44. Chapter Forty-Four
Petey walks in and drops a box on my worn-out couch.
“What’s this?”
“How the fuck should I know?” He takes a seat at the table after snagging a bag of chips out of my cupboard. He kicks his feet up and shoves a few in his mouth.
I open the box. The inside is filled with letters. They’re all to Kelsie from club members.
“No letter from her?” I continue riffling through them.
“Again, I know nothing.”
I stand up and toss the one I had ready for her at him. “Get the fuck out of my house,” I tell him, irritated as fuck all of a sudden.
I’m going nuts. She isn’t giving me anything.
His boots thud to the floor. “Fine by me. I’m getting real tired of this shit.”
“Well that makes two of us.”
Before he walks out, he pauses. “Good job nailing that kid. He’s going away for a long time.” He chuckles darkly. “That was a shitload of coke. Jason admitted he got his drugs from Matt, so not only is the kid going down on drug charges but attempted manslaughter as well.”
“Yeah? I don’t know anything about all that. I guess we got lucky.” My gaze skims over a letter from Jackson to Kelsie. I already know all about Jason’s confession. I was the one who fucking orchestrated it.
He laughs. “I guess we did. See you tomorrow night, yeah?”
I lift my face to his, and he laughs again at my expression.
“Six. Don’t be late, or Jesse will cut your balls off.”
Okay. One step forward and two back.
I spend the rest of the night reading the letters that the club wrote to Kelsie before Dan and Lily adopted her. They’re all addressed to her at the mental health facility where she met Billie Rose.
It confirms what I already knew. It’s what sets this club apart from the others.
I’d want to be a member of this club even if she wasn’t part of the package.
I shut the lights off, putting the chips away before heading to bed. As I pass the window, I notice a dark figure hovering in the shadows. I pull the curtain aside. The cherry of a cigarette burns brightly. I want to rip it from her mouth, but I understand. I take a deep breath and step away from the window.
Reaching over, I flick the deadbolt on the door, unlocking it.
I wait for what feels like hours before her naked body slides over mine. She places one of her small hands over my mouth, staring down at me.
She’s not here to talk.
She takes my index finger and draws it over every scar on her body. And there are many. She knows I’ve already seen them, but she also knows that my hands have purposely avoided them. Not because they bother me. I just haven’t wanted to make her self-conscious.
I’ve read every word of every report ever written about what happened to her. It’s nothing compared to reading it in the braille stamped across her skin.
My fingers continue to roam over her body after she releases my hand. Slowly, she lowers herself onto my cock. Her eyes never leave mine. She’s letting me know she’s okay. She’s strong. No one can break this girl.
Maybe that’s what drew her to me.
She picks up her pace, and it takes everything in me to not grab her and flip her onto her back, taking control. But she needs this. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be here.
I bite my lip, holding off, waiting for her to finish. She notices my struggle and smiles. Vixen. She lets her eyes fall closed, and then she comes so hard it grabs me by the dick, and I have no choice but to follow her into bliss. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.
My little shadow rests her face on my chest, still straddling me. Her tears wet my skin, so I hold her tighter. Eventually her sobs quiet, replaced by the softest of snores.
I run my fingers over her back lightly. I’ve never felt this level of intimacy with anyone before. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who has let me see all of them so completely.