Chapter Twenty-Five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Riven

Apparently, I was a pretty decent bowler. Parrish ended up kicking my ass the first game we played, but I lost by a smaller margin the second game, getting four strikes and nearly beating him. The next time we went, I was determined to win.

Even thinking that surprised me—planning another night like we had—but I wanted it. Wanted to collect every moment I could with Parrish, and that wasn’t something I’d ever experienced before.

The lights were off at Grandma’s when we pulled up. That was normal, considering it was after eleven. I’d kept an eye on the cameras all evening, like I always did. Next, I really needed to get an alarm for the house.

When we got into my apartment, Parrish nodded toward the bathroom, so I followed him there. I liked that my shower was a tight fit, that it kept us close, his skin against mine, feeding me the cure to a kind of craving for another person I never thought I’d have.

We stripped and got inside, Parrish with his back to me, the water cascading down his skin. My dick throbbed and grew, my eyes tilting down as I watched it slide along his crease. He spread his legs for me, my erection slipping between them while I soaped up my hands and rubbed them along his slightly furry chest.

“Fuck, I want you all the time.” Parrish pushed back against me while I peppered kisses along his shoulders.

I wanted him all the time too, every moment of every day my longing for him growing and intensifying even when he was right beside me.

“You gonna give me your hole tonight?” I sneaked a hand between our bodies, finger dipping into his crack, rubbing the tight pucker there.

“I’ll always give you my hole, Riv. It’s yours. You own it like you own me.”

My dick twitched at his response, but that was nothing compared to how my chest expanded, almost to the point that I swore my ribs would crack. “You own me too.”

I pressed my finger inside him, teasing it in and out. The muscles in Parrish’s neck corded, and he pressed his fists against the shower wall. He loved this, loved me inside him. I didn’t know how I deserved him, but I wasn’t ever going to screw this up.

“You like that?” I pushed a second finger inside, twisting them. “You like me opening you up for my dick?”

“You know I do. Why don’t we get out of here so you can fuck me?”

I chuckled into his neck, then licked him. “But I’m having fun playing.” I curled my fingers so I could rub his prostate. Parrish nearly lurched away from me, like I’d shocked him with a bolt of lightning.

“Riv…” He leaned back against me, head on my shoulder while I fingered his ass with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. I wanted to edge him, to tease him so he was right on the brink before pulling off…which I did, over and over again until the water turned cold and I wasn’t sure his legs could hold him up anymore.

Reaching around him, I turned the faucet off, then pulled him out. We dried off like two men on a mission, which I guessed we really were—a mission to fuck and feel and take all the goodness we had together and soak in it, since neither of us had seen much of it in our lives.

We kissed while stumbling to the bed, lips fused when we collapsed onto it. I was beneath Parrish, lying on my back. When he tried to kiss his way down my torso, I stopped him, tugging him up instead. He came forward, his knees straddling my body as he went, until the tip of his erection kissed my lips. “Is this what you want? Want to swallow my cock?”

“Yes. God yes.”

His dick pressed past my lips, slow at first, in and out, while he looked down at me like I was his whole fucking world. How in the hell could I mean that much to someone, especially someone as good as him?

My lips stretched around him, the taste of Parrish on my tongue. I held his ass, again dipping my finger between his cheeks to rub his hole. My hungry little bottom thrust forward, fucking my mouth while he rode my finger. His cock battered the back of my throat, and while it should have been too much, it wasn’t enough. My eyes watered, my chest heaved, but all I could think was more, more, more. I would never get enough of him, and I never wanted to.

I growled at him when he pulled out, Parrish giving me a mischievous smirk. “If we didn’t stop, you’d be swallowing my jizz, and I want to come with your dick inside me.” That didn’t stop him from pushing up a little more, letting his balls hang over my mouth so I could lick and suck and nuzzle them. Jesus, this was hot, having his full sac over my face for me to love on.

My tongue sneaked up behind it, and I pulled him down so his ass was over my face. Parrish had to hold himself up just right, but he managed it so I could eat out his hole, his ass on my face while I lapped and sucked and kissed him. He was still open slightly from my fingers, so I pushed inside, tongue-fucking this man I would go to the ends of the world for, while he stroked his cock and whispered my name, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

“I need you to fuck me. I’m gonna ride you.”

I tried to bury my face in his ass again, wanting to devour him, but Parrish pulled out of my grasp. Leaning over, he grabbed the lube, slicked up his fingers, and pressed them inside himself.

“Fuck, baby. Ride your hand for me. Show me how much you want me.”

His dick bobbed in my face, leaking on my neck. Parrish fucked himself for me, got his ass ready for my cock, which was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

When he was prepared, he pumped more lube into his hand, then slicked up my rod.

“I need you inside me.” Parrish pushed up on his knees, angling himself just right. I held the base of my cock with one hand, and used the other to guide him. The second my glans kissed his hole, I was done for, knew I wouldn’t last very long.

Parrish lowered himself, working my crown into his tight, hot body. It was like I’d been freezing, living with frostbite, and he was a sauna warming me to the bone. Inch by inch I sank into him, knowing there was nowhere else I would ever want to be. When I was buried to the hilt, Parrish’s ass against my groin, our breaths escaped simultaneously.

“Ride me, Parrish. Take your pleasure from me.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice. He raised and lowered his body, mine giving him what he needed. I needed the same thing. My balls throbbed with my want for him, each time his ass stroked my cock, tipping me closer and closer to the edge.

I shoved his hand away from his dick so I could jack him off while he bounced on me, the vise grip of his hole the best thing I had ever felt.

“Fuck, I’m close. Gonna come,” Parrish gritted out.

