Chapter 25 #3
I stare into Bubba’s eyes, because I know he can make things better. “He killed my mom,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “I think I repressed it, but he did it. He stabbed her and said she slipped.”
Bubba’s eyes widen with rage. “I’ll kill him.”
I think he’s waiting for me to argue, but I’m not arguing. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, Bubba?”
He nods, and then he looks over at Johnny. “We doing this?”
Johnny stares at Pete. “Wood chipper?”
“It still works,” Pete says.
Dad starts hollering, suddenly begging forgiveness, and my stepmother looks horrified.
“Just him, though, right? I’m just an innocent bystander in all this,” she pleads.
Dad glares at her. “Innocent bystander? It was your fuckin’ knife! It was your idea.”
My heart drops, and I can’t bear to look at them, so I hide my face in his neck. “Daddy. Please?”
“I’ll handle it,” Pete says. “Ain’t the first time I’ve had to use it for this. Miss Earline kidnapped Maybelline a couple of years ago, and she tried to use my girl as a human sacrifice. I threw her through face-first.”
“Jesus,” Bubba says.
“Feet first for his Daddy,” Johnny says, putting his hand on my back. “Let the motherfucker feel it.”
Pete guides them both around the house, and Bubba covers my ears, kissing my face all over to distract me from the momentary screams. When it’s done and tears are pouring down my cheeks, I cup his face. “Where were you? I waited.”
He continues kissing my face like he’s scared it’ll disappear if he doesn’t.
“That’s a long story,” Bubba says. He’s got an arm around my waist, and he pulls me even closer against him.
“It seems you landed yourself a stalker, baby. I can’t say I blame the guy, because look at you, but I didn’t like the way he was behaving.
He had a shrine dedicated to you and everything. ”
I blink at him. His words are idiotic. I look at Johnny. “Translate.”
Johnny snickers. “After we saw Mom and Pete take you, we tried to get to Dunsberry, but it was raining really bad. Apparently ClitMasterHarold didn’t take to being blocked too well.
He was looking for you, but he found us after we crashed, and he kept us in his house.
I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t well enough to escape at first. I had to be sure we could get to you safely. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I sniffle. “That’s the stupidest third-act breakup I’ve ever witnessed.”
He kisses me again. “I know, but it’s like that book I told you about, remember? It doesn’t have to make sense, it’s Murder Daddy.”
“I still don’t know what that means. What did you do to the Hare-bear?”
Johnny blushes. “He tried to stab Bubba when we escaped. No one touches Bubba.”
My eyes widen. “Did you kill him?”
He shakes his head. “I tied his ass up, and I carved the word ‘Pedo’ across his forehead with a hunting knife. We found out some disturbing shit about him while we were there, and I felt like the world needed to know so no one would bring their kids around him. Of course, we brought him with us and dropped him off on the streets of Chicago, completely naked, forehead still bleeding, so who knows what happened to him in the end.”
“He’s probably dead in a ditch,” Bubba agrees.
I shrug. “Too bad, so sad for him, I guess.”
Johnny swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Will you tell us now?”
“Huh?”
He blushes. “What you were going to say the night you left. You said you’d tell us in the morning.”
“Johnny, I …” My heart races, and my palms feel a little sweatier than they did before.
“Ah, fuck,” he says, looking panicked. “I’m sorry, Little Dick. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. It’s just, I’ve wanted to hear it so much. Since you said you were going to tell us, I’ve just been clinging on to knowing you’d say it when we finally—"
“I love you,” I blurt out. “Jesus, Johnny, of course I love you.” I’ve got a hand on each of their cheeks, and I’m stroking them with my thumb.
“And I love you, too, Bubs. All my life, I’ve been looking for somewhere to belong.
I’ve been looking for people to make me feel safe the way I’ve always hoped for.
I’ve found it in both of you. I love you both.
” Swallowing, I quickly add, “Do you love me too?”
