Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Ryder
I was still awake the following morning when Slash poked his head into my bedroom.
“Hey. Can I come in?”
“If you have to,” I grunted from my spot on the floor, not at all surprised when he moved to sit in front of me.
“Yesterday got a little bit heated. Are you calmer today?”
“That depends. Did you fix my money?”
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he sighed, leaning back on his hands. “We’re going to put you up in your own place. You’ll have everything provided for you. The yelling was one thing, not that we can have it around other kids, which we don’t love more than you, by the way,” he said gruffly before continuing. “The way you got in your mom’s face was crossing a line, and I don’t have to tell you how much you overstepped when you laid a hand on her.”
“You’re kicking me out?” I asked flatly, and he shook his head.
“Not exactly. We’re not going to kick you out and leave you alone when it’s obvious you need us more than ever right now. The issue is it’s going to be a long road, and your violent outbursts can’t happen. For one, we will lose any rights to foster children. I know you think we care about them more than you, but it’s not true. Those kids have no one, Ryder. Babies arrive with physical trauma from adults who were supposed to protect them. You’ve seen a lot of it, so you know how horrible those children have suffered. We have the money to give them somewhere safe to grow, and older kids like Noah can be steered back onto the right path with a good education and opportunities before it’s too late. We’ve rarely said no to you about anything. You kids always got what you wanted unless it was unreasonable. If we didn’t love you, we’d throw you out on the street and tell you to fend for yourself, not caring about what happens to you.”
“You don’t.”
“We do,” he said patiently. “We’re sorry you were struggling and we didn’t notice. Things have been hectic but we should’ve checked in more with you. It’s hard to help you when you claim you’re fine though.”
“When do I have to leave?”
“We’ll help set you up this afternoon. The food will be fully stocked, and you are welcome to request cooked meals be delivered or things like pizza. This is not a punishment, this is so we can all calm down and have some space safely. Okay?”
“Give me the address, and I’ll go,” I shrugged, getting to my feet. “Do I get to keep my car, or are you taking that away from me too?”
“For now, you can keep it. The second we’re told about any DUIs or reckless driving, that will change like it would with any of you kids. They are a privilege and not a right. If you decide you want rehab or therapy, let us know, and we will organize it. There will not be a maid.”
“Jesus, anything else?” I bit out as he stood and calmly walked back towards the door.
“Is it possible for you to apologize to your mom?”
“She needs to apologize to me,” I scoffed, and he just shook his head and walked out, closing the door gently behind him.
I wasn’t going to waste time by hanging around here while they waited for me to get the fuck out, so I shoved things in bags for the second time in the last two weeks, lugging them downstairs with my keys in hand.
The only people around seemed to be Slash and Marco, who both looked at me from the table as I walked into the kitchen.
Marco looked ready to strangle me, but he kept his mouth shut, letting Slash do all the talking.
“The address and key for the house are in the envelope. If you break windows, you go cold. If you burn it down, you don’t get another one. Clear?” he said sternly, offering me the envelope. “If you hit one of us in a rage again, you will be put in the basement to dry out for as long as it takes, the nice version of rehab being null and void. If you decide you’re genuinely sorry, say so. It won’t get you your cards back, but it’s the right thing to do.”
“Bite me,” I growled, snatching the envelope. “I suppose you’re going to ban people from my new house?”
“No. You’ll eventually learn who are good people to have around you, and who are bad. We’re providing you with enough food for yourself, so if you feed other people and run out, you don’t get more,” he warned. “Oh, and when your car runs low on gas, we’ll fill it up for you.”
“Kind of you,” I deadpanned, stalking towards the internal garage door with my bags and not bothering to say goodbye as I shut it behind me.
I tossed my bags into the back and opened the envelope, running my eyes over the address. It was closer to the docks and bordered on Blackwater, which was fine by me.
I waited for the garage door to open before taking off, putting my phone on the holder and calling Tempest.
She answered almost instantly, sounding out of breath. “Hey.”
“Were you running or fucking someone?” I scoffed, making her huff.
“Neither. I was lugging all my bags down to the car. I’m just leaving Kingslake. Where are you?”
“Just left home. I got kicked out too.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, my parents sent me to live in my own place, so do you want to come check it out with me?” I offered, and there was a pause before she replied.
“You got your own place?”
“Yeah. They’re not banning anyone, so come stay with me. At least we’ll have privacy,” I grinned, focusing on the positives. “I’ll send you the address.”
“I have nothing else to do, and Mason still won’t answer his phone.”