“Go for it. Blow your load while you ride my cock. Milk every drop out of my balls.”

That was all it took for his ass to spasm around me, pulsing with every spurt of cum that shot on my stomach, chest, and neck.

My sac drew tight, my balls draining with each thrust inside him. The second we were done, I flipped Parrish to his stomach, scooped up his release on my fingers and pushed it inside of him with mine. Then, I spread his cheeks, and licked his cummy asshole. The salty flavor of our release burst on my tongue, quenching me, spurring me to take his mouth and share our cum with him.

“Jesus, I love you,” Parrish panted beneath me.

“I love you too.”

He smiled, his eyes already closed, and that quickly, he fell asleep.

*

Two hours later,I sneaked out of bed. Parrish had been snoring softly from the moment we’d come, but I hadn’t been able to sleep.

I tugged on shorts and shoes, looked around for my cigarettes, not even knowing where they were because I hadn’t had one for a while. Once I had the pack and a lighter, I went outside.

It was still warm, the sky dark and clear, filled with never-ending stars. I inhaled the first drag into my lungs, not sure why I did this. Almost immediately I snuffed it out, and the second I did, I heard the snap of a twig in the woods and my phone buzzed with a notification from the cameras.

My head whipped around, eyes scanning the area, just as Frank Hunt stepped out of the trees.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” My whole body was so damn tight, it was hard to control myself, hard to breathe around the anger throbbing in my veins. Somehow, I was still moving through it, toward Frank, and willing to do anything to protect the two people I loved.

“Why so angry?” He held up his hands. “I’m not armed, and I’m here alone. I’m tired of fighting with you, is all. I was thinking we could come to some kind of truce.” He was smoking and had a flashlight in his hand that I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it hadn’t been on? The floodlights around the house were glowing brightly, though.

“Fuck your truce.”

“Were you always this angry?” he mocked. “Though I guess prison will do that to a guy. You should have been more careful so you didn’t get caught.”

Caught for something I hadn’t done? I should have run from a dying man like his son? My mind and body weren’t on the same wavelength, my arm swinging forward, my fist connecting with his face. Frank’s head knocked back, his body stumbling before he spit blood and laughed. “I’ll give you that one. Hit me again, and you’re a dead man.” There was a coldness to his voice that felt like spider legs running down my spine. He wasn’t joking. I didn’t doubt that.

“Get the hell off my property.” I turned, heading for the house.

I only made it a few steps when he said, “You wanna earn your freedom back from me?”

“I’m free of you. I don’t owe you shit.”

“That’s not how I see it. We did a lot for you over the years, took you in and treated you like our own. Everything you know, everything you have, including that will of steel, is because of me. I’ve got a proposition for you. Do this for me, and you have my word that we’ll leave you the fuck alone.”

“No.” The firm word was a concrete wall that he couldn’t climb. There wasn’t a part of me that trusted Frank.

“You don’t even know what it is yet.”

“I don’t have to.” I began walking again.

“Well, damn. That sucks. I’d hate for something to happen to Ms. Betsy because of choices her grandson made, or hell, what would happen if Parrish somehow got involved in the shit we have going down? He could get tangled up with the wrong man or the law…you just never know.”

I turned and lunged for him again. Before I could reach him, Bill, Rex, and his friend Les were there, the four of them surrounding me. No way could I take them all. There was also no way I would call for Parrish’s help. I’d let them kill me before he got dragged into this.

“Don’t threaten Parrish or my grandma, or it’ll be the last thing you do. And Parrish would never get involved in your shit.”

“No…that’s true. He’s too much of a pussy for that, but then, look how easy it is to go to prison for something you didn’t do.”

Fire scorched my insides, turning everything to ash. He would frame Parrish. That’s what he was saying. If I didn’t do what he wanted, he would hurt Grandma, and Parrish would end up taking the fall for something he didn’t do.

No way would I ever let that happen. If I went back to prison, so be it, but Parrish was never setting a foot there. “Why are you doing this? Why do you like torturing me?”

Frank shrugged. “Because I can and because it’s fun. This is your fault, Riven. All you had to do was play nice when you got out, be our friend again, work with us. That’s all I wanted. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this, and though there was a chance he was bullshitting me, I couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk Grandma or Parrish. “What do you want me to do?”

Rex’s hand slammed down on my shoulder like we were friends again, while Frank said, “That’s my boy.”

As a kid, I lived to hear that from him, the only father figure I’d had. Now I hated it.

“We’re getting into some bigger shit. Huge fucking money and a lot of goddamned heroin. You’re going to be the one to pick it up, and you’re going to be the one to move it for us.”

Fuck. Drugs. That would get me a whole hell of a lot of time if I got caught. And the thought of that shit on the streets…it made me sick. That wasn’t who I wanted to be anymore. This community was already so lost to drugs, the last thing they needed was even more of it on the streets. “Why me?”

“Again, because I can. And because you owe us.” He wanted me to have to do something I hated. That was really all he cared about. Being shitty to me.

“I do this, and we’re done,” I confirmed. “I don’t even want any of the money.”

“You weren’t getting any anyway. This is all out of the goodness of your heart,” he sneered. I hated this man.

“When and where?”

All of them laughed.

“Slow your roll there, kid. Like I’m going to give you all the details now so you can rat us out. Just know it’ll be big and it’ll be soon. When I say it’s time, I expect you to fucking go, and if shit goes wrong, what happens to them will be on your hands.” He pointed to the house and garage. “And if we get into trouble, something will happen to them. I promise you. We’ll be in touch.”

He tossed me a burner phone, and then they walked away, through the woods, leaving me alone.