30. Chapter 30
Three Weeks Later
It took me a while to return home. Hell, it took me a while to overcome all that hell. It didn’t help that I’d lost my job. There was no way for me to explain my absence for so long. Thanks to Easton, I had money to survive on for a while.
I didn’t come back to move in, but to see my dad. I had to work around a butt load of anxiety. Every time I wanted to reach out, I was hit with my abduction and torment, all because of him. I didn’t hate him, but perhaps I should have. Annie refused to come with me.
Easton kept his eye on him at my request, so I knew he was alive.
The yard was surprisingly neat. The shrubs that were still alive were growing, and the grass was trying to punch through the weeds. Spring was here, and the trees were a pale green as the leaves came in. The house was still in desperate need of a paint job, but something like that was expensive.
I pulled off the chain around my neck that held the house key, inserted the key into the door, and unlocked it. When I stepped inside, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but the scent of lemons and a clean house wasn’t one of them.
What a strange sensation to smell something as simple as lemons to give you a burst of hope.
I shut the door behind me and locked it before I went in search of my father. Easton had said he was home when he dropped me off.
“Dad?”
I heard a gasp coming from the kitchen, followed by the scrape of a chair across the linoleum.
“T-Tommy?”
“I’m here.”
He met me at the front entrance and stood there, looking… good. He was clean, wearing an ironed plaid button-up, and he had a fresh haircut.
His eyes watered and his lips trembled, standing there, clenching his fists. I could instantly see all his regret and torment in those brown eyes of his. You could breathe in the guilt pouring off him.
Without thinking about it, I spread my arms, and he rushed to me, pulling me against him as he sobbed. He squeezed me so tightly I could barely breathe.
“God, I’m so sorry, Tommy. For everything. I’m a fucking failure as a father. I know those words aren’t enough, but… they’re all I’ve got right now.”
I wasn’t ready yet to forgive him, but this was a start. If I had walked into something worse than what I left, I wasn’t sure we would be able to fix anything ever again. But there was a flicker of hope that my dad could overcome this.
“What they did…” He let me go, sniffed, and wiped his eyes. “Did they… hurt you and Annie?”
“Yes, they did.” I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it for him. The situation could’ve been a lot worse, but I still suffered.
A sob escaped him, and he rushed to cover his face as he mumbled ‘ sorry ’ over and over.
“They were going to harvest my organs at first, Dad. But the leader thought I was too pretty and was going to sell me to a man in Russia to do with what he wanted. Easton saved our lives. I know you’re sorry. I believe you, but you need to understand the gravity of your actions.”
“Oh god…”
I stepped up to him, put my hand on his elbow, and led him to the kitchen. I pulled out his chair and helped him sit down, then grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with tap water. “Drink,” I said.
Dad chugged it all down with trembling hands as I sat next to him. He set the glass down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You came back.”
“I’m not back, and probably never will be.”
“I know… I mean, you’re here. ”
“Well, I needed to see if what happened had any effect on you. Seeing you now, I feel hope that some things can be remedied, but I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive this.”
He stared down at the table and nodded. “I understand. It’s more than I hoped for. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but just knowing you and Annie are okay is… enough.”
“I’m not sure Annie will ever speak to you again.”
Another sob escaped him as he nodded again. “I deserve that.”
I reached for his arm and rested my hand on it. “You need to fix your life, Dad. I still love you, and I don’t want to see you suffer and die. But I won’t be helping you feed your addiction.”
He looked up at me with wet eyes. “I-I got a job, and I started a group counseling thing for those who are addicted to gambling. The, ah, cravings are there… so much, but I’m controlling it so far.”
I smiled softly and patted his arm. “It’s a great start, Dad. That makes me so happy.”
Dad and I sat there, talking for a while about his plans to help him and what mine were. I made him some lunch, and we ate in silence. I knew right then that I would be back. Our relationship would never be the same, but I wouldn’t turn my back on him. Annie, however, was another story.
When I stood, he pulled me into a hug, and we held on to each other for a long time. “Tell Easton thank you from me.”
