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Icouldseehowthis revelation had hit Torch hard enough that he wasn’t even with us in the room at the moment. He was so crushed, and shocked, by the knowledge that a guy he’d been so close with could be the one who tried to kill him, who did so much awful stuff, that I knew he was reeling, and barely functioning.
As they worked on taking Micro, my attacker, out to the van at the back of the small therapy office, and thankfully he seemed to be going quietly at last, I pulled Torch aside, and he was unexpectedly easy to pull back.
“Torch?”
He turned barely focused eyes on me, and I wanted to cry for how desolate he looked. How broken. He’d clearly been closer with Micro than I’d known, and this was the ultimate betrayal for him. This was him discovering that one of his closest friends hated him, and had been hurting him, and those he cared about, this whole time. He’d be blaming himself, and he’d be hating on himself, for somehow not having seen it.
“Torch, look at me.”
He sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine.
“Sorry, babe. I’m a little bit brain fucked right now.”
“I know,” I said gently, “and I’m so damn sorry it turned out to be him. Can you do something for me though?”
His eyes focused a little more, as he pulled back to look at me.
“Right now, I’m not sure of anything, but I can try.”
“Don’t let this go straight to revenge and murder, without hearing what he has to say,” I pressed a finger against Torch’s lips as he tried to speak.
“I’m serious. He’s been your friend for a long time, I’m guessing, and he has a story to tell. A reason for all of this. I get that it won’t be good enough, but if you don’t hear it now, and see this through, you’ll always wonder, and you’ll always be taking some of the blame for yourself. I can see it, even now, weighing down your shoulders, and your heart. You couldn’t have seen this coming, and you couldn’t have guessed, because everything he did was to make sure you wouldn’t. He has a reason for it though, and you all need to know, so that you can try to heal.”
Torch groaned. “Smart women are so fucking hot, even when I hate what they’re saying. Logically, I know what you’re saying is true, but some part of me just wants to take a torch to him and watch him burn, screaming for mercy, all the while knowing he won’t get any.”Yikes.
“Wait. That’s the reason for your name? You burn people, to hurt them?”
Torch rested his forehead against mine again.
“Only assholes, babe. Only bad guys. Jesus… Micro is the fucking bad guy.” He scrunched his eyes closed, and pressed a finger and thumb against them. I could literally see him fighting a wave of emotion, and I wished I could help him.
Maybe I could, after all. When Lissa poked her head in to check on us, letting us know the van had left, and she and Ice were going to walk back, I asked her if I could keep the key and follow in a few minutes.
Torch needed a few minutes to compose himself, and she immediately recognised that, sliding the key into my hand, and hurrying outside. I followed her and locked the door, then I grabbed Torch’s hand, and led him to the bathroom I’d spotted off the main room. Once inside, I locked that door too, and dropped to my knees.
“Babe?”
“Use me, Torch. Take what you need from me, so you can be strong for what comes next. I’m your whore, remember?”
He grimaced, reaching down to stroke my hair back.
“Babe, you just went through another ordeal. I can’t keep doing this to you when you’re hurting.”
I caught his hand and pressed it against my cheek.
“I’m not hurting, except for the fact that I’m heartbroken for you. You need this, just like I needed it last night. Use me. Do whatever you want to me. Cover me in cum, if it makes you feel better. I’m yours, Torch.”
He groaned as I reached for the fastenings on his jeans.
“Babe, you’re right about one thing. You’re definitely fucking mine, and I can’t let you go now. You’re gonna be my old lady.”
Not the most romantic way for that to come up, but honestly, it felt pretty much like the perfect way for him and me.
“Yes, I will. Torch, use your whore. Degrade her. She’s waiting for you.”
He was starting to get hard, when I freed his cock and stroked it, my heart jumping a little when he moaned softly, and threaded his fingers through my hair.
“It’ll get harder if you suck it into your slutty mouth, so get on with it.”There he is.There’s my man. I did as he demanded, sliding my mouth over his length, feeling it growing, and firming up in my mouth. He fisted my hair in both hands, and pulled me tight against his groin, his cock filling my throat and cutting off my air.
