Chapter 27
TYLER
I grip Denny’s hips as I jerk mine upward, slamming my cock into his tight hole. “Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” I grit out. “Such a perfect ass, Denny.”
I’m not entirely sure how we ended up in this position. Kind of reverse cowboy where he’s on my dick but facing away. He’s not riding me, though. His weight is leaning backwards on his arms, and I’m looking at the sexy muscles of his back flex and ripple.
He’s on his knees, but because he’s leaning backward and his pelvis and torso are kind of arched forward, he’s not moving. He’s letting me fuck him.
Letting. Forced to. Same difference.
This position also means his glutes are engaged as he keeps himself upright for me to fuck him. It means he’s extra tight. He alternates between letting his head fall backward and filling the room with whorish moans and keeping his head up. Maybe so he can look at my slutty socks.
“You’re sexy as fuck,” I complain. “You have no right being this sexy.”
Denny grunts. I wish I could see the way his dick bounces on his sexy abs.
“We need a mirror over the bed,” I demand. “I need to see the way your dick strains right now. I want to see it dance and bob and fuck. You’re trying to strangle me. Best ass ever. Best everything ever.”
Denny moans, once more letting his head fall backward. His arms shake now. Does that mean he’s close, or is he struggling to keep himself upright?
“Want to lie on me, Denny? Lie down and let me fuck you?”
In answer, Danny adjusts, so he’s on his elbows instead of his hands. He shifts on my cock, almost sliding out, while he gets his feet under him and then lies the rest of the way down. Immediately, I wrap my arms around his chest, but he’s so fucking big that I can barely reach my hands together.
“Be a good boy and put your hands under my ass. Keep them there.”
He does, and it’s a giddy kind of high that he obeys my demand.
“Good. Spread your legs. That’s it. Now I’m going to fuck you until you come like a fire hose.”
It’s a game of give and take. I fuck him hard and long, slowing when I get too close. He does spray like a fountain, just as I wanted him to. It’s the loudest I’ve ever heard him come, too. He’s almost always a loud moaner and groaner, but he generally becomes breathless when he comes.
Not this time. His cries fill the room and my head, making me dizzy. Then he’s even louder as I continue to fuck him. I feel high. I feel like the world around me is all trippy with bleeding colors and liquid walls that are dripping.
Though he’s certainly bigger and stronger than me, it feels like he can’t break free of my hold, and I keep him to my chest while I continue to fuck into his ass. His used, spent body.
“Such a fucking good boy,” I grit out. Does he like being called a good boy? The words keep spilling as I tell him how good he is. How slutty his hole is. I might wear slutty socks, but he has the slutty hole. Slutty, slutty, perfect hole.
His fingers dig into my ass cheeks. When I finally release, my eyes roll into the back of my head. Jesus fuck, I’m never going to get enough of this. Never. I’d best die just like this—orgasming with Denny Willow.
His quiet whimpers continue as the minutes pass. I’m kinda sad when they eventually stop. Such sexy sounds.
Eventually, he rolls off me and then toward me so he can pull me into his chest. I struggle to get the condom off in this position since he doesn’t want to give me room to do so. I’m pretty sure it slops onto the floor when I toss it behind me.
Denny’s phone rings, and he sighs heavily. I feel him adjust so he can pick up his head to see his phone. Then his head drops again.
“Not important?”
“I don’t know. If they’re calling to tell me more about what my fucking mother is doing, I need a break.”
“Your friends?”
“Yeah. Kroy this time.”
Over the past twenty-four hours, his mother has been nonstop spewing shit on the internet. Thankfully, it appears that most people are calling her on her crazy. But you always have the sheep who simply believe whatever someone vomits all over social media.
We haven’t addressed it. No one has. Denny did as Coach Shively suggested and called the police. There are already charges pending because of her last visit. Denny wants to bury her in charges but didn’t know where to go.
By the time he got off the phone, he had a text from Ren with the number of his lawyer buddy. Imry Van Doren. The note said that he’s a contract lawyer, but he’s already spoken to Imry and he’ll put Denny in touch with someone in the Van Doren law firm if Denny chooses to call.
After the sixth post with increasingly more outlandish and serious accusations, Denny made the call.