“Oh, Ezzy,” Bubba says. “Do you have to ask?” The look he’s giving me tells me I don’t, but he has to know how much I want to ask it anyway, because Bubba’s head dips up and down like a seesaw. “Yes, Ezra. Yes, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Little Dick,” Johnny says, and it surprises me to find how much I’ve missed the nickname.
It’s grossly inaccurate, but it’s mine, provided by him, so it’s something I treasure.
Something worth cherishing. “I don’t think I realized how much until you were gone. What we did together in our bedroom—”
“When I fucked you up the butt, sir?”
He chortles. “Yeah. When you fucked me up the butt. I haven’t ever felt anything as close to perfect as that moment was. I made you a promise when you were fucking me raw.”
I scrunch my nose, trying to remember whatever promise he’s talking about.
“You told me you would fall for me if I fall for you. I promised I was going to, and then you were gone. I missed you, Little Dick. I missed my boy.” I rest my forehead against his chest, and his arms wrap around me, holding me close. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”
We kiss, and the rest of the world fades away. There are no more horrible parents who never gave a damn. No more missing pieces in my heart, because those pieces are right here, wrapping me up in their arms.
“I like it here. I like it here a lot,” I say. “There’s not a lake like back at home, so that would suck for both of you, but there’s a pond. Surely there are fish to be fried beneath those treacherous muddy waters.”
“Fuck, you’re cute,” Bubba says, pinching my cheek.
I shrug. “I never know how to respond to that. I know I’m cute, Bubba. You’re just stating facts.”
“You ain’t got to respond to it,” Johnny says. “We like to remind you.”
I’m probably blushing, but who cares? This is Bubba and Johnny. They won’t shame me. “I like when you remind me. Try to remember to remind me all the time.”
“You’ve got it, pretty boy,” Johnny says. “With all the talk of loving it here, I’m guessing you were serious, then? About moving to Dunsberry?”
I nod. “I think so. I mean, we’ll have to get Satan’s Minion in check, but for the most part, it’s positively divine. We’ll need Wi-Fi though.”
“Baby, I don’t think Wi-Fi makes it this far outside the city limits.”
“Not my problem, it’s yours,” I sing-song teasingly. “You wanna eat my hole, so the things I hate are now yours to control.”
“I can’t lie, Ezzy.” Bubba says. “That wasn’t your best rhyme.”
I grab one of his beard hairs and tug with all my might, ripping it out of his face. “You’re my boyfriend. You’re supposed to support me, both emotionally, sexually, and financially. Be a good boyfriend!”
“Bad boy,” he pops my ass. “That hurt. Don’t pull my beard again.”
“But it’s so fun to pull!”
Bubba shrugs. “Find a new hobby. Now, listen, I want to be a good boyfriend, Ezzy. I’m trying my hardest, but I can’t just lie to save your feelings. It was a shit rhyme, and you put no thought into it. I can’t lie to you about poetry. I won’t.”
“Of course you can. Married couples do it all the time.”
“And did you see where that landed me last time? All the lies. Branded an absent father. Ridiculed by upstanding members of society.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jaden was eighteen when you split with his mom. He was already away at college. I don’t know why you always make it sound like you left for a pack of cigarettes and never came home, leaving Faith to raise a toddler alone.”
“Well, this is Jaden we’re talking about,” Johnny says. Point taken.
“Johnny,” I whisper, and the smile that touches his face is one of the prettiest smiles I’ve ever seen.
“Hey, Little Dick.”
“Missed you so much.” I place my hand on top of his, holding him snugly against me. Closing my eyes, I purr like a kitten, leaning into the touch, soaking up his love like a sponge. “But if you ever call me that again—”
“You’ll eat it up,” he teases. “You know you love when I say it.”
“I know no such thing.” I bury my face in Bubba’s neck, but Johnny’s not putting up with my antics, apparently, because he takes me by the chin and tugs until I’m looking right at him.
“Lie to me one more time,” he warns, and fuck if the commanding tone doesn’t do things to me. Dizzying things. Delightful things. Dick-riding things.
I swallow nervously. “What are you gonna do about it, Daddy?”