“Fuck him. We don’t need him,” I chuckled, texting with one finger to send her the address. “Sent you the address. You still have some money, right?”
“Yeah, a bit. Why?”
“I have nothing. Mom canceled my cards, so I guess you're buying the beer tonight. Well, I guess it was my money to begin with, but close enough.”
She laughed, the sound of her car starting. “Only if you put out for me.”
“Deal. See you soon,” I replied before hanging up, putting my music on instead.
Was I in the best mood to deal with Tempest? No. But she had money and pussy so I’d get over it and learn real fast to tolerate it.
The street the address took me to was pretty quiet but not formal. A few people hung around one house smoking with beer in their hands, another had people working on their cars in the front yard.
I parked in the driveway and switched off the engine, climbing out with the key in hand to unlock the door. The house smelled freshly cleaned, and the furniture looked pretty new.
I went back to the car to unload my things, making sure to lock it before heading back into the house to dump my bags.
I’d just finished looking around and was unpacking when I heard Tempest’s car stop out front.
“Ry?” she called out, and I wandered out to find her standing in the doorway with a handbag over her arm and nothing else in her hands. “Can you help me unload the car?”
“You’d think with all the cocks you give handies to that you’d have better arm strength,” I joked, walking outside to help.
“You’d think with all the girls you’ve fucked you’d have better abs,” she said without missing a beat, tilting her head. “Why’d they kick you out?”
“I punched Mom. And smoked some crystal. They’re a little pissed,” I deadpanned, and she let out a low whistle.
“You hit your mom and lived?”
“What? Are you the only one allowed to throw hands at your parents?”
“No. I’m just surprised.”
I grunted but didn’t reply, hauling her bags into the main bedroom and dumping them on the floor. “You can have that half of the closet. Do not invade my side.”
“I need more space than that!” she whined, earning a dirty look from me.
“It’s got more space than the back seat of your car. You’re lucky I’m even offering to share it with you.”
“You only want me here because I have money.”
“How the tables have turned,” I snorted, pointing at the bags. “I’m not unpacking it all for you.”
She huffed but sat on the floor to open her bags, both of us sorting through our things until everything had a place in the closet, and we ended up sitting on the couch once we were done.
“You want to get high and fuck?” she asked after a few minutes of silence.
My high had worn off so I was up for that idea, but the hard part would be finding the damn drugs since it was obvious Mason and the guys were ignoring us.
I reached for her and tugged her into my lap, her arms threading around my neck as she straddled me. “Do you have anything on you, or do we need to go and find some?”
“I don’t have anything. We used it all at the party we threw.”
“One of the guys need to answer their fucking phones,” I grunted, sliding mine from my pocket to try calling Channing again, perking up when it started ringing.
“You’re giving me stalker vibes, dude,” he said as his greeting when he answered.
“Do none of you answer phones anymore? Could’ve done with your help yesterday.”
“We were busy. What do you want?” A lighter clicked as he obviously lit a cigarette, and I could hear chatter in the background.
He was having a party again.
“Long story, but I got dragged home yesterday, and Temp had nowhere to go, but it’s fine now. I got kicked out into my own house, so she’s with me. Can we swing by for a few things?”
“Do you have money?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll see you soon,” he replied before hanging up, making Tempest grin.
“He’s home?”
“Yeah. Let’s go get some cash out. I think we should get all of it out, to be honest. I wouldn’t put it past Mom to get the Night Thieves to hack your bank and take it away,” I said dryly, taking her ass in my hands and giving it a firm squeeze. “The sooner we get the shit from Chan, the sooner we can come back here and fuck.”
“Are you going to use your knife on me this time?” she asked, leaning closer to kiss my jaw. “I’d really like you to.”
“You want to bleed for me, baby?” I chuckled, loving how she shuddered. Her lips found mine and I groaned, her pussy grinding against my hardening cock. “Temp. We need to go.”
“Can’t we fuck first?” she grumbled as she leaned back.
“Once I get you naked, you won’t be walking for the rest of the day,” I smirked, swatting her ass to encourage her to get up.
She got to her feet and helped me to mine, her voice softening. “Do you want to talk more about your parents?”
“No. I’m not wasting energy on them. They’ll probably just give Noah my room and replace me,” I scoffed, holding out my hand for her keys. She dropped them into my palm without argument, and we locked the house before heading to the bank and then driving towards Blackwater.
Tempest fucked around with the music the entire way while taking selfies and ignoring countless calls from her father, driving me absolutely insane until we arrived.
