21. A Wild Dog #2
Deja squinted at the bottle. “It’s oil for my scalp.”
Keith nodded with a hum as he read the bottle. “Oh, right. Cause you get ashy.”
Deja looked at him, startled. “Boy, did you just call me ashy?!”
Keith blinked at her. “...No? …Yes? Renee said- Oh, wait. Is this one of those things that only Black people can say-”
“ Yes ! If you ever call me ashy again, I might just slap you out of reflex,” she scoffed while turning her back to him to slip on one of Jax’s long t-shirts.
Feeling aroused, Keith arched a brow as he stared at her naked backside before the shirt covered it. “Can you slap me anyway? That’s a huge fucking turn-on.”
“Can you leave?”
“No, I wanna oil your scalp.”
“What?! No! Keith, get out, you weirdo!”
“Oh, come on, baby girl. It must be tiring having to do all of this by yourself.”
Deja shook her head. “I’m fine-”
“Baby girl,” Keith said, cutting her off. “I am dying, dying to touch you. I need an excuse. Any excuse to- to make you feel good. If not with my tongue, at least with my fingers…”
Deja looked at him wearily, unamused by his lewd joke. “Fine. But you’re not touching me with a bloodstained vest.”
“This is why you should have just let me shower with you,” Keith said, peeling off his vest.
Deja sharply exhaled as she quickly glanced over his chest. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to the violently drastic contrast between his scarred skin and his overwhelming tattoos.
She watched him disappear into the bathroom and heard the water run for a few minutes before he returned, a towel hanging around his neck and two couch pillows tucked under his arms. Keith placed the pillows on the floor in front of the bed, then motioned for Deja to sit down.
Deja raised a surprised brow before she sat down on the pillows. Grabbing the oil and a rat-tail comb, Keith sat on the bed behind her. “You sure you know what you’re doing?” Deja asked, concerned.
“Course. Renee briefly demonstrated and sent me a bunch of YouTube videos as she was calling me a useless, murderous white boy,” Keith said, carefully parting her hair.
Deja couldn’t hold in her laughter. “I’m glad she gathered you.”
“She’s called us worst,” Keith smirked. “Dude, your head is so tiny. You have all this hair and this tiny-ass head.”
“Shut up. Don’t insult my head. Hold on, here,” she said, grabbing the comb from him. “Try to make the parts smaller,” Deja said, separating her hair with her fingers.
“Ahh… okay…” he said, watching her attentively. Deja dropped her hands in her lap as she watched Keith through the mirror. His pierced tongue hanging out of his mouth as he concentrated made her grin. She had never seen the chaotic serial killer so focused.
Her shoulders relaxed at how tenderly his fingers massaged the oil into her roots as she leaned back against the bed, caged between his legs. It was eerily peaceful. Uncharacteristically soothing.
“My mother used to do this for me all the time when I was a little girl…” she said quietly. She swallowed hard as she stared at the floor. “...I miss her so much…”
Keith paused as he looked at her through the mirror. He anxiously bit his lip, itching to say something before he shook his head and went back to focusing on her hair. Deja looked at Keith through the mirror as the music from outside the bedroom echoed around them.
“...I feel so crude… I feel so dumb, yeah… wild dog… wild fucking dog, what are you good for…”
“What is up with that song?” she asked.
Keith looked at her. “You like it?”
“Um-”
“Hold on,” he said, getting up from the bed and wiping his hands on his jeans.
He disappeared from the bedroom, and Deja heard the music go off before he returned with earphones.
Crouching down in front of her, he placed them into her ears before touching his phone.
The heavy metal music blasted in her ears.
She looked at him, startled, as he mouthed “tell me what you think” before sitting on the bed again. Deja listened to the music as Keith continued with her hair. The lyrics were even more morbid than she realized. But even more shocking… It was his voice.
“This is you?” she asked, removing an earphone.
“Yeah. I wrote that song over a decade ago, back in high school.”
Deja’s face fell. “Keith… these lyrics…”
Keith smirked. “You gonna tell me I need therapy?”
