Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rhodes
Were Bethany and I friends in school? I try to remember even a single time when we’d exchanged words. A short conversation?
Bethany was quiet. Smart. She kept her head down. Like me, I’m not sure she bothered to make any friends.
Sara and Dianna, I think, were always friends.
Best friends. In hindsight, I wonder if I’d have paid them more attention if I’d realized they were together.
Would I have recognized that they were queer too?
I think I was so focused on not calling attention to myself that I didn’t pay anyone else much attention either.
Rosemary and Thornton? Hell, I’m lucky I knew their names at all. It’s one of those things that you go through high school with the same group of people for four years, so you’re bound to learn their names and recognize them. But I don’t have a single memory that has them in it.
As we make our way up to our dorm, I reflect on how much time I devoted to keeping myself off the Fucked-Up-Four’s radar. It’s almost shameful that I dedicated so much of myself to that one task. It’s my primary memory of high school.
That’s sad. And I wasn’t even their victim. I’m not sure they looked at me at all. They took up a lot of real estate in my head, and I probably didn’t cross their minds once.
I’m also guessing I’m not alone in how much time I devoted to avoiding their attention, though. I would wager a guess that everyone who went to school with them did.
I open the door and let Bennett inside. Then my pups. I follow with a yawn. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten that late. We spend a few minutes refilling their water bowls before getting ready for bed ourselves.
“There are some nice people here,” Bennett notes.
“Mm-hm,” I agree.
“You made it sound like this place is only filled with monsters.”
“Sometimes the monsters take up more room than anything else, so it’s all you see.”
He studies me as I undress. “That’s frighteningly accurate.”
I drop onto the bed, face down, and close my eyes. “I expect to be fucked tonight, Bennett.”
“That’s really romantic,” he says, but I don’t miss the pop of the tube of lube that accompanies his words. “I suppose you didn’t promise me roses, though.”
“I promised orgasms.”
“Think you can fuck me over a desk in a classroom? I’ve always had that fantasy.”
“Yeah?”
“You know what?” he says as he climbs onto the bed behind me, nudging my legs apart. I awkwardly spread my legs, and his fingers immediately begin probing my hole. I sigh. Thank fuck. “I think I’d rather fuck you on a desk. Ohh. In the library! No, wait. In the principal’s office!”
I smirk, shuddering as he slips two fingers inside me.
I appreciate that we’re not taking our time and starting with one.
However, he’s already teasing my prostate, so my words keep getting jumbled.
“We have a dean, not a principal. And I think he can still suspend me, so perhaps we stick to the classroom.”
My last word comes out with a grunt as he curls his fingers. My body jerks with the sudden intense pressure on my prostate, making me gasp as a hot wave of pleasure surges through my body. My dick was only half on board, but Bennett just flipped the switch into full-on hard as fuck.
“We spent a lot of time talking about life, so tell me what you like in bed,” Bennett says. “How do you want this to happen?”
“Fuck me like an animal,” I say. “I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.”
He hums. Bennett is an expert stretcher.
He’s both working me open and pressing teasingly against my prostate.
Not all men are aggressively affected by their prostates.
It’s a pleasure point for all of them, but the intensity varies.
For me, I’m incredibly sensitive, in the same way Bennett was when I sucked on his balls.
I feel everything as if he’s pressing a live wire to the most sensitively erotic part of me.
Bennett spreads my legs wider as he settles between them, and I feel the hard crown of his cockhead press against my hole. I close my eyes, relaxing my body completely as he begins pushing his way inside.
As with in my throat, he’s my ideal size. I feel him everywhere, but I’m not so full that I feel like he’s going to take me apart. I’ve experienced that dick a few times. Not for me. This is much better.
Especially as he begins picking up speed. His dick doesn’t feel like he’s going to puncture through my body. He creates friction and penetration with nothing but pleasure instead. And at this angle, he hits my prostate with each increasingly hard thrust.
“Like that?” Bennett asks as he slams inside me again. “Want to be fucked like a bull?”
I nod, grunting in high notes as my body tingles.
He grips my hair, pulling my head back as he slams into me again and again. White-hot pleasure sears my body, and I nearly come undone.
“Oh, you like that, do you?”
Noise comes out of me, but it’s choked. Breathless. At the angle he has my head in, my spine curves back as much as it can, so I’m nearly in a yoga pose. Cobra? Is that the one? But also a frog with the way Bennett has my knees bent and my ass slightly up.
He fucks me hard, making my eyes roll. It’s difficult to take a full breath in this position, which only heightens my arousal. I’m so close. He’s fucking me too good.
“You take me so well, Rhodes. Your ass is so tight. Who fucks you like this, sweetheart? Who takes care of you like I do?”
I can’t answer. There’s no way to get the words out when I can barely take half a breath. His cock hits my pleasure point with such force on rapid, hard repeat that my brain spins and spins. But that doesn’t mean I’m not answering inside.
No one fucks me like this. I’m not sure I’ve felt such intense pleasure. My body burns. My dick throbs. My balls bounce and ache, pulling tightly.
“That’s it. God, clench like that again.”
I’m not sure I meant to the first time, but I tense my ass muscles, and he fucking growls. Fuck, I’m going to come right now.
His bucking gets wilder. Harsher. His grip on my hair is painful. A storm of pleasure batters against me until I lose my mind in a silent scream.
Bennett fucks me through my orgasm, never letting up his pounding on my body. He fucks me well after it, making everything inside me fizzle and jerk with each harsh thrust.
