Hood River Rat (Hood River Hoodlums Book 1)

by K. Webster

“You look happy, Mom,” Hollis says. “I’m glad.”

  They share a long, heavy look filled with love and I’m jealous. I’ve never had anyone look at me like that before.

  And then it happens.

  Her gaze turns my way and it’s still filled with pride and affection. “What about you, honey? Things better with Mike? Are you guys happy?”

  “I, uh, yeah. We’re good.”

  Her blond brow hikes up. “I can tell when I’m being avoided. Is he good to you? He doesn’t hurt you, does he?”

  “Nah,” I say with a chuckle. “I could take Mike. He’s great.”

  This relaxes Kelsey and she nods. “Good. Maybe we ought to invite him to supper on Wednesday. If there’s anything we can do to help make the transition easier, I want to help.”

  “We don’t need help,” I bite out sharply.

  Roux glowers at me. “Roan!”

  Kelsey simply shakes her head. “Tough luck, kiddo. In this family, you don’t get a choice. We help whether you like it or not. Right, Hollis?”

  He smirks at me. “Yep.”

  It’s then I realize where he got his annoying do-gooder attitude. Hell, even Ms. Frazier is that way, offering to let me do jobs here to get tutoring for Roux. They’re all so nice. It’s a little jarring considering I haven’t been exposed to anything good in regard to family.

  Roux is once again all smiles as she tells Kelsey about a test she aced. Kelsey and Karen both praise her. It warms me to my fucking soul to see Roux getting the attention she deserves.

  It’s gonna hurt when all this goes away.

  Good things always go away.

  At least in Roux’s and my life they do.

  “Hop in the shower. You smell like a barnyard animal,” I instruct Roux once we walk into our living room of our garage apartment.

  “Punk,” Roux says with a huff. She obeys, though, and bounds off toward her room.

  Fuck, she has a room.

  I’m still blown away by that fact.

  “I guess I’ll go,” Hollis murmurs from behind me. His mom asked if he’d run us home and he happily obliged. I was glad when she told Charlotte she couldn’t come along. I’d wanted a second alone with Hollis.

  “I thought you were going to help me study,” I blurt out. “I mean, I don’t want to study, but you said I should.”

  He chuckles, the sound deep and throaty. It makes my dick twitch. “You don’t want to study. But, yes, I think you should.” He kicks off his shoes and then plops down on the couch.

  I find my backpack and pull out my homework assignment. Rather than make out, like I’d rather do, Hollis jumps right in and starts explaining the assignment to me. I like his voice, so I get lost in what he says. We’ve worked through nearly all the problems by the time Roux gets her ass out of the shower and comes to say good night. The last three problems are torture, but I pay extra attention so we can get finished and move on to other things.

  “See, not so diffic—”

  His words are cut off when I attack him with a kiss. He smiles against my lips and allows me to ease him down onto the sofa. I kiss him hard and eagerly, making sure to grind my hard dick against his. It escalates until we’re both breathy and stifling moans.

  “Want to continue this in the bedroom?” I whisper against his lips.

  His fingers slide into my hair. “You can’t fuck me tonight.”

  I guess I hadn’t thought about fucking, but now that he’s suggested it, I want it. I’d just wanted to undress more and not worry about Roux coming in.

  “Why not?” I challenge, because I live to fuck with him.

  “Because it’s been a while since Lucas. And he was my first and only. We just need to…prepare.”

  “Just fuck me then,” I offer, though I’m pretty sure that will hurt like hell.

  His blue eyes flash with barely contained hungry lust. “You’re definitely not ready. Maybe one day we’ll get there.” He rewards me with an evil grin that makes my dick pulse. “I could suck you off, though.”

  Holy fuck.

  I’ve had my dick sucked plenty of times, but never by a guy. And never by someone who looks like they’d blow their load just for a taste. It’s a temptation I can’t ignore.

  “Let’s go,” I growl out as I stand, pulling him up with me.

