His hands cupped my face. I went for his ass.
I found what I wanted, spread his cheeks apart, and entered with two digits.
“Damn,” he murmured, pressing himself closer. His cock was hard as stone and dug into my lower stomach.
“Jerk your dick,” I rasped, twisting my fingers’ around inside his tight hole.
He followed the command beautifully, immediately dropping a hand to his cock.
We continued until I felt beads of his pre-cum on my stomach.
Hastily pulling my fingers’ from his ass, I sidestepped and went over to the other bed.
I grabbed Chelsea’s legs and yanked her onto the floor. She landed with a soft thud—unseeing eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“Come here,” I rasped, dropping my slacks the rest of the way down my legs to kick them off.
Ethan strolled over, hand still stroking his cock.
I gathered some of his pre-cum onto my fingertips, rubbing the tip of him for a few seconds, and then moved back.
“Get on the bed.”
He stared at me a minute before climbing onto the saturated comforter.
The sight of him on all fours, shamelessly kneeling in Chelsea’s blood was nearly my undoing.
He was a fucking vision.
I took a breath and moved in behind him, placing my knees on the mattress.
“How bad do you want this?”
“So bad,” he whispered.
Using one hand, I spread his right ass cheek and pushed the fingers still coated in pre-cum inside him.
I massaged his hole for a few more minutes before grabbing the base of my dick and wedging it between his cheeks.
He sucked in a soft breath as I eased in, pushing past his sphincter.
We groaned simultaneously when I finally seated myself fully inside him.
His ass was so tight, fucking perfection. Every time I slid into him I was reminded of our first time together, in our high school’s locker room long after the rest of our teammates had gone home.
I flexed my hips, grabbing hold of his to keep balance. I flexed forward again, watching his hands turn to fists, laughing when he glared at me from over his shoulder and said, “Stop playing around and fuck me, Declan.”
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his face into the blood covered mattress, making him arch.
“Like this?” I grit out, beginning to thrust in and out of him.
A muffled, “Harder,” came in response.
I picked up my pace, riding him just like he asked.
“Ah, fuck, just like that,” he moaned, further arching his back so I’d go even deeper.
I pounded into his ass, letting myself enjoy the moment. Balls slapping against balls, skin hitting skin, I groaned and clapped his right cheek.
The sticky comforter clung to my knees, but I didn’t let that deter me.
Feeling my sack tighten, I gripped his hips harder and increased my tempo. He reached between our legs, grabbing his cock with one hand and cupping my nuts with the other.
I fucked, and he stroked.
It took only took a few strokes before he stiffened beneath me.
A harsh “Fuck,” left his mouth as his creamy seed jetted out, further staining the bedspread.
I jerked inside his ass, my own release hitting hard.
I stayed buried inside him for a minute or two before pulling my dick free.
“Shit,” I huffed, flopping down onto the bed.
Ethan did the same, laying his head beside mine.
“You good?” he asked, voice already tinged with drowsiness.
“Aren’t I supposed to ask you that?”
He shrugged, not making further comment. The silence that fell between us wasn’t strained or awkward, just comfortable.
“Your Uncle going to be pissed?” he asked after a minute.
“No, he does the same thing. That’s what our cleaning crew is for.”
I stared at the ceiling, waiting for his breathing to even out.
Tonight had been severely anti-climactic. We just couldn’t recreate the atmosphere of our playrooms in shitty motels, abandoned houses, or the back seat of cars.
Ethan was the saving grace of it all.
Still, a few bad kills shouldn’t have equated to whatever the fuck was bothering me lately.
I should have been feeling fantastic. Ethan was beside me, ass full of my come, which meant my dick was happy. My family was healthier than ever, work would be resuming soon, and I was still in my prime.
The only thing missing had always been missing.
So why was it starting to bother me so much?
Chapter Four
Helena
I sat on my swing as Daddy loaded my chest of stuffed animals into his car beside my other things.
He slammed the trunk and looked up at the house, staring for a couple of seconds.
When he looked away, it was to search for me. Even from such a distance I saw his mouth twist into a smile.
I watched him make his way over, studying him as he did. Daddy didn’t look a day older from the last time we’d seen each other. But he was different somehow. I think a good different. I couldn’t be sure.
He was dressed nice, in a button-down shirt and dress pants.
“You ready to go, angel?”
“Yes.” I nodded and stood up.
For most of the morning, I had stayed out of the way so Daddy’s friends could clean the house.
They took Mother and Buddy away really fast. Daddy said if I wanted to go live with him I had to let them go.
So I did.
I hoped wherever they went they’d still be smiling.
“I think you’re going to like the new place.”
“Yes,” I repeated.
He gently took hold of my hand and led me to his car, opening the door so I could get inside.
It was a nice car—shiny and clean with leather upholstery.
He didn’t have this when he lived with Mother and me.
