Chapter 14 #2
Bodhi and River think she’s the answer to all our problems, but she brings a whole new list of issues with her.
Past regret sits heavily with me. I didn’t save her last time.
This time has to be different. It’s why I’m still here, I’m sure of it.
And soon enough, she will realize it as well.
She needs us as much as we need her. The timing couldn’t be more perfect for her to be back, with Keller gone, and I can’t help but wonder if it was planned that way.
I know her dad hated us, especially Keller after what he did to them.
He would have told her to never come back, and I can’t even be mad about it because if Dove was my little girl, I would have been keeping her as far away from the Deadwater Crew as possible.
We are bad news just like he used to say.
The worst kind of humans, really. He wasn’t wrong.
But that’s just the thing. Just because you know something is the right thing to do doesn’t mean you’re going to do it.
I’m selfish, always have been. And I want her.
Want her more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, and I’m going to make her mine.
Ours. I see the effect she has on Bodhi, the way River is worshiping her.
She’s our missing piece. In more ways than one, even if they don’t know it yet.
It’s why I’m reluctant to let her go, even if what they were saying makes sense.
I inhale deeply, the scent of coconut and sunshine filling my nostrils. She’s like a drug, one I never kicked. After her shower she must have crawled into bed and fallen into an exhausted sleep. Restless, though, tossing and turning as she sighs.
I should fire River for the state she came back here in tonight or at least mess with him a little.
But I know that kid is as screwed up over our birdie as I am.
She fucks with all of our heads, even Bodhi’s.
She’s so much trouble, more than we can handle, taking us all back to pubescent teens on testosterone highs.
It took everything I had not to react when I found River’s head buried in her pussy on my kitchen bench.
If it were anyone else, he would be fish food, released from the drop-off, but he’s loved that girl as long as I have.
We all have unfinished business with her.
And this is what we do, find a girl who might be able to fit in with us.
They respond well to River, he’s charming and likable, they love the way Bodhi takes control, but it’s when it comes to adding me into the mix things normally go south.
I’m too fucked in the head for most girls. Could my birdie be different?
Brushing a strand of silver hair from her eyes, I place a light kiss on her forehead, a bitter misery slithering under my skin knowing this is as close as she will let me get to her, when she’s passed out.
But that is all going to change. It has to, because she’s not slipping away from me this time.
I think the boys are right and we just found our missing piece.
This is why it never worked in the past. We needed Dove.
“K,” she murmurs. Or at least I think she does. I turn back to her to see her still fast asleep. She’s dreaming or having a nightmare, it’s hard to tell when she doesn’t really look peaceful.
“Sweet dreams, birdie,” I whisper as I close the door softly.
I move through the house and settle back down in my office. The pile of jobs I need to do for the construction side of our business is mounting up more by the day. But I’m too on edge to work. Instead, I open the files I had Bodhi send to me from Dove’s secret phone and press play.
She has on a red wig, but there is no denying it’s her, her pretty green eyes sparkling under the lights, even if they do hold a haunting in their depths.
Playfully, she twirls her fingers through her long hair while she stares directly into the camera.
“I know you want to come and spend some time with me tonight, big boy.” She grins all mischievously then steps back from the camera, walking round her room so anyone watching can have a full-length view of her and the space she’s living in.
Fuck, she wasn’t even careful. Anyone could have seen these and worked out where she was living. She has so much to answer for.
She’s wearing a cute crop t-shirt that looks three sizes too small and shows off the piercing on her stomach, then has on a short, pleated skirt with glimpses of her ass cheeks as she moves. I’m hard instantly.
I shouldn’t torture myself with watching these, there are literally hundreds of them, but I can’t look away either. I crave this side of her. I’m desperate to get closer to her in any way I can, no matter how fucked up that makes me.
She takes a jar of lollypops from her bedside table and opens one.
Popping it in her mouth, she sucks as she moves back toward the camera.
She drops down onto her knees, staring up as she pops it out of her mouth, her smile seductive.
“I’m here as long as you need, Daddy. How about we have a private session, and I can show you more.
Or you can tell me how you want to punish me for being such a bad brat.
” Then the video cuts off. It’s a teaser, gives them just enough so they are left wanting more.
I fucking want more. If I had the option, I would be clicking to pay whatever amount needed.
I can see why she made so much money for them and why they didn’t want to let her go.
I flick to the next and press play. This time she’s on her front reading what looks like a textbook when the video starts.
She glances up, pushing her glasses up her nose.
“Do any of you know anything about science? This stuff is hard.” She closes the book then sits up, revealing her sexy-as-fuck lace lingerie.
It’s electric blue and looks hot with her tanned skin and pale hair.
This time she’s not flirting with her paying customers.
Her lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination, I can see her pretty pink nipples, their hardened buds calling my name.
My cock strains against my suit pants, begging for a release.
“If you can help me out with some tips, I’ll help you out.” She winks toward the camera as her hands move up and over her breasts, squeezing them together. Fuck, they’re huge. Before I can stop myself, I’m unbuckling my belt, my hand gripping my raging cock.
She drops down each of her bra straps and lowers the lace covering her to fully reveal her glorious tits. “What are you waiting for?” she says, all breathy.
I stroke myself with more force, almost like I’m punishing myself. I’m so fucked up. She’s asleep just up the hall, but I don’t care. I imagine she’s right here with me, the touch of her hand on my dick encouraging me to keep going.
The video ends, and I desperately flick on to the next one, needing more.
This time she’s in a shower, the screen all steamed up like she’s been in there awhile.
With her hand she brushes away some of the steam, showing parts of her delicious skin.
Her ass, so round and perfect with that flower tattoo running up her thigh.
She doesn’t talk in this one, instead she soaps herself up.
It’s as if she’s not even aware that the recording is taking place and this is a personal moment.
When she turns around, her hand moves up and over her tits, cupping them as she opens her mouth in pleasure.
Her other hand wipes away the steam again, so I have full view of her.
It’s the only thing that tells me she even knew this video was taking place.
It’s such an intimate moment I can hardly stand it.
My cock is impossibly hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip as I punish myself, stroking harder, rougher.
Her hand moves down, stroking over the barely-there strip of pubic hair. Before she slips it between her legs and the video cuts off.
My eyes close, and I keep it playing, imagining her face as she pushes those fingers inside her tight pussy. My balls tighten, and I cum in my hand, thick spurts of liquid that I use to keep pumping my hand back and forth. It’s not enough. It will never be enough, until I have her for real.