You’d have to live under a mountain to not have heard the name Van Doren at this point.
In fact, you’d still have heard the name because it was probably a Van Doren who made living under a mountain possible.
I don’t know who Aspen Van Doren is but their answer to this bullshit is swift and vicious. Their words ring loudly in my ears. “This is as good as over, Mr. Willow.”
I asked if that means all the posts will stop, and the ones already there will be taken down. The answer was “in time,” but regardless of what the Winnipeg franchise wants, the Van Doren Law Office will be making a statement within the next twenty-four hours on behalf of their client.
We spent an ungodly number of hours on the phone with Aspen.
Denny recounted his childhood. How his mother showed up and how she got his address.
He sent the recordings—not just of his mother but of the visits of CAS and the police.
He also sent Ty’s well-child checks, stating that he’d have the newest within the next few days and that one specifically has an abuse exam.
Last night at about seven, Aspen made a statement on social media condemning Denny’s mother, the accusations, and promising that she will be slapped with heavy, heavy charges.
There was nothing about his mother or Denny otherwise.
No defense. No reason that his mother is out of her mind. No truth to what kind of person she is.
All those details I wish would be laid bare for the world, but that’s Denny’s choice. It’s a public matter. I respect that. But I wish so fucking hard that we could shout to the world how she raised her kids.
“What’re you thinking?” Denny asks.
I love his hands in my hair. The way his fingers play with my hair and massage my head. It has me practically purring. At the very least, I turn to putty in his arms.
“Just wondering what we’re going to find online today.”
The phone rings again, and Denny sighs. “I suppose we’re going to find out.” Using his big body, Denny rolls us until he’s flattening me to reach for his phone. I laugh as he rolls us back to how we’d been lying.
“Kroy. Can’t you take a hint?” Denny asks when he answers. Because I hear Kroy’s answer, clear as if he’s in the room, I know he’s answered on speakerphone.
“Sorry, man. I hear kids don’t let you sleep in, so I assumed you’d be up.”
“I’m not up,” Denny says. “And I know you mean well, but I’m kind of over hearing what my mother is saying right now.”
“I know. I’m calling to tell you that someone is blasting her. Last name is not Willow, but there’s some wild shit being slung back at her about how she was an abusive parent and that maybe she’s throwing her shame at her kid to hide her own guilt.”
Denny tilts his head. “What’s the name?”
“Tabitha Landry? There’s a whole bunch of comments on the post agreeing and offering more ‘witness testimony’ as evidence. The post has gone viral. It’s all over. I expect you’re going to have no less than a thousand tags, man.”
Wow.
“Awesome. I hope someone tagged Aspen. I don’t particularly want to deal with it.”
“Yes, Van Doren Law has been tagged at least as many times as you have been.”
“Well, that’s good. I guess.”
“Do you know this person?”
“No, but maybe a neighbor? A classmate? No idea. I didn’t make any ties that I kept. When I left, I never looked back.”
“Understood. I just wanted you to know that someone is trying to hold your mother accountable. That’s all. And warn you about the tags so you’re not startled.”
“Thanks.”
“Sure. What’s the plan today?”
“Relax. Gym. I don’t have solid plans.”
“You up for company?”
“No. You fuckers have germs.”
Kroy laughs. “Talk to you later. Take care, huh?”
“Yep.”
The call ends and Denny settles into me again. I chew the inside of my lip as an unwelcome thought occurs to me. I try to shake it off but it gets louder.
“Denny?”
“Mmm?”
“You’re not hiding me, are you?”
I feel his amusement. “You’ve met them all. How would I be hiding you?”
“No. I guess I mean… this? Whatever we are. Is that why you don’t want them to come over? Is that why you go to one of their houses instead of having them come here?”
His hand grips my hair, firmly but gently, and pulls my head back so I have to look into his face. “No. Do you really feel like that’s what I’m doing?”
“I don’t know. It’s not something I’ve thought about, but the idea started niggling at me just now, and I can’t shake it.”
“I’m not hiding you. I really am just slightly terrified of all the germs in the world that could hurt Ty. I swear.”
“Okay.”
He doesn’t appear to be totally convinced that I accept that.
