Chapter 7

7

Acid – Age Twenty-Six

“Keep him still!” the woman snaps as a guy tries to restrain me from behind, keeping my arms behind my back.

I continue to struggle, not wanting her mouth near me, but she grip’s my ass and takes my dick in her mouth, and vomit rises, the urge to throw up choking me.

She takes me to the back of her throat, and shame hits when I harden, not able to stop it, and she moans, happy for my body’s reaction.

My eyes tear up, and I thrash harder only to make her gag, and she moans louder before she scrapes her teeth along my dick.

“If you don’t start acting like you like it, boy, then I’m going to fuck your ass,” the man whispers from behind me before he licks behind my ear. “We’ve paid Daddy a lot of money for this….”

I gasp, sitting up and breathing hard as sweat covers my body, and I squeeze my fists in the sheets.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

I take deep breaths, trying to push the nightmare back, knowing those two fuckers are buried near the docks as I look at the clock.

Six in the morning.

I swallow hard and throw the sheets off, knowing I won’t get back to sleep. I head to my en-suite, trying to clear my mind. I turn the shower on as hot as possible before removing my boxers, and climbing in. Then, without a thought, I stand underneath the spray, pressing my palms to the shower wall as I squeeze my eyes tight, allowing the heat to burn my skin, to burn away their touch.

I expect to see their faces, the people Aiden allowed to… fuck , to rape me, and I brace myself, knowing I’m going to punch the shit outta the shower wall, but instead, I see a pair of light blue eyes I could stare into for hours.

Loneliness hits me.

I miss her. I miss her laugh, her sly smile before she knocks me on my ass, the way she’d do a little dance when she got a move right.

Fuck, I miss the way she’d run up to me for a hug, the only person I have ever allowed to touch my back and sides.

I’d give anything to be the kind of man that could make her mine, but I can’t.

When she kissed me six years ago, the urge to pull her to me hit me hard, her lips quieting everything around me within seconds, but then I remembered her age and my filth. Since then, she has barely said two words to me despite working at the same diner. Even though Hammer is off riding with his old lady, he’s doing everything he can to ensure Perrie continues to work there until she gets a job with her degree in business, just to keep her close.

To the club, she’s family, even if she didn’t invite any of us brothers to her graduation. Her mom came into the diner to demand tickets before Perrie shocked us all, announcing she wasn’t walking, and to let it fucking go.

Taking a deep breath, I grab my washcloth and pour shower gel on it before scrubbing my body. I have road maps to go through before calculating the accounting books at the diner, which will hopefully distract me until Perrie shows up for work at lunchtime.

Someone’s stealing from us, at least a grand a month, and I need to double-check before bringing my brother in to triple-check. Then we’ll take it to church.

I wouldn’t put it past Perrie doing it so that we’d fire her.

An hour later, I’m at the counter, working, counting down the minutes until Perrie gets here.

“Another coffee?” Prudence asks, getting my attention. I frown as her eyes eat up my cut.

“Yeah,” I answer flatly.

She grins, pouring some into my empty cup. I thank her but then go back to work, dismissing her. She huffs and stomps away, clearly not getting the attention she wants, but I ignore her and scowl at the figures before me.

Fuck me, this can’t be right….

A few minutes later, I feel Perrie come in, my body always in tune with hers. I guess that’s what happens when you fall in love with your best friend-turned-stranger. I see her grabbing several menus to refill the holder near the door, and I clear my throat.

She ignores me, and I bite my lower lip before saying, “It’s about the diner,” and she looks up. I try to squash the anger that builds at the fact that she’ll only discuss work. I admit, “Money is missing.”

She raises her perfect brown eyebrow, and sneers, “And you’re what, blaming me?”

I hum and admit, “I did think of you for a moment.” She scowls. I smirk. “I thought maybe you’d do it to try and get Hammer to stop guilt-tripping you into staying here.” She rolls her eyes. Still, they widen in shock when I say, “But I know you’d do it for two months and leave plenty of cracks so we’d catch you; this person has been taking a grand a month for six months, changing the books to make it look even.”

“What the…” she stutters in shock, and I nod before groaning with frustration, running my hand through my shaggy hair.

“It’s bad enough this has happened for so long without getting caught, but I just, fuck, have you noticed anything, Tinker?”

She furrows her brows for a moment before she leans forward and asks, “You’re looking for some inside scoop.”

I give her my most charming smile and flutter my eye lashes, causing a small smile to play on her lips, making my heart race.

That’s the first real smile she’s given me since before her dad died.

“Pretty please with a strawberry on top,” I rasp, knowing she hates cherries. Her smile turns into a grin that lights up her face, and everything inside me calms.

Fuck, she’s beautiful….