Mason appeared beside Tempest’s door instantly, a worried look on his face as she opened it. “Hey. Sorry. My phone’s been off, are you okay?”
She rolled her eyes, letting him take her hand to help her out. “I’m fine now. The Donovans showed up and dragged Ry home yesterday, and I was trying to find somewhere to go.”
“Chan said you got kicked out?” Mason asked as he glanced over at me as I stood. “Why?”
“Because they’re selfish assholes. Fine by me though, I don’t have to deal with them anymore,” I answered, shutting the door. “We’re just stopping by to pick up some supplies.”
“What are you chasing?”
“I’m thinking crystal.”
Tempest looked at me with surprise. “Really? I thought you hated it?”
“I’m not a fan of coming down from it, but it’s a good high,” I shrugged, returning my gaze to Mason. “So, can you guys hook me up?”
“Yeah. You don’t want to stick around?” He started leading us towards the house, and I shook my head.
“Not today. We have drugs to smoke and porn to make.”
That made him laugh. “You’re actually going to do it?”
“Yep. Bought her the laptop and camera, so now we just have to set everything up.”
Tempest grinned, pushing between us to walk. “I set everything up last night, I just need to make a bunch of content and figure out where to promote it.”
That surprised me. She sounded organized.
“Call if you need a hand. Or a dick,” Mason joked as we stepped into the house. The music was booming but it was as if they heard us enter because eyes swung our way.
I was used to it, but what if someone was spying on me for Mom?
I scowled at one of the guys who continued to stare, and he recoiled as if I’d slapped him.
Tempest moved closer to me as a group of girls whispered amongst themselves while smirking at her, and I draped an arm around her shoulders to keep her close, the girls’ faces falling.
I didn’t want them giving her shit tonight and ruining our fun.
We finally found Channing and Wolfe sitting on the couch, a girl on Channing’s lap and a smug look on her face. I had no idea what she was being so smug about, it wasn’t like Tempest would get jealous.
“Donovan. Fleshlight with legs,” Channing greeted, and Tempest flipped him off.
“Walking dildo.”
I snickered, tugging her closer. “Baby, don’t piss him off. You hang out with Mase while I talk to Chan, okay?”
Thankfully, she nodded, having no problem with Mason taking her hand and dragging her away. If they were fucking, they had to be quick because I didn’t want to hang around here for long.
Tempest
Mason and I had barely sat down to talk when Ryder appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and told me we were leaving. I almost invited Mason to come with us, but Ryder gave me a knowing look and shook his head.
He wanted me to himself? That was fine by me.
Mason promised to call me and then I was being dragged out to the car, amusement filling me as I eyed Ryder across the car as he drove.
“Are you really horny or something?”
“I just want to get home, Temp. It’s been a long couple of days, and I didn’t sleep last night. Hopefully, this shit will wake me up, and we can make a plan for this new career of yours,” he answered, glancing at me. “Do you know how much you’ll charge for stuff? Are you just going to do photos and a few videos, or will you do custom stuff and live videos?”
“You know a lot about porn.”
“I've watched enough of it, so I’d be concerned if I didn’t know,” he grinned. “Sell your panties, that’s popular.”
“I could if you stopped tearing them off me,” I deadpanned, unlocking my phone and googling a few things. Prices varied drastically. “Custom videos go for a lot.”
“It’s time-consuming, but I think it would be worth it. Hell, if porn doesn’t work, just fuck people for money,” he said seriously, making me frown.
“I can’t be a hooker.”
“Why not? You’re good in bed, and they’d come fast if they’re not trying to get you off. Quickest money you’d ever make.”
“The reality is that hookers don’t make a lot per client.”
“So? You could charge fifty bucks for a fuck, and you’d be making more than you currently are when you’re on your back for strangers,” he said dryly. “I’ll cut a hole in the bedroom door, and we can open a glory hole business.”
I laughed, making notes on my phone with a bunch of prices and content ideas. “I could totally charge more for sex if I was a famous porn star too.”
By the time we got home, I had a good list to start with. Ryder instantly went in search of his pipe, leaving me to set up the camera. I’d bought a tripod for it to keep it steady, and I placed it in front of the couch to try and get the right angle.
“You’re going to film out here?” he asked as he joined me, dropping onto the couch with the glass pipe and a lighter.
“Why not? I can do some poses on the couch, and the lighting is good,” I shrugged, fiddling with the camera to make sure it was in the right spot before sitting beside him.