Bubba stares down at me, smirking. “I don’t know what he plans to do with you, but I know what I’d like to do.”
My hole clenches in anticipation. “What?”
He looks back at Johnny. “Have you ever been to Paris, bro?”
Johnny shakes his head. “The farthest I’ve ever been from Dunsberry is Minnesota.”
Bubba licks his lips. “I’d suggest you bust out your passport.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re about to see the Eiffel Tower.”
Johnny’s eyes practically light up. “Like in those videos we used to watch?”
“Yep. Do me a favor and go warm our boy up.” He hands me over to Johnny like I’m light as a feather, and my cock is currently stiff as a board. I nestle against Johnny, enjoying how good he feels when I’m wrapped around him like this. “I’ll be inside in a second.”
I scrunch my brows. “You’re not coming with us?”
“I’ll be there in a minute, I just have to talk to—” He looks around the property as if he’s seeking out a scapegoat. I don’t know why he needs one, but Johnny’s giving me his classic fuck-me eyes, so who cares?
“He’s going to get me nice and loose for you, Daddy. I'm going to make you both feel so good, sir.”
Bubba kisses me gently on the lips. “You always make us feel good, baby. It’s our job to return the favor.
” He gives Johnny a quick kiss like the one he just gave me, and then he hands me over to him, and turns and tries to walk back toward Ladonna’s house, wincing with pain as he places his foot on the ground.
Stumbling, he reaches into the back of the vehicle and pulls out a pair of crutches.
"Sorry, baby. I'm going to have to use these until we I get all healed up. "
I blink at him. “You need to have your leg seen to. If it's broken, we need to get you to the hospital.”
Bubba just rolls his eyes and tosses the crutch behind him, walking to the house, fit as ever, mumbling something about it not needing to make sense, because it's Murder Daddy, whatever the fuck that means.
“You don’t know how much I missed you, Ez,” Johnny says when it’s only him and me.
“I had Bubba, but without you, it was like being given water but no food. I got by, but I wasn’t nourished.
” He presses his forehead against mine and tightens the hold he has on me, pulling me even closer against his hip.
“I didn’t know how much I needed you until I didn’t have you anymore.
I love you, and I don’t want to spend another day without you. Without either of you.”
“I feel the same way. I just walked around in a haze the whole time, trying to think of a way to get back to you. To make it home, because that’s what you and Bubs are. You’re my home.”
“Then I guess it’s only right to say, welcome home.” He looks around the property, chewing his cheek. “Where have you been staying?” I point at the little shack, just a few yards away. Johnny’s lip curls into a smile. “They put you in Mr. Fister?”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Mr. Fister?”
“Yeah. Mr. Fister. It’s where all us boys went when we needed to shoot a load as kids. The building is over two-hundred years old. I’m pretty sure the thousands of dried loads are acting like some sort of glue. It’s probably the only reason the place ain’t fallen down yet.”
I swallow, my cock throbbing. “That’s disgusting.” My voice is barely a whisper, and it’s got this gravelly texture to it that takes me by surprise.
“You’ve been sleeping on the mattress, haven’t you?”
“No.”
He uses the hand that was just stroking my cheek to spank my ass. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, boy.”
I whine obscenely, burying my face in his neck, squealing, “Daddy!”
“Hush, baby. Don’t cry. I want you to be a good boy. Can you do that for me?”
I look up, wiping a tear away. “I’ll try.”
“That’s all I’m asking. Now, answer the question. You’ve been sleeping on that old mattress, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Why, sir?”
His grip tightens around my ass. “I used to fuck that mattress. I’d strip myself down to nothing, and I’d grind my cock against it trying to picture someone worth fucking.
I must’ve shot at least five-hundred loads into it.
Probably more.” He trails his fingers down the crevice of my crack.
“You’ve been sleeping on top of a decade’s worth of my jizz.
” The moment his finger brushes against my entrance, I’m a goner.
“You don’t know how fuckin’ hard that gets me, do you? ”
“No, sir. But I want to find out.”
He smirks. “Ask and you’ll receive, Little Dick.”