Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
A wall inside of me is crumbling. I’ve been aware of the cracks for a while, but I didn’t expect it to break at the hands of a cute brunette in a turtleneck.
Prue wraps her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. When her tongue invades my mouth, I try to think about anything but my throbbing cock. It’s a hard task when she is practically humping me right now. Her bare pussy is dripping onto the front of my jeans.
I gave her permission to leave and have no way of knowing if she will take it. I don’t like the idea of her being somewhere I can’t protect her, so I’m determined not to cum and give her a reason to try to leave.
When she compared me to her controlling ex and father, it broke me.
The idea of her seeing me in the same light as them made me want to sink through the floor.
Disappear from existence. I can’t stand the thought of her seeing me like that.
Being compared to them might be the lowest anyone has ever made me feel.
But I know I can’t tell her that. I won’t use pity to try to make her stay.
I can’t say I blame her. I don’t even hold the pain against her. She is right to feel how she feels. I am holding her hostage in a sense. It’s for her own good, but that doesn’t change what it is.
I think watching me break down made her feel bad.
Guilty even. It’s probably the only reason she is pushing her tongue down my throat right now.
She is trying to make up for the wounds she’s been giving me, not knowing her simply existing is repairing far worse wounds, made by far worse people.
Her punches hurt in different ways, but I’d take them over my own any day.
She pulls back, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck, as her blue eyes meet mine.
“Babe?” she questions for the third time.
“Did you call him babe?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Did you call her baby?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Oh.” She tilts her head. “Benny?” She tries that but her face scrunches up. I try not to wince at that name. It’s a pet name only one person has ever used, and that makes bile rise in my throat. “Handsome. No.” She shakes her head. “What should I call you?”
“Don’t call me anything,” I say, letting my hands slide up and down her sides. “I rather hear my name coming from your lips than anything else.”
“Mmm.” She smiles. “Ben.”
“Yeah. I like the way that sounds best.”
“Ben, would you please fuck me? Fill me with your big cock and then your cum?”
“No.”
“Why not?” She pouts. “I won’t leave. You can cum and I’ll stay.”
“I don’t trust you.” I plant a kiss on her collarbone. “You’re evil and cruel and I’m not falling for your trap.”
“It isn’t a trap. I promise.” She pulls back again, staring into my eyes. “I’m really sorry I was so mean. I didn’t mean it, not really. I’ll stay. I just want your cock in me, please? It makes me feel better.”
She is far too good at getting what she wants from me. Part of me is determined to not cave this time. Let her see how it feels to be tortured, but I don’t have it in me to do that to her.
She shifts slightly, letting her cunt guide around the outline of my cock. I’m about to give in. About to throw her on the floor and fuck her senseless when the door shakes from someone pounding on it. Both our heads snap to the door.
She turns back to me, eyebrows raised.
I shrug as she slides off me. She scrambles for her clothes, and I try to will my cock to go soft as the pounding continues.
The possibilities of who is on the other side are endless, but none of them are good.
I hope beyond reason it’s Wes coming to check on me. I didn’t exactly give him a reason not to be worried when we spoke moments ago. It would be in his nature to come try to save me, but something tells me my confession at the end would give him pause.
He would be the first person to say love makes you do crazy things. But I doubt he thought I’d ever be this far into it.
I’m grateful Prue hasn’t brought up my words yet. Maybe she didn’t hear them. Too busy touching herself to notice the word love come from my mouth, but she did bring up Janet, so maybe she is just choosing to ignore it.
That would be best for both of us. We do not have a chance in hell at making whatever this is work. Too much pain and drama exist, and I don’t know the first thing about being a boyfriend. Let alone loving someone.
“Benjamin Parker,” a voice on the other side shouts. “Open up.” I’m overly aware by the authority in their voice that I’m about to be arrested. I’m not exactly sure what the charge will be, but either way this isn’t good.
Sighing, I turn to Prue as she steps up beside me.
“Who is that?”
“I need you to listen to me. Okay? I know you have a habit of not listening to me, but this time I need you to follow my orders.” She nods.
“Stay here.” I pick up my phone from the floor and thrust it into her hand.
“Call Wes. Tell him I’ve been arrested. He will get me a lawyer, but I probably won’t be out until Monday.
I need you to stay here. My wallet is somewhere, buy whatever you need, use it for anything, but just don’t go back to Cameron’s unless he is home.
I need you to stay safe for me, okay, baby? ”
“Ben, what are you talking about?”
The pounding starts again, and I sigh.