  He bites back a laugh as I haul him to my room with me. As soon as I get the door closed and locked, I’m on him. I start tugging at his clothes, eager to see him naked. He’s just as greedy, ripping off my hoodie and shirt all at once. His fingertips slide down my abs, making me shiver, and then he’s frantically working at my belt. The moment his hands shove down my boxers, I lose all sense of reality.

  I want him.

  I want him so fucking bad.

  “Lie down.” His voice is commanding and deep. Fuck if I don’t want to obey.

  Dropping onto the bed on my back, I stare up at him, my dick weeping for attention and hard as stone. He pushes down his own boxers and fists his impressive cock. The sight of him is such a fucking turn on. Sure, he’s lean because he never eats a goddamn thing, but he’s also muscular from basketball. His chest hair is sparing and golden. It’s darker blond around his dick. I want to bury my nose there and inhale him.

  What the hell has gotten into me?

  Have I been into guys all along?

  Is that why girls are just fucking meh to me?

  All this time I thought I was broken inside. That I couldn’t love properly or be interested in another person. Truth is, I’ve been looking at the wrong sex. Because when I look at Hollis, I crave him like nothing I’ve ever wanted before. My mouth waters and my dick throbs. For him. Just a taste. To feel his skin on mine. Whatever he gives me.

  “I like the reversal of power,” he says with a wicked glint in his blue eyes as he kneels on the bed.

  “You’re the one who’s gonna suck my dick,” I tease back.

  His smile becomes predatory. “You have a lot to learn, man. When your dick is in my mouth, I’m in charge.”

  He spreads my thighs, making me feel ridiculously exposed. His eyes take in my twitching dick, heavy balls, and now my ass. A smile tugs at one side of his lips.

  “You just going to look at it all day or do something about it?” I challenge, hating the bout of nerves that have suddenly consumed me.

  His gaze softens as he grips my dick. “If you don’t like it or want to stop, just tell me. I won’t force you.”

  Now I feel like an asshole.

  I reach forward and run my thumb over his mouth. “I want it. I’m just…fuck, I’m nervous, okay?”

  He bends, his blue eyes locking on mine. “I’ll take care of you.” With those words, he flicks out his pink tongue and licks the tip of my dick. I suck in a sharp breath of air.

  “Holy fuck.”

  He grins before taking me into his mouth. I’m staring down at a guy as he bobs up and down my length with better skills than any girl I’ve been with. My fingers latch onto his hair and I try desperately not to fuck his mouth. When he massages my balls, I nearly lose it.

  “Jesus, Hollis,” I hiss out. “You’re going to kill me.”

  He pops off and then sucks on his middle finger. “I’m about to. This shit will blow your mind.”

  Hollis

  I’ve only ever been with one guy. Lucas. And he never looked at me the way Roan is looking at me right now.

  His eyes are wide and trusting.

  I can tell he’s nervous by the way he bites on one corner of his bottom lip, but he’s also aroused. The red blush on his cheeks and groans coming from him are evident of that. His taste is exactly how I’d imagined. Salty. Masculine. Unique. I’m going to suck him dry. Make him realize just what he’s been missing until he met me.

  Taking him deeper in my throat, I make sure to keep my eyes locked on his golden-brown ones. With my wet fingertip, I tease at the puckered hole of his ass. He clenches, fear shining in his eyes.

  I pull off his dick and smile.
“I’m going to put my finger inside you.”

  “Well, do it already.”

  He’s grumpy because he’s afraid.

  “Demanding,” I tease, licking at his tip. “I’m in charge right now. So lie there and hush.”

  His scowl is somewhat playful until I take him deep into my throat. As soon as his hips thrust up, I push into his body. He lets out a string of strangled curse words, his ass tight around my finger. Slowly, I ease into him, seeking out his prostate. I know the moment I touch it because he cries out. Such a sweet, vulnerable sound from a hard, often mean boy.

  My name is whimpered on his lips as his salty cum shoots abruptly into my mouth. I keep massaging his prostate until his dick ceases twitching, swallowing down each jet of cum. His hips stop flexing up and he lets out a ragged breath. I slip off his dick and grin.

  “What do you think?” I waggle my brows at him.