I settled into my seat, buckling my restraint when he got in on the other side.
“Here we go,” he sang.
The engine smoothly turned over, and then the car was backing out of the driveway.
Once in the street, he moved a stick between us, and the car started to go forward.
I caught sight of the house in the mirror, growing smaller as we got further.
“Bye, bye,” I whispered.
It was as if we traveled to the other side of the world.
Dad talked almost the whole drive. He took one last exit off of a highway and then turned the radio down.
I turned my head to look at him when he cleared his throat for the second time in less than a minute.
“How do you feel, Helena?”
I blinked, not understanding what he was asking.
“I feel fine,” I finally answered.
“You’re not sad? Angry?”
“No. I feel normal.”
“Right,” he nodded. “And you know you have to be good now, right? No more fixing things.”
“I won’t. I promise I’ll be good this time.”
“Alright,” he nodded again, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.
I mimicked the motion before returning my attention to the passing scenery.
“Uh, angel. There’s one more thing I need you to do.”
“What is it?” I asked, still staring out my window.
“I need you to keep what happened to Mother and Buddy to yourself. A lot of people won’t understand it. So don’t tell anyone. Okay?”
Keep it to myself. I could do that.
“I won’t tell anyone. It will be a secret.”
“Exactly! Another secret between just the two of us,” he briefly glanced over and smiled at me in the glass.
“Our secret,” I confirmed.
The tiny flare I had felt in my chest when Mother smiled at me came back for a few seconds.
Daddy had secrets.
I had a secret too.
And now we had one more together.
It made me feel closer to him.
This secret would be just as important as all my others.
Hide my sickness.
Hide I fixed things.
Hide what happened in the basement.
I could do this.
Daddy drove for a little while longer before the tops of buildings began to appear. I sat up in my seat as if that would help me see better.
The road we were on shrunk from two lanes to one. A large wooden sign started taking shape on my side of the car. As Daddy drove past it, I was able to read what it said.
“Welcome to Riverview.”
Chapter Five
Helena
Riverview looked like something from one of the daytime movies I’d seen on Mother’s television.
With pretty storefronts, smooth streets, and fresh landscaping, I wondered if it was real.
“Not a bad first impression, right?” Dad gestured around us.
“No. It’s pretty.”
“That it is. Wait till you get a chance to explore. You’ll love it here.”
A few people were out and about enjoying what was left of the daylight.
“That’s the bank.” He pointed to a large structure sitting near the corner we were passing.
He had mentioned something about a bank earlier.
It was massive, with large pillars in front of curved glass doors. Daddy always said his job was to deal with numbers. I guess this was where he worked.
It didn’t take long for us to leave the main town behind. We entered a neighborhood with large houses, all much nicer than Mother’s.
Daddy drove for approximately fifteen minutes before turning onto a street called Ocean Avenue.
He passed a couple of houses, eventually slowing to turn into a driveway centered between a brown house, and a white one.
“This is it,” he stated, driving back a little further. “It’s a Dutch colonial,” he added, parking his car behind a bubble like SUV.
I’d never heard that term before, but it seemed fitting for such a big house.
The exterior was beige, and there were a lot of square windows—each equipped with an open set of open black shutters.
The front door faced East, with three steps leading to a tiny front porch. A midi iron fence extended from the backend of the house, going across the center of the driveway and down the length of the backyard, connecting to a garage with two rounded doors.
Behind that was a circular lake.
“Boathouse is attached to the garage. I’ll have to show you that later. There’s a dock and some chairs down there. It’s a nice place to relax, clear your head,” Daddy explained.
He was still speaking when the front door suddenly swung open, interrupting him.
A woman and a girl that didn’t look much older than me rushed outside with smiling faces, both nosily peering into the car.
“Who are they?”
“That’s...” Daddy cleared his throat and looked away, smiling back at the strangers. “That’s my fiancée, Bridgette, and her daughter, Molly.”
“Fiancée,” I repeated.
Mother never told me he was getting married. She only said that he didn’t want me anymore.
“I know it’s sudden, but I wasn’t sure how to tell you on the way here…so…surprise?”
Surprises were good things. I think. I didn’t feel that way, though.
I felt…nothing.
And as such, I said nothing.
“Do you want to get out?” he asked when silence continued to stretch between us.
“Yeah.”
I undid my restraint and opened my door, swinging my legs to the ground outside.
Daddy climbed out and embraced the woman he’d called Bridgette.
She was tall and thin with long hair, reminding me of the Morticia Addams I saw on the television.
There was no resemblance to Mother anywhere. Her daughter, Molly, looked just like her, only rounder. And her hair stopped at her shoulders.
They both stared at me as I came around the front of Daddy’s car.
“Oh, my god! Look at you! She’s gorgeous, Heath.”
Bridgette’s smile widened, and she started coming towards me.