I’m not sure I accept it. “Maybe we need to talk about this. If I’m keeping what we’re doing secret, it’s not a conscious decision, but since we’ve agreed not to define what we’re doing, maybe I just don’t want to talk about it so I don’t have to stumble my way through explaining what I don’t know. ”
“Then… are we ready to talk about it?”
“I think maybe we are. What do you want?”
“To be with you.”
Denny’s lips curl into a soft smile. “Good. I’m not sure I was going to accept any other answer from you. That means we’re on the same page, then. We’re together.”
“I—yes.”
“You’re hesitating. Why?”
I chew the inside of my lip and think about my sister. “I feel like I’m stabbing Sally in the back,” I admit. “You’re her fiancé. Even if you didn’t want to marry her and she didn’t want to marry you. Those are technicalities outside of the facts.”
“I think you have that backwards. The facts are that neither of us wanted to marry the other. The technicality was that neither of us expressed as much to the other. I know my reasons. I’m curious what hers were.”
“Ugh,” I complain. “Tell me about it.”
“I’m not trying to make this as crass as it’s going to sound, but Tyler, she’s not here. She’s not coming back. I’m not going to put my life on hold because we didn’t break up before she died. I may not know Sally the way you did, but I’m positive she wouldn’t want me to either.”
Denny’s fingers trail my jaw, and I close my eyes. “You’re right. She wouldn’t have wanted that.”
“I’m glad we agree on that. I’m not into sleeping with assholes just because they’re beautiful. I have to actually like their personality, and I believe Sally was a good person.”
“She was. The best.”
“Okay, then I’m going to go out on a limb and suggest that she’d want you to be happy. She’d want me to be happy. Do you think she’d have a problem if we were happy together?”
I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.
Even if not directly voicing that question.
I’m pretty sure that the voices in my head, filling me with doubt, are self-doubt.
Do I actually think Sally would be mad at me for falling for her…
unwanted fiancé? That’s not the word. Pretend isn’t quite right.
That doesn’t change the question. Do I think she’d be mad at me?
Would she support me? Would she ever be happy for me?
“I keep wanting to say no, but there’s a loud voice in my head screaming about how wrong it is.”
“It’s only wrong if Sally would be upset, but even then, I’m going to reference my previous statement.
She’s not coming back, Tyler. I’d give up a lot to bring your sister back and make sure Ty has his mother, but that’s not reality.
Right now, we need to proceed with that in mind.
We need to live every day with that in mind.
We can’t build a life around us based on what Sally wants because she’s simply not here. ”
I sniff and nod. “Okay then… yes, this is what I want. I want to be with you.”
Denny presses his lips to mine. “Good to hear.”
“Now what?”
He kisses me again and reaches beyond me. I can’t see what he’s doing. It isn’t until there’s ringing in the room and a series of voices answering that I realize he’s made a call. My heart jumps in my chest.
“You’re all coming over on Friday,” Denny says. “Fuck help you if you’re sick. I will bury you in my backyard if you get my baby sick.”
Laughter fills the room.
“What changed your mind?” I’m pretty sure that’s Kroy’s voice.
Denny sighs. His arms tighten. “Lots of things, but none of them are going to be shared over the phone. Friday. Lunch. Here. You all better be fucking healthy. Healthy enough to donate a kidney.”
“It’s so cute how you’ve embraced daddy bear,” Kroy says. I’m confident that’s Kroy this time. “Kind of hot, Denny.”
“Shut up. We in agreement?”
A chorus of confirmations follows his question.
“Good. Also, for the rest of today, I don’t want to hear what my mother is doing online. I’m not opening social media. I need a break.”
“I’m not downplaying your threshold for this kind of drama, but I’m reminded of the shit Adak Nemaczekk went through a few years ago with his boyfriend. Remember all the loud chaos online from his boyfriend’s family?”
I don’t know them well enough to distinguish between anyone other than Kroy and Ren. Ren because he has a very Zen tone in a soothing Chinese accent. Kroy, because I feel like I’ve heard his voice more often than the others.
For a while, we lie in bed, and I listen to them talk. They remember the events of Adak and move on to hockey. Naturally. They talk about Ty, and my stomach flutters when they ask about me.
I like this. In my gut, I think I believe that Sally would support this. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I’m going to hang onto the feeling and pray it into reality.