“I’ve been telling you that.”
Keith rolled his eyes with a grin.
“I guess this partially explains why you’re so violent…” she sighed.
Keith snorted. “Not even close- Why am I still being judged for defending you?”
“It’s not like he was trying to kill me, Keith.”
Keith shook his head. “He was a fucking bigot, Deja. Fuck him! Seriously, fuck him !”
Deja was taken aback by the sudden anger in his voice.
His fingers trembling as he tried to temper himself.
“My parents used to make me read Roselyn’s Memoir multiple times a year.
I’ve dissected every passage since I was 12.
I know it by heart at this point. But there’s a chapter that resonates with me the most… The Irredeemable .”
Deja listened to him curiously.
“She talks about how fiercely she defended her family and friends by killing indiscriminately. Because who the fuck can you trust? No one. Not even the ones you’re supposed to.
The violence. The gore. The terror she was accused of simply for protecting those she loves doesn’t come close to matching the unbearable suffering, pain, and trauma her world made her endure. ”
Keith paused as he got lost in his thoughts.
“‘ Beneath this fragile, cracked skin, I am broken, bleeding, a shell of myself, falling into oblivion, forever forgotten. Forever hated,’ ” Keith recited from the Memoir.
“She wasn’t lonely . She was abandoned .
Treated like a fucking monster for simply existing.
Both micromanaged like a fucking criminal yet rendered invisible like she didn’t fucking matter. ”
Keith sharply exhaled. “‘They destroy my heart before my eyes and expect me not to retaliate as if my feelings are as manufactured as the weapons they target me with’, ” Keith recited the Memoir again.
Keith’s eyes met Deja’s through the mirror.
“I can count on one hand how many people I give a shit about. I see you, and… and I fiercely want to protect you. To fuck the living shit out of you until your body explodes with pleasure. Until you’re as addicted to me as I am to you.
And… and to love you with every ounce of poisonous, toxic blood that flows through the decrepit veins of this wild dog you hate so fucking much… ”
Deja blinked at Keith in awe of his rapid, raw confession as the other earphone fell from her ear, his music still blasting.
“Th-that’s… that’s good…” she said, carefully pulling his hand from her hair.
Keith shuddered at her touch as Deja twisted her mouth at the dried blood that still stained his neck. “You still have blood on you, Keith…”
Keith looked down at his chest and was immediately distracted by the hard-on pressed against Deja’s back. “...oh… my bad…”
Standing up, Deja placed the oil and comb back on the dresser, then grabbed her wet towel and stood over him.
She hesitated for a moment, his resentful words wrapped in years of agony still lingering in her mind as she carefully wiped the blood from his shoulder.
She couldn’t tell if she was trembling or if he was… or if they both were.
Keith stared at her plump stomach through the thin shirt. “I’m… I’m trying so fucking hard, baby girl,” Keith groaned, grabbing the back of her thighs as he leaned his head against her stomach.
She could feel him breathing heavily against her stomach as if he were trying to control himself.
His fingers inched up the back of her thighs beneath her shirt and firmly grabbed her ass.
“But goddamn, you make me so fucking hard,” he groaned into her pelvis, aggressively squeezing her cheeks so roughly he lifted her onto her toes.
“Keith!” Deja gasped, falling onto his head and shoulders as his face buried into the soft pudge beneath her stomach. His tongue tracing her stretchmarks and his tongue ring tickling her with each stroke.
Her fingers buried into his hair as his tongue dragged over her panties, trying to slide between her labia to caress her clit. His hands eagerly tugging at her clothes. “Oh god, Keith! Keith, wait-” Deja moaned breathlessly. But he was already standing to his feet as he lifted her into his palms.
Deja’s head whipped as Keith spun her around and tossed her onto the bed. Leaning over her, Keith stared down at her, hungrily biting his lip. “I fucking love your hair like this,” he said, pulling at her damp kinks.
Deja groaned. “Stop doing that,” she whimpered.