  He grabs my biceps and hauls me up to his mouth. His tongue is curious and probing as he kisses me, tasting his remnants on my tongue. We grind together as we kiss. He grows hard again, which feels good against my dick.

  “Hollis,” he murmurs, fingers biting into my hips to urge me to move against him. “I like this. I like you.”

  I nip at his bottom lip. “Me too.”

  His dick is hot and still slick from my mouth, so it feels really damn good rubbing against it. The sounds coming from him are erotic and ones I want on repeat in my head. It only takes a few moments of our desperate kissing and rubbing for us both to come. We soak Roan’s chest, which makes him laugh.

  “What sort of fucked up shit have you pulled me into?” he teases, his eyes hooded and smile lazy.

  I relax against him, not at all concerned about the cum that’s slick between our chests. “You started it.”

  “Me?” he scoffs. “I was fine until you rolled up being all peppy and shit.”

  “Someone has to be the happy to your grumpy. Jordy sure as hell isn’t.”

  His brows furl. “He’s going through some shit. Friday was…it won’t happen again.” His fingers stroke through my sweaty hair.

  “I sure as hell hope not,” I mutter. “That river was fucking cold.”

  “He’s stressed and overprotective of Roux and me. His lines got blurred.” His amber eyes sear into mine. “It’s not an excuse, just a reason. I’ll do a better job of keeping him in check.”

  “He still hates me. You saw how he was at school today.”

  “Jordy hates everyone pretty much.”

  “Well, he’s going to have to get over his hate toward me,” I tell him with a grumble. “You’re mine now and he’s bound to learn that sooner or later.”

  “Yours?” Roan laughs. “I barely know you and now you’re claiming me?”

  “That’s my cum all over your stomach and I did just suck you dry.” I smirk at him. “By definition, I think I’ve claimed you properly.”

  My phone starts ringing in my jeans, effectively killing the moment. He frowns as he watches me bolt to answer it.

  “Hello?”

  “Did you get lost?” Mom asks.

  “Studying. Roan and I had an assignment due and he didn’t finish his.”

  “Hey now,” he groans, tossing a pillow at me.

  Mom, having heard him, chuckles. “Glad you’re having fun, but you should probably let them get to bed. It is a school night.”

  I roll my eyes. “Sure thing. I’ll be home in a few.”

  After hanging up, I let my eyes rake over Roan’s naked, muscular form. He looks like a Roman god sprawled out on his bed. A statue sculpted from granite painted to look real. His dick is flaccid but still fucking beautiful as it lies on his lower stomach that’s still wet from our cum. His bicep muscle bulges when he bends his arm and lays his head on it. I want to lick him. I want to crawl up his body and lick every salty inch. Even his armpit. The dark hair there is masculine, and I bet smells uniquely him.

  He’s an addiction I’ll never break.

  My stomach tightens with nerves and I tear my eyes from his. It’s going to kill me. Wanting him. Caring for him. Being with him. I feel it in my bones. The bed squeaks and then he pads over to me, a towel in his hand. He cleans me off and then himself before tossing it to the floor. It’s still damp, probably from his morning shower.

  “You okay?” His voice is gritty and rough. Worried.

  I tilt my head up to look at him. “Yeah.”

  He grips my jaw and kisses me softly. “Just because I don’t want to talk about this thing between us to the school and everyone else for Roux’s sake doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy every second of it.”

  “I get it.” And I do. I really do. It still stings, especially after Lucas and everything with my dad.

  He pulls me to him for a hug. Being naked in his arms feels so damn right. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  “How’s that?”

  “I’ll take you out.”

  My head snaps up to look at him. “Like on a date?”

  “Don’t guys date?” he asks, frowning.

  “I guess. I mean, I’d like that.” I chew on my bottom lip for a second. “Lucas and I never went on a date.”

  His eyes flash with anger. “Lucas is a dumbass. I’m taking you out like he should have.”

  “How come you never took Sidney out?”

  He steps back and glowers at me before tossing my clothes at me. Pain stabs inside my stomach at his sudden mood change.

  Why did I ask him that?