I stopped walking, watching her approach.
She wrapped her arms’ around my back and hugged me, hard. I remained as I was with my hands by my sides.
“Let the girl breathe, Mom,” Molly laughed.
“Shut up Mols.” Bridgette stepped back and looked over at her daughter.
Now she had a glare and a grin on her face at the same time.
It was strange.
“Helena isn’t big on hugs. I told you that, honey.” Daddy gave me a tight-lipped smile and placed a hand on Bridgette’s back.
They were all smiling at me again. I guessed this was something they did a lot.
I clasped my hands in front of my stomach, unsure what I should do next.
At Mother’s, I didn’t have to worry about things like this. I had a routine, and no one paid me much attention.
“Maybe we should show her the house?” Molly questioned.
“Great idea,” Daddy replied, letting out a deep breath. “Come on, angel. Let’s go see your new room. He stepped away from Bridgette, and took my hand, leading me towards the Colonial.
The inside of Daddy’s house was nice like the outside.
It was clean, too.
The home as a whole seemed to be a comfortable abode.
Bigger than Mother’s with three stories instead of two
There weren’t any beer cans lying around, and the sink didn’t have a single dirty plate or cup in it.
The room I liked the most was the large one Molly called a sunroom. You could see the lake from every window.
After I saw the whole lower level, I was taken upstairs. Daddy pointed out what was what as we walked down the hallway.
“My room’s there. Molly’s is here. Bathroom. My office. And this.” We stopped at the end of the hall, and he opened a door. “This is your room.” He flicked the light switch and moved aside so I could go in.
I surveyed as I entered.
There was a big brown bed shaped like a sleigh, sandwiched between two night stands.
A matching dresser sat against another cream-colored wall, and a circular floral rug rested in the center of the floor.
The room was empty of any pictures or paintings. A long, wide black curtain was hung from the floor to the ceiling, covering whatever windows the room may have had.
“You have your own bathroom. And behind the drapes is a door that goes to the balcony,” Daddy explained, gesturing with his hands as he spoke.
I nodded, so he knew I understood, and then went over to the bed.
“Molly has access from her room as well. I can get you a chair for out there if ya want. And I’ll get a TV in here too.”
“Thanks,” I replied, smoothing my hands over the bedspread.
I could feel Daddy staring at me, but he wasn’t saying anything.
The silence between us filled with laughter from Molly and Bridgette. They had gone to the kitchen to begin dinner, leaving me and him to talk.
“Helena, I know this is a big adjustment. You’re in a new town, there’s going to be a lot of new people, and you have a new home. But, this is your home now. And I want you to be…I want you to like it here.”
I looked over at him, meeting blue eyes the same hue as mine.
“I know. I’m okay though Daddy.”
“You always are,” he mumbled so softly I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear him or not.
He left after telling me he would bring my things up after dinner, shutting the door behind him.
I sat on the bed, kicking off the sneakers that were a size too small.
I’d had to get rid of the other ones. The blood ruined them.
I glanced around the room–my room
, and inhaled, breathing in the scent of whatever laundry detergent had been used on the bedding, and the aroma of supper.
It was very different than what I’d grown accustomed too. Daddy was right; this was all new.
But he was also wrong.
This place was not my home.
Chapter Six
Helena
It was the second week, on the fifth day, that I met them.
By this point, living with Daddy, or Dad, as he vehemently requested I call him when he’d pulled me aside one night after dinner, wasn’t that difficult.
Molly was always with friends and had what they called a part-time job. Dad worked long hours at his place of employment. Bridgette tended to the house and running errands.
I was left alone.
Just like at Mothers.
Solitude was my closest companion.
For the first few days, Molly had attempted to engage me in conversation.
We were both quick to realize I wasn’t anything like her, and therefore, we had nothing in common.
Her bedroom was diagonal from mine. I got to learn she liked music about ass and bad bitches, or long dirt roads.
When she wasn’t talking on the phone, she was talking to herself. And she never woke up when her alarm went off.
None of that resonated with me.
I kept to myself by staying in my room, alone with the books Dad had brought from Mother’s.
This is where Molly found me.
I was laying on my bed, transfixed on a passage in my current read, The Silver Devil.
A knock on the door had me setting the book aside so I could answer.
Molly came bursting in before I had a chance to change from lying to standing.
I wasn’t given an opportunity to say anything before she began to go off on one of her long-winded rants.
“Okay, Lena. Heath said to give you time. Gave me this whole spiel about how different you are, and I get that. But, you know what?”
She held a hand up to silence me when I went to respond.
“Girl that was rhetorical. Listen, I have no idea what happened to you for you to be so…” she waved her hand in the air, “Withdrawn. But you need a new wardrobe and to get the hell out of this room. This hermit thing you’ve got going on isn’t healthy.
Now, I’ve got a credit card and permission to go crazy.
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