“Okay, here’s the goss.” She leans forward, and I meet her halfway. “Prudence has been complaining about how much breast enhancement surgery costs; she’s a patch chaser, by the way.” I snort, already picking up on that a few minutes ago. “Troy’s car broke, and when I say broke, I mean the engine blew up after his roommate found out he was screwing his girlfriend, and he’s being kicked out. Helen cheated on her husband so he’s divorcing her, leaving her with nothing, and Shane’s wife has cancer, she’s dying.” She sighs sadly before stating, “That is all I know so get Piston on it, I’m sure he’ll figure it out.”

I chuckle and nod before I swallow hard and admit, “I miss this.” She stiffens, her gaze dropping from mine. “I miss you, Tinker.” At the nickname, her gaze meets mine once more.

Sorrow shines in those light blues. She leans forward and kisses my cheek before pulling back. I grin wide, making her chuckle before she looks down and whispers, “I’m sorry.”

I grip her hand, causing her to look at me, and she squeezes my hand. “After Dad died, I couldn’t cope, you know?” I nod because I know her dad was her everything. “I saved him, Ollie, before he went into the ambulance. He had a pulse….” Her eyes tear up, and I squeeze her hands tight. She clears her throat. “Then, at the funeral, Cass mentioned that Mom had an affair, which is why she he left her nothing, not even a part of his ashes.” My eyes widen in shock while she continues, “And I just spiraled…and then Cass left, and I’ve, I don’t know…I felt like was adrift.”

I nod in understanding. It’s a feeling I have daily. “How about I help you close, and we can have some root beer floats, like old times?” I suggest, hoping like fucking mad that she’ll agree.

She smiles, a dimple showing on her right cheek, and she asks, “You mean after I’d kick your butt?”

I playfully narrow my eyes and lie through my teeth, “I mean, after I allowed you to kick my butt.”

She laughs, and instantly, I’m mesmerized.

Fuck, I have missed her.

“Closing,” she confirms, and I grin wide before she kisses my cheek again, grabs the menus, and leaves me to it. With her touch on me, everything in my head quiets.

My mind only focuses on her.

That woman owns me body and soul. I just fucking wish I could overcome my past.

I spend the rest of Perrie’s shift watching her while going over the books four more times, coming up with the same figures.

I shake my head, wishing the numbers would change.

How in the fuck did I miss this for six months?

Too fucking busy trying to bury my head in the stand, that’s how….

“Here,” Perrie says, putting a root beer float down on the counter before me, and I smile at her.

Everyone has gone home, the place cleaned, and now it’s just me and my Tinker.

“Thanks, Tinker,” I mumble before closing the folders, shaking my head.

“Is the amount still the same?” she asks as she sits beside me and grabs the long spoon from her glass. She takes a large mouthful of ice cream before she groans and grabs her head, muttering about brain freeze.

I laugh then place my hand on top of her head, rubbing my fingers lightly, and state, “You never learn, do you?” She scrunches her nose at me before shaking her head, and I grin wide before removing my hand reluctantly. “I messaged Piston; he said to wait until next month to see if money goes missing again, something about adding another camera in the storage room and basement. They have to be the only places the person stealing is doctoring the books, and the camera in the storage room only faces the shelves, not where the storage tubs are.”

Perrie freezes, spoon near her mouth, but her eyes are wide as she stutters, “There a-are cameras i-in the storage room?”

I nod, gritting my teeth, knowing exactly what she had done in that room before I fucking ensured the rules were changed.

She clears her throat. “Uh, um uh, how far back do they go exactly?”

I tilt my head her way and raise a brow, and she looks at me sheepishly when I confirm, “Piston deleted the five minutes you were in there each time, and Tinker? Five minutes? Really? Clearly the fucker wasn’t doing it right.”

Her cheeks blaze and she sticks her tongue out, making me smile a little despite the despair that hits my stomach, knowing she gives herself to someone else. Knowing I can never have her.

She sighs. “We were only casual.” I raise a brow, and she smirks. “Cody and I." She looks down, playing with her spoon. “He wanted more, so I ended things. I, uh, just want to focus on my career….”

She doesn’t look at me when she speaks, and I narrow my eyes slightly. She’s lying; it’s her tick, not making eye contact when she lies, but I don’t understand why.

I clear my throat, fighting the urge to call her out, but I pull it back as she whispers, “I’m sorry, Ollie,” and I look at her. She smiles sadly. “I was embarrassed; it’s why I pulled back from you. I wanted to hold you close, believe me, I did. I knew you’d be my crutch after Dad, but when I kissed you, I was embarrassed because I realized I ruined our friendship.”

What?

I shake my head. “Perrie, you were sixteen, and your dad had just died; I wouldn’t have held it against you. You are my best friend, and I shouldn’t have allowed you to pull back, and for that, I am sorry.”

