad Gray laughed, rolling his eyes.
“Always, kid. Get her outside and in the car, and we’ll sort this out.”
“Wilma’s going to be pissed when we both smell like smoke again, Gray. You know she hates that smell.”
“So you’re saying we should shower before we fuck her?”
Yep, that’s enough of that.I lifted Anneka up from the chair, and used one hand to drag my jeans over my ass, before I got her out of there.
Once she was safely tucked in the back of the car, I re-fastened my jeans, and checked the boot of the car for the usual blanket and emergency water my dads kept there. When you have kids, you usually have stuff like that for a day out.
I left the boot open for my dads to start unloading fire kit, and I got in the back of the car with Anneka. I handed her a bottle of water as I wrapped the heavy blanket around her, tucking it over her legs as much as I could.
“I know you’re bleeding and stuff, but I want to get you home and get those cleaned up properly, so you just need to bear with me for a little longer, babe. Can you do that for me?”
Anneka nodded, her sniffles subsiding a little as she sipped from the bottle, and offered it to me. I insisted on her drinking about half of it before I took the rest, and poured a little on my hand to rub over my face. It wasn’t like I could really clean much blood off me right now, but if we were in traffic and someone saw me like that, they’d call the cops.
“You’re coming home with me, yeah?”
Anneka nodded again, leaning over to press tight against me, clearly wanting my arms around her. Where fucking else would I want them, right?
I cradled her in my arms, doing my best to soothe her through her intermittent crying, alternated with numb silence, until my dads returned and the car started up. I turned in the seat as best I could, to watch the building as we drove away.
I barely caught sight of any flames before we were gone, but a fact that would have pissed me off before barely registered right now.
I had Anneka back, and she was coming home with me. Nothing else mattered beyond that fact.
Anneka
ALL I CARED ABOUT was being safe in Blaze’s arms, not where we were going, or what would happen next. Just Blaze. He was all I needed.
I was still kind of numb about everything that had happened today, and was it really just one day? I didn’t even really know. I’d lost all sense of time, and awareness of anything, outside of what was happening to me in that horrible basement.
“Babe? We’re here,” Blaze whispered, his words my only warning as he suddenly started to move. With a panicked gasp, I caught hold of his arm as he tried to release me.
“No! Don’t leave me!”
“I’m not fucking leaving you ever again, get it? That’s not a mistake I’ll make twice. We’re getting out of the car, come on.” He was still shirtless, but focused on keeping that heavy blanket wrapped around me, even though I still wore his jacket and jumper, and he’d used his t-shirt to wipe blood away.
Clarity was starting to hit me in a big way, and that’s when I recognised where we were. Not back at the hotel we’d been staying at, and not at my mum’s house. We were at that house he’d kept me in at the start. I started to pull back from him, even while he scooped me back up into his arms as soon as we were out of the car.