He smoked first, anticipation buzzing through me as I waited for him to pass me the pipe.
“You know,” he said as he handed it over and leaned back to watch me, his entire body seeming to relax as the high washed through him. “I think we should just spend a week or two doing nothing but fucking and filming.”
I inhaled the vapor as I heated the crystals, giggling as I blew it back out. “I mean, we were going to fuck all week, so we might as well film it for profit, right? You’ll have to make your own account and get verified if we’re in videos together.”
“I can do that.”
“And maybe you could even film some videos of yourself jerking off. Moan a little, girls pay for that shit,” I answered, putting the pipe down and not caring if it burned the wooden table. “We could make bank, Ry.”
A thoughtful look crossed his face, and I crawled onto his lap, his hands instantly moving to my waist. “Or you could just be good and choke on my dick.”
“I can do that,” I grinned, wiggling on his lap. “Let’s get to work.”
We set up an account for Ryder, and I showed him how to use the camera. He took a few photos of me posing on the couch, and it didn’t take long for him to put the camera back on the tripod to video.
“You can’t cut me up on video. The platforms I’m using don’t like it,” I groaned as he grabbed the zip on my skirt and dragged it down, tugging the offending material off.
“I’m filming it for me,” he chuckled. “Get your tits out.”
I sat up and did as he asked while he stripped off, his eyes wild as they skated across my skin.
“You want to fuck me, Ry?” I purred, lying back and parting my legs so he could see how wet I was, his focus going straight to his name across my mound. “You want to mark me again?”
“Stop talking,” he said sharply as he moved closer, his dick already rock hard in his pants. I reached for him and yanked him on top of me, his lips crushing mine as he forced a finger inside me.
My back arched slightly as he buried his finger deep, brushing his thumb across my clit lightly. “Fuck, Ry?—”
“I said stop talking,” he bit out, making me moan as he replaced his finger with his dick and shoved two fingers in my mouth instead. The taste of my pussy exploded on my tongue, his fingers pressing down on my jaw as he thrust in and out of me. “Good girl. Just how I like you. Quiet and naked.”
His thrusts got harder, and I cried out as he changed angle slightly. He let me come, then he slowed down to push his pants down, moving back into position with his knife in hand.
“You’re going to?” I asked with excitement, a flicker of fear hitting me.
Would he cut too deep?
“Remember, you asked for this,” he said firmly, giving me a second to back out, but I didn’t. He took the knife out of its small case, pressing the tip of the blade to my cleavage. His eyes were dark as he focused on the knife, his attention flicking up to my face when he started pressing down harder, and I cried out as the skin broke and pain hit me.
Delicious fucking pain.
He lined his dick up with my pussy and thrust inside a little, not enough to jostle me too much but enough to confuse my brain as it balanced the fine line of pain and pleasure.
My nails dug into his thigh as I tried to hold onto something, anything to center me again, but he kept slowly fucking me while dragging the knife down my chest, a growl leaving him.
“So fucking perfect.” Blood trickled down my side but he didn’t give a shit about it getting on the couch below us, rubbing his fingers through it to paint my skin. “So pretty.”
I swooned at his words, pulling him down on me again and hearing the knife hit the floor before he railed me hard, my blood mixing with sweat as he claimed me.
No one would ever own my body, it was mine and I’d do what I wanted with it, but my heart?
No one could take that away from Ryder.
There was blood on my hands, but neither of us cared as I threaded my fingers through his hair and yanked on the strands, making him fuck me even harder. He shoved a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose as I came, panic instantly hitting me from not being able to breathe.
I thrashed, trying to break free, but the sick part of me enjoyed seeing the pure lust in his eyes from my fight. His free hand held me down until my body became weak, and I gasped for air as he finally released his grip and grabbed my hips instead, slamming into me over and over again until he cursed loudly and came, his chest heaving as he eyed me.
If that was the best way to make him come, I was all for him repeating it later.
I glanced down at the cut between my boobs, noting it was shallow but still bleeding.
“Shower, then I’m fucking you again,” he murmured, climbing off me and sliding two fingers between my legs, making me jerk as he moved them in and out of me a few times before lifting them to my mouth.
I happily sucked on them, trailing my own hand to my pussy to collect more of his cum and licked my fingers clean as I held his gaze.
“You always taste so fucking good,” I answered, his dick hardening against me.
“Shower. Now,” he demanded, helping me to my feet so he could rinse the blood and cum from my skin, then he dragged me back to the couch and fucked me all over again.