She smirks. “Well, in your defense you were too busy cleaning toilets as a prospect.”

I groan. “Fucking Cass, I knew she saw me.”

“She did more than see you, she recorded you,” she remarks, and I curse, shaking my head.

I’m going to fucking get Cass back when she returns— if she returns.

Perrie laughs and I look at her with awe as everything else fades; I can only see her and her gorgeous face. And before I know what I’m doing, I’m cupping the back of her head, and pressing my lips against hers and, fuck me?—

She gasps, giving me the perfect opportunity to move my tongue inside her mouth, tangling it hers, the vanilla ice cream on her tongue taking over my tastebuds, causing me to groan.

It only takes her seconds before she melts into me, gripping my shirt as she moans. I move so I’m standing between her legs, which slide part for me, and cup her cheek. I tilt her head, and deepen the kiss.

Home…I feel at fucking home as she kisses me back with just as much need as I have kissing her.

Slowly, her hands go to my sides, before gently moving to my back. Instead of tensing like normal, I groan into her mouth and grip her hips, lifting her before placing her on the counter, knocking her glass on the floor.

It smashes but we don’t pay any attention. Instead, our kiss gets heavier and deeper, and without thinking, I move one hand into her loose hair, gripping it tightly before moving my right hand between us, pressing two fingers against her panties.

She moans as I groan, feeling how wet she is for me through the material. I hook her panties then yank on them, tearing them, and allowing the fabric to fall. I push a finger into her. Fuck me, she’s tight, and so goddamn wet….

Perrie breaks the kiss, gasping. She throws her head back as I rub her walls, and I watch with fascination as pleasure overtakes her features.

Her eyes squeeze tight, and I know she’s ready to come, so I quickly remove my finger, making her gasp in shock, but I ignore it and do something I’ve never done before, sucking my finger, her taste hitting me hard, my cock begging for his release.

Perrie’s eyes dilate, and I kiss her, forcing her to taste herself as I quickly grab the condom in my back pocket and undo my jeans, pushing them down to my thighs.

Sheathing myself, I place the tip of my cock at her entrance, and then slowly push into her, groaning in her mouth as her walls flutter around me.

Perrie moans, gripping my hair, and I wrap my arms around her as I start to thrust, shifting my hips to reach her G-spot.

Our kiss heats up, getting dirtier, and I moan when I feel her walls squeeze me as my spine tingles.

Only her. I hear her, I feel her, I think of her body against mine; she’s all-consuming. I thrust harder, experiencing pleasure I’ve never known before.

Perrie breaks the kiss, gasping, and I move my lips to her neck, biting down before sucking hard, causing her walls to squeeze me.

She rasps, “Pull out and come in the condom.”

I don’t think anything of it, but I listen and quickly pull out, believing she’s come, and I squeeze my dick, groaning against her skin as my balls empty, my sight blackening for a moment.

Fuck….

Breathing heavily, I pull my jeans back up, leaving the condom on, and wrap my arms around Perrie as she wraps hers around my neck, and I close my eyes when her face goes into the crook of my neck, her breath sending goosebumps along my skin.

Fuck me, she’s my home—the realization knocks me for a loop, and I squeeze my eyes tight as memories coming back tenfold.

“Fuck her harder, Oliver, or I’ll go get Elijah!” Aiden snaps, smacking my back with a cane, and my tears fall, and I thrust harder into the woman beneath me.

I move my head down, placing my nose against Perrie’s collarbone, trying to get rid of the memories. I don't want to run when I’ve finally had her, finally got her in my arms….

I don’t want to lose her.

I struggle as the guy holds my hands above my head while the woman rides me, and bile rises when she leans back a little and grabs my balls, squeezing them, wanting me to come, but I won’t; I haven’t for nearly a year.

My skin crawls as her hips move faster, her gray eyes determined….

“Fuck,” I choke.

Regret hits me hard because I know I’m now going to have to leave her.

I’m fucking filthy. I’m dirty. She wouldn’t want any part of me touching her, and now, because I’m selfish, because I love her, I allowed my dirt on her precious skin.

Fuck, no, please….

Slowly, I pull back, my body ignoring my pleas. I don’t make eye contact with Perrie as I do my jeans up.

“Ollie?” she whispers, and I shake my head, my eyes tearing up.

“I, uh, this was a mistake, Perrie. I shouldn’t have kissed you or-or…. I’m sorry,” I stutter with absolute heartbreak. I turn away from her, leaving her on the counter.

I finally got her back; I finally got my best friend back, and I’ve just fucking ruined everything in a moment of weakness.

I don’t fucking deserve her; I don’t deserve anyone.