Easton wouldn’t care, but I didn’t tell Dad that. Easton didn’t want me coming over here at all.
“I will.”
“T-tell Annie I love her.”
“I’ll try. ”
“Will you come back?” he asked when we separated, and I headed to the front door.
“I’ll be back. I promise.”
“Thank you, Tommy. I love you.”
And that was another reason I planned to stick around. Dad needed the motivation to recover.
My smile was small and sad. “Love you, too.”
When I stepped outside into the warm spring afternoon, I saw Easton’s green Porsche sitting there, waiting for me. I smiled because he was supposed to wait until I texted him to pick me up. I loved his impatience. Was that weird? Probably, but I didn’t give a crap.
I got into his car and laughed at him, practically trying to break his steering wheel.
“Well?” he snapped.
I laughed inwardly, not wanting to make him madder at me.
“It looks like he’s on the right path. It took a huge scare to get him to make an effort. He’s trying, East.”
“I don’t like you coming over here.”
With a huge smile, I leaned over and pecked a kiss on his cheek. “And you’ll always be there to protect me.”
“I will. That doesn’t mean I like it.”
“There’s hope. Dad will make an effort. It’s sad that something catastrophic had to happen to make him change, but he could’ve fallen in the other direction. That he chose not to is good news. There’s a chance he’ll recover.”
“Good, I suppose,” he huffed .
To ease his frustration, I ran my fingers through his silky, perfectly cropped hair. “Tell you what? Let’s go hunting this weekend.”
“You don’t mean killing animals, I take it?”
I snorted a laugh. “Gross. No, I mean, let’s play our role-playing game.”
Easton instantly relaxed and smiled crookedly. “I thought you’d never fucking ask. Finally.”
God, I sucked at running. I really needed to get more fit if Easton and I were going to do this regularly.
I panted and sweated, dodging trees, fallen branches, tree roots, and rocks.
It was going to hurt if I fell, since I was completely naked.
Easton wanted to play his version of Naked and Afraid: Sex Edition .
The story went that Easton and I were sent into the deep woods, close to the Blue Ridge Mountains, where we had to forage and survive away from civilization.
But instead of hunting for food, he was supposed to hunt me.
If he caught me, he got to have me any way he wanted.
This time, I had to make more of an effort to flee from him, and he had to make more of an effort to find me.
God, I’d never seen Easton so excited about this game.
I may or may not have intentionally broken some branches along the way.
It was a little awkward, running without clothes on, and if my dick got hit by a thwapping branch one more time, I was going to cry .
My heart beat so fast, and I was so hot. I stopped at a tree to catch my breath, looking around me to make sure Easton wasn’t around. At least he was naked, too.
I squirmed because the butt plug I was wearing was seriously getting uncomfortable. It was my idea to stuff myself, so I was lubed and ready for him.
Then I heard the trickling of water. Thank god.
I followed the sound until I came upon a bubbling creek.
The day wasn’t too hot, but after running, it made me sweat.
I stepped into the water, being careful not to slip on the rocks, and squatted.
My hands cupped in the water, and I splashed myself.
It was still cold enough from the winter that it instantly invigorated and cooled me down.
“Gotcha!” Easton said in my ear as he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me to my feet.
This time, he asked me to make my fear sound real, so I did my best with my acting.
I clawed at his arm and struggled. “Oh, no! Help! Help! Please let me go! Don’t hurt me!”
“You know the rules, Little Rabbit. My little prey. I catch you, and now I get to fuck you.” His growling made me shudder, and my cock rapidly hardened.
“Look how turned on you are,” he added.
I struggled harder, and because I was still wet, I managed to escape his hold. Then I ran, splashing through the water.
I managed to run a few feet before Easton caught up to me again, and we went tumbling down into the dirt and leaves by the bank of the creek.
“No one escapes from me, Little Rabbit. ”
As I tried to escape again, he flipped me around onto my stomach and lifted my ass. “Do not move. I won fair and square.”
With my knees tucked under me, my ass was exposed to him. I spread my hands out and clawed at the dirt, ready for him to take me. My heart hammered from the exertion, excitement, and arousal.