“Either your piece of shit ex or your shitty father called the cops on me,” I say, walking to the door. “Can’t be sure what the charges will be, but regardless, I’m going to be spending the night in jail.” I swing open the door.
Two police officers stand there. One is tall but balding, the other is short with greasy hair. Their name badges read Ortiz and Babcock.
“Benjamin Parker?” Ortiz asks. His bald head shines from the hall lights. Matches Babcock’s greasy hair.
“Good evening, officers, how can I help you tonight?”
“Are you Benjamin Parker?” Babcock asks.
“In the flesh.”
Ortiz reaches for my arm, pulling me out the door and spinning me around.
“You’re under arrest,” Babcock says.
“For what?” Prue says, coming into view. “What are you arresting him for?”
“Assault with a deadly weapon,” Babcock replies.
“Oh. Spicy.” I smile before pressing my finger to my lip, signaling to Prue to not say anything, while Ortiz yanks my other hand behind my back. The pain in my side and shoulder makes me see spots, but Prue’s face brings me back to the moment.
“Where are you taking him?” Prue asks, hands on her hips, glaring at them. It’s hot, and the idea of her glaring while I’m being handcuff turns me on.
“To jail,” Babcock replies. “Any weapons?”
I’m so glad I tossed the bloody pocketknife in the sink earlier. I do not need to give them anything to use against me.
“Nope. Just my massive penis.”
“Do you want that on the record?” Ortiz asks.
“That I have a giant penis? Fuck yeah, I want that on the record. I’d love nothing more than to prove that to a jury of my peers.”
I’m slightly disappointed when Prue’s eyes don’t do a loop after my comment. I thought for sure that would get a reaction from her, but she just stares, a worried look etched into her face.
Ortiz laughs though. “That smart mouth of your is going to be a problem, isn’t it?” he asks.
“Ask her. My mouth can get me out of a lot more trouble than it creates.” I smirk. This time Prue’s eyes do roll as she shoots me a pointed look. “I’ll see you soon, baby.” I wink.
This isn’t my first time being arrested, but it is the first time it’s gone to the point of getting my fingerprints and mugshot taken. I’m usually let go, but I haven’t been arrested since high school, so this is new to me.
I’ve gotten much better at not getting caught or the people I fought weren’t dumb enough to press charges. Of course, I’ve taken to verbal assaulting people more than physical.
Leave it to Prue to cause me to stray off track.
She is worth it though. I could spend my life in prison if it meant she was safe. And I have a feeling that’s going to be a real possibility.
Assault with a deadly weapon? What a load of crap. It was a pocketknife, that was sharp enough to pierce my shoulder, but still. Charles is pathetic for calling the cops on me. No doubt he is teaming up with her father now.
They couldn’t just let her be. Which, trust me, I get it, but given how neither of the pricks really care about her, I don’t understand why they can’t just get in bed together and leave her out of it.
What does it matter if Charles marries her? If the two families want to go in business, why does marriage have to be involved? This isn’t the olden days for crying out loud.
I sit in a questioning room, waiting for someone to come ask me questions I have no plans on answering. It would only do me harm to talk to anyone without my lawyer present.
“Mr. Parker.” A female detective walks in with her male counterpart behind her. “We got some questions for you.”
“I have one answer for you, dear.” I smile.
“And that is?”
“I’m not speaking without my lawyer present.”
“Is that really the road you want to take,” the male counterpart speaks.
I nod.
“All we want is some information on what happened. He says one thing, you say another, maybe we find out this is all a big misunderstanding,” the woman says, playing good cop. They sent in a woman undoubtedly thinking the playboy rock star would be more willing to speak to a chick.
I shrug.
“Come on, buddy, give us your side of the story,” the guy says, folding his arms. “The guy is like twice your size, I’m sure you didn’t have much choice on how you decided to fight back.”
I stare at him. They haven’t said Charles’ name, most likely hoping I bring him up, and that sets me at the scene. I’m not stupid. I watched enough TV to know how this works.
“Well, you know, it’s Saturday night and most lawyers don’t work on weekends, so looks like you will be spending some time in a cell.”
“Cool. But I do get a phone call, right?”
“Eventually.”
I just nod.
My only hope is that Prue has called Wes and stays fucking put. Not knowing is probably going to drive me crazy and keep me up all night, but I have little choice at this moment.
Whatever happens from here on out, I just have to hope Prue realizes she is worth more than either of those dicks have to offer her. Hopefully my sacrifice will be enough to convince her to let herself be happy.