  Because we’re in a relationship that involves dates. I thought we could talk about everything. Quickly, I dress while he puts on a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. If I weren’t feeling unwanted at the moment, I’d most definitely attack him with my mouth for looking like such a goddamn snack.

  “Right, so bye,” I grit out, turning my back on him.

  He stalks over to me, his arms going around my middle. I’m pulled against his chest as he nuzzles his nose in my hair.

  “I don’t date. The girls I’ve been with were just for a night of fun. I didn’t like them. Not like I like you.”

  Oh.

  So I’m special to him.

  That most certainly takes away the sting.

  “I wasn’t trying to piss you off,” I tell him, my hands resting on his that are holding on to me. “She’s my friend and she’s got some self-esteem issues. I was just wondering.”

  “I know.” He sighs. “I’m not used to this. Opening up to people. Jordy and the guys know me best, but even then, we don’t just openly talk about our feelings often. I feel…exposed.”

  “Whatever we talk about is ours,” I murmur. “I’m safe to talk to.”

  He twists me around and pins me to the door with his hips. In way of apology, he kisses me until I’m dizzy. It takes another worried phone call from Mom to tear us apart for good.

  “Call me,” he growls. “When you get home. So I know you made it safe.”

  I smirk at him. “You still owe me a breathy phone call. You couldn’t get out of that, even if you tried.”

  “Go before I drag you back to my bed.”

  “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

  His warning glare sends me on my way with a chuckle.

  “What are you doing?”

  Roan lets out a heavy sigh over the phone that goes straight to my dick. “Trying to figure out what to make besides grilled cheese. I’ve been told I’m a lame ass cook.”

  “I know it’s not tutoring day with my aunt, but you could always come over here.”

  “I wish,” he murmurs, “but I already promised the guys we’d hang out tonight. I need to check in on Jordy.”

  It’s been three days since I blew him in his bed, and it’s been strained ever since. Not between us. The hiding. I can tell, at school, he wants to haul me to him, but he always refrains from doing what we both want. Plus, he’s worried about his best friend. Jordy hates me, so it’s not like I can even chill with them. So, for the time being, Roan and I h
ave to keep our relationship a secret, even hiding it from his friends.

  “I miss you,” I state, hating the whine in my voice. We’ve stolen kisses in the bathroom at school, and at my house on Wednesday when he and Roux were there. But other than that, we haven’t had another opportunity alone.

  “Are you coming to Campfire Chaos tomorrow night?”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “I won’t let him hurt you. I swear, Hollis.”

  I believe him. I would just rather have him to myself. If we go there, we’ll be separated. I’ll go off with Sidney and Gio while he and the Hoodlums hang together. It’ll be torture watching him all night and not getting to touch him.

  “I know. We’ll see.”

  “I can already tell when you’re pouting,” he teases.

  “To be honest, I don’t want to see you all night and not get to touch you.”

  “Who says you couldn’t touch me?”

  “You’ll be with the Hoodlums.”

  “So? You don’t think I’m going to tuck in early and drag you back to my tent?”

  “How romantic.”

  He laughs and the sound warms my heart. “Of course the first guy I decide to hook up with is high-maintenance as fuck.”

  “Ha. Ha. Ha,” I deadpan. “And maybe I’ll be the only guy you ever decide to hook up with. I’m kind of a big deal. You won’t ever find anyone like me again.”

  He’s quiet for a moment, which makes my nerves go haywire. My stomach aches something fierce until he gives me a reprieve, gifting me with a gravelly response.

  “The only guy,” he confirms. “Come Friday night and then Saturday night we’ll go out just the two of us.”

  “You play dirty.”

  “The only way to play. Dirty is fun.”

  “Fiiiiiiine,” I drawl out. “I’ll go, but if I end up in the river again, you owe me more than a date.”

  “Hollis,” he growls. “You’re not going back in that river and Jordy won’t touch a hair on your goddamn head. I swear to you.”

  I’m about to throw back a teasing remark when my phone beeps. Incoming call. From Dad.

  “Fuck,” I mutter.

  “What?”

  “My dad is trying to reach me.”