Easton growled again, as if he really did turn into a predatory animal. God, I loved this side of him. He flourished and blossomed, showing a side of himself I didn’t usually get to see.
“Fuck, that plug is… That it has a rabbit’s tail at the end is… pure genius.”
He tugged on it, twisting it around. Then it pulled it out a little and pushed it back in, sliding over my already stimulated prostate.
“I like this,” he said, his voice raspy and low. Then he suddenly yanked it out of me and tossed it somewhere. “But I like my cock in you more.”
Just like always, Easton didn’t go easy on me. Who knew I’d like rough sex or being chased naked through the woods? It was hot .
“No one is around, Little Rabbit. I want to hear all the noises. Cry out when I slam into you.”
My fingers dug into the soil as he spread my ass and sunk into me. When he slid slowly out, I braced myself. Easton dug his fingers into my hips and grunted when he pounded home. And just as he ordered, I cried out, arching my back.
“Fuck yeah…”
That was another change in Easton. Whenever we did this, he got more vocal. It showed how into our role-playing game he was. He was always a predator, but when he was one with me, he came alive.
“My perfect little animal,” he panted between thrusts.
And I loved being perfect for him, to be all he needed me to be.
Easton moved faster and harder, grunting almost like an animal himself. But to my surprise, he melded his body and stretched out his arms along mine, threading our fingers together.
His body was hot, clammy, and sticky from our run, and he smelled of earth, sweat, and hints of his cologne. God, I’d never felt closer to him than at this moment. It was like he was trying to climb into my skin just to be as close to me as possible.
You could feel the muscles and power behind him as he pumped and pumped. He was like one of those heavy blankets that calmed anxiety.
As soon as he bit my shoulder, his cock swelled and grew heated. Shortly after, hot cum filled me and he groaned, the deep sound vibrating through my body and into my soul, almost like I experienced his orgasm with him. Except I was still hard as a rock, my balls hanging heavily.
Easton lay there on me, his chest heaving.
“Superman?”
“Hmm?”
“Uhm… I need to come really bad.”
He sat up and pulled out of me, but if I expected to get sucked down, I was sorely mistaken. Easton spread my ass cheeks and ran his finger over my hole, playing with the cum leaking out of me. He scooped some up with his finger and slid it back inside .
Suddenly, my eyes grew wide, and a loud whimper escaped my lungs. His warm tongue ran over my hole, and because I was still open, he shoved it in. This was my first rimming from him and I was in heaven. He licked, swiped, swirled, slurped, and nipped until I was writhing and begging to come.
He pulled away, leaving me cold, then strong hands flipped me over onto my back.
“You have dirt on your dick,” he huffed, making me suddenly laugh.
Easton gathered some water from the creek and cleaned me off before swallowing me down.
He was as aggressive about it as he was fucking me, sucking the cum out of me.
His expert tongue worked all the best spots, and my orgasm was just hanging over the precipice.
I had already been close from the constant pegging of my prostate.
In a few short minutes, I was coming, crying out, just as Easton liked.
When he finished, I lay there like a sack of potatoes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
He looked down at me with an unreadable face, a look I had grown familiar with and loved, even if I couldn’t understand what was going through his head.
My eyes widened when he lay on top of me and fingered back my sweaty bangs in a strangely endearing and intimate move. Then he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“What was that for?” I asked, truly curious.
“I’m not sure.”
I grinned sleepily; the sun sparkling through the leaves, warming me with something I couldn’t explain .
“You love me. That was an act of love.”
“It seemed like the thing to do. As I said before, I like touching you. I like how it makes me feel when most of my emotions are hidden away in the depths of my mind. You seem to hold the key that unlocks that part of me.”
“God, sweetest thing ever…”
“Good, because it’s time for you to come home where you belong—home with me. You and Annie. No more staying at the safehouse. You’ll be safer with me—no more thinking and processing. You can process with me. My home feels oddly empty without you in it.”
I grinned again and ran fingers through his wrecked hair—a rare thing. “Then, I’ll be there. But just so you know, if I move in, you’re stuck with me forever.”
“Of course. We’re bonded.”