“Doing what-” he asked, pushing his face into her neck.
“Making me like you!” she said, pushing his face away.
Keith threw his head back with laughter.
“Welcome to the fucking club, baby girl! Now you know how I feel! I hope you suffer! Payback is a bitch,” he grinned, sucking her finger into his mouth.
Deja attempted to protest, but was immediately cut off by the way his fingers stroked her over her panties.
“I know. I know. I can’t fuck you… yet…” he said, watching her lips part in ecstasy.
Keith couldn’t watch her lips long enough before he was sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Her thighs tightened around his wrist, and her back arched as he stroked her more fervently.
His tongue wrestling hers for dominance as he felt her dampen.
His pierced tongue slid across her cheek.
“...but that doesn’t mean I can’t worship this body… ”
Keith’s blonde hair dragged across her chest as his lips scoured her skin. His tongue lavished every curve and crevice before sliding down her torso, painting her stomach. Deja gripped his hair before he could move beneath her panties. “Keith,” she protested.
“Come on, Deja. I know you’re horny and dying to be fucked. It’s been weeks…” Keith said, pushing his nose against her pussy.
“We can’t- I can’t. Besides, I’m hungry,” she sighed, trying to stave off her arousal.
“So, am I, baby girl, so let me eat…” he begged.
“I’m craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich,” she insisted.
“And I’m craving this pussy-”
“Keith!” Deja laughed. “Come on!”
“I’m trying to cum, but you won’t let me!” he whined. Deja laughed so hard she snorted. “Did you just snort?!” Keith cackled. “You adorable fucking dork!”
“Shut up! Move!” she said, pushing him off.
“Fine,” Keith sighed. “I’ll feed the princess.”
Deja squealed as Keith picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “Keith!”
“Don’t worry, your highness. I shall fill your belly with food rather than my cum. Though I heard semen is high in protein-”
“You are so disgusting! Stop talking!” she cackled, slapping his back. “And put me down!”
Keith walked into the kitchen and sat her down on the kitchen counter. “So pushy, goddamn,” he grinned.
“I can make my own sandwich,” she started.
“Peanut butter and jelly is for children. I can do better,” Keith said, grabbing several items from the cabinet. He held up a jar of melted marshmallows. “Peanut butter… and fluff .”
Deja raised a brow. “...marshmallows?”
“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Keith said, spreading peanut butter and fluff onto the bread. “Used to eat this all the time as a kid.”
“I haven’t had marshmallows since I was a kid,” Deja said.
“Look at you denying yourself the finer things in life,” he said, holding up a marshmallow to her lips. Deja rolled her eyes with a smirk before she ate the marshmallow from his fingers, licking the white sticky sweetness from around her lips.
Keith watched her tongue dance, almost entranced, as his blue eyes clouded completely. “I… I swear to Roselyn, I fucking hate you. So fucking much,” he groaned, stepping back. “God, I fucking can’t- You are so fucking evil!”
“What-” she said, looking at him, startled. But he was already rushing to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”
“To blow my fucking load before I explode, you evil-ass witch!” he shouted before the bathroom door slammed. Deja snorted before bursting into laughter. Keith was a goofball. She loved that he made her still feel… attractive .
She hopped off the counter, munching, and went to look out the window.
She missed Chloe.
But just as she pulled back the curtain, the door swung open before Ian and Caleb entered. “Oh!” Deja said, startled. She instinctively pulled her shirt down. She didn’t know why she felt embarrassed.
They both looked at her, surprised. Not because she was walking around in a shirt and panties, but because…
“Hey. You look… satiated …” Caleb said curiously, noting the light in her eyes and the puff in her cheeks.
Deja felt flustered and randomly held up her sandwich. “Yeah, well… I was hungry. So I ate- I mean I’m… eating…”
“Uh-huh…” Ian’s eyes glowered as the bathroom door opened and a shirtless Keith stepped into the hallway. “...glad to see you’re feeling better…”
Deja sensed the curtness in Ian’s tone as jealousy danced in his light blue eyes.
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