It’s a fucking experience when he finally comes. Filling the condom in my ass with something akin to a snarl as he tugs on my hair hard. Using it as leverage so he can shove his dick as deep into my ass as possible.
I feel him pulse. I feel each burst of cum as his cock throbs like a heartbeat.
I’m almost sorry when he finishes, because his grip on my hair loosens until I’m once more face down on the pillow, gasping.
My lungs burn, and I feel lightheaded now that I can take a full breath.
Like my brain function is rebooting after struggling to get adequate oxygen for the past several minutes.
Bennett pulls out of me and disappears. He’s back within a minute and wrapping around me. I can feel his smile like the warm touch of the sun on the back of my neck. “What a good boy you are,” he murmurs.
I roll my eyes, but my chest flutters at his words.
Once I’m sure Bennett is asleep, I carefully climb out of bed. Velvet and Sugar pick up their heads to watch me as I grab my phone and head for the door. “Stay here,” I whisper. “Keep him company.”
Sugar lays his head down, but Velvet continues to watch me as I leave the room. As quietly as I can, I latch the bedroom door and wait to see if I hear any noise. Silence.
Phone in hand, I walk into the living area.
My five remaining pups are here, spread throughout the space.
They tend to take turns sleeping close to me since they don’t always like to be right on top of each other.
Floofy Pants and Lee like to cuddle, but otherwise, they’d much rather cuddle with me.
My sweet little babies.
I dial the phone and wait while mentally doing some math. Yep, super late on the US East Coast. However, as I knew he would, my father answers.
“What happened, Rhodes?” he greets me.
“Why is that your assumption?”
“It’s two in the morning. You rarely call me during daylight hours. What am I supposed to think?”
“That I don’t want to interrupt you and your flavor of the month.”
Dad sighs. “What is it?”
I chew my lip and pace toward the window to look outside. “Remember in school? The kid who hanged himself?”
“I do,” Dad says, his terse tone gone. It’s soft now.
“I’m not sure how much of the situation surrounding his death was sent home…”
“Not a lot. We received calls from the president of the board explaining that a student had decided to end his life because of personal struggles.”
I scowl. “That’s not what happened.”
“I didn’t think so. I did some investigation, and it seems he was pretty severely bullied.”
My shoulders relax. “He was.”
“Were you, son?”
My chest flutters, and I close my eyes. “No.”
“Are you telling me the truth?”
I hear the dark tinge of his voice and smile. A threat. A father ready to protect his child no matter what it costs him. “I am, Dad. I wasn’t bullied, but I lived every day afraid they’d turn their attention on me.”
He sighs. “I’m sorry. I wish I had known more.”
“That’s not why I called.” I shake my head to rid myself of those memories. “I’m calling to tell you I wasn’t able to do something then, but I’m going to now.”
I don’t say the words outright. But I don’t need to. Dad knows what I’m saying. He knows what I’m going to do.
“May I make a suggestion?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t use your pack, child. Not in a situation where over a hundred people see dangerous animals.”
My shoulders sag. “What am I supposed to use?”
He chuckles, and I love how dark it sounds. “You’re a Van Doren, Rhodes. I trained you personally. You’ll figure it out.”
I chew the inside of my lip. “You support me in this?”
“I do. I have a feeling that life has been far too kind to these men for the many lives they’ve affected and the one they cost. You know I support justice, especially in circumstances where authority figures refuse to provide it or are the offenders themselves.”
It’s rare because I have a very interesting relationship with my slutty father, but right now, I feel nothing but good about the unwavering support he’s always given me. Especially when I tell him I’m about to kill some very bad people.
“Thanks, Dad,” I say and hope he knows I’m not just talking about right now.
“You know that I’m proud of you, don’t you?” Dad asks.
My heart jumps. Did I say something out loud that’s prompted this?
“I—Yes?”
He chuckles quietly. Sleepily. It reminds me of what time it is there. “I’m very proud of you, Rhodes. You’re a good man. You’ve grown into an amazing adult. Every day I’m prouder of the son I was given.”
“I don’t have a surprise sibling, do I? I feel like this is ‘no one will ever take my love from you’ speech.”
Dad laughs. “No. No more surprises. I’m careful.”
“Translation: I’m never making that mistake again.”
“You were never a mistake, Rhodes. Never.” I’m surprised by the firm tone of his voice. “Please don’t tell me you think that. That you’ve ever thought that.”
“No. I haven’t. I’m sorry.”
He sighs. “Now might not be the time for this conversation, but though you were a surprise, I’ve loved you from the moment I learned about you, boy. That hasn’t changed. Every single day, I’m grateful that I have you.”
God, I’m getting sappy. Tears sting my eyes, and I frown at the bright moon overhead. Obviously, it’s the moon’s fault. Damn thing is too bright.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
“Maybe it’s time we talk a little more. Once you get home. Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Good. Be careful. This is personal for you, so be aware of that.”
“I will.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Yep. Thanks.”
We end the call, and I feel like maybe we left something unsaid. I stare into the trees for a minute more before scratching Schnookums’ head on the way back to the bedroom.
Velvet is on the bed, curled at Bennett’s back.
He opens his eyes but pretends I’m not giving him a look.
I set my phone back on the charger and climb into bed, carefully bringing Bennett into my arms again.
He sighs in his sleep, and somehow, before I join him in dreamland, I’m the one being held by him.
It’s not a bad place to be.