by Nicole Dykes
I moan as he fills me and roll my hips as he thrusts inside. “Fuck, Blair,” he groans, and I'm already close, having been already so worked up before he pushed into me.
I keep my eyes on the front of the store, just in case there’s an approaching customer, but he makes it hard as he pushes his massive dick to the hilt, stretching my pussy around him. “God, I love when you fill me with your big cock. Don’t stop.”
But he stills, making me whimper from the loss of the movement. “Don’t say that, okay?”
What? I try not to get upset. He doesn’t sound angry, more devastated. “I’m sorry.”
He pulls back, his dick nearly all the way out, and I think he’s going to make me stop, but instead he thrusts forward, filling me again, pulling a long moan from my mouth. “Don’t be sorry.” I feel his breath on the back of my neck, and I’m glad I put my hair up today. “You feel so fucking good.”
His voice is all gravel and want, sending pleasure through my entire body. “Oh God, Rhys. Don’t stop.”
His hands grip my hips as he guides me over his cock, moving us both toward release that we both need.
I’m never going to stop trying with him, no matter the consequences. I will help him heal even if it takes a piece of me to do it.
I can feel how nervous and angry Bree is as she stands by my side with Blair looking up at the fancy prep school before us.
Bree gave both of us the silent treatment last night and this morning. And I get it. I’d be fucking pissed too if someone tried to shove me in an uppity school like this one.
The Bradfords didn’t do that to me, but I suspect it was because more questions would be asked at a small private school, especially when I was usually covered in bruises. The public school I went to probably chalked it up to me fighting. Which I did.
“Please don’t do this.” Big blue eyes look up at me, and I almost relent. But Blair speaks before I can run away with Bree.
“It won’t be so bad, Bree. I promise you, okay? The worst that’s going to happen is you get to school some douchey rich kids.”
“I don’t want to go to school with a bunch of rich jerks.”
Fuck. How can I make her do this?
“Hey, I went to a private school,” Blair says with a teasing smile, setting Bree up on purpose.
Bree scoffs, rolling her eyes and takes the easy bait. “My point.”
Blair laughs, and Bree gives her own version of a smile. I shake my head at them both but enjoy watching them. I kneel down in front of Bree, trying to get her attention. “Bree, we need this. You only have to go until we’re in the clear, until after the hearing.” Even if throwing away the rest of the twenty grand I still don’t want Blair to pony up will probably kill me. If she doesn’t want this and she’s legally ours, I’ll let her walk away the second she’s safe.
“You swear?”
My head swivels to Blair for confirmation because apparently, I do that now. She nods with a smile, and I focus back on Bree. “I promise.”
She huffs, clearly not happy as she folds her arms over her chest. “Fine. But can I ask you for something?” She looks down at the ground, looking slightly guilty as she adds, “I mean, something else.”
“You can ask us for anything,” Blair quickly reacts to her shameful appearance. “Don’t ever hold back from us.”
I nod in agreement as I stand back up, a little nervous about what she’s going to ask for.
“Okay . . . um, my birthday is this weekend.” Fuuuuuck. How did I not know that? “And I was wondering if maybe . . . Fletch and Rhett could stay over?”
Blair’s already nodding her head yes as I'm shaking my head no. “Like, stay the night? No.”
Blair shoots me an irritated look. “Rhys. It’s her birthday.”
“So I should let her have two boys stay the night?”
“Not boys, my best friends.” Bree is upset, but I’m not letting two little dipshits with dicks sleep over.
“No.” I shake my head again, clearly freaked the fuck out.
Blair rolls her eyes. “She’s turning twelve. The boys are also twelve?” Blair looks to Bree for confirmation.
“Fletcher is twelve. Rhett’s thirteen.”
“No.” I shake my head again. And I know it’s being completely ignored by Blair.
“Yes. Of course you can. You guys can sleep down in the living room.” Blair overrides me, and Bree smiles.
I look at Blair. “Blair . . . no boys. How will that look to the judge if someone says anything?”
“We aren’t hosting an orgy, Rhys.” She smiles down at Bree, who looks slightly nervous, but not too bad. She knows who wears the pants, and it’s annoying the shit out of me. “She’s having her two best friends over for her birthday party, eating pizza and watching movies like any preteen does for her birthday.”
She’s pleading with me to shut the fuck up, but I can’t help it. These boys are right in the throes of puberty, and they’ll be sleeping in a room with Bree.
Bree looks cautiously up at me. “I don’t like it. They’re still boys.”
Bree shrugs her shoulders. “They can’t help that they have penises, Rhys.”
Fuck, Me. I stare at her, horrified as Blair cackles uncontrollably. “Oh, so true,” she says in between cracking up.
“It’s not funny. They’re going to want to use them soon, Bree.”
She scrunches up her nose at me, like I'm the one who took it too far. “Ew.”
“Exactly,” I say, and Blair and she both give me the exact same look. Like I'm overreacting.
“Bree.” Blair holds her chin affectionately in her hand, looking down at her. “You can have them over for your birthday. No kissing.”
“Gross,” Bree says, pulling another laugh from Blair as she releases her and turns to me.
“You, the dad thing, is super hot, but you need to chill.”
I roll my eyes, and we hear another “Gross” from Bree as I give in for now at least.
“Fine. Let’s just talk about it later. Right now, we have to go meet this douche.”
“Great attitude, Rhys,” Blair lectures, but she’s wearing a grin and also looks like she wants to mount me right here.
And after yesterday in my shop and the night before, my body starts to react to her before I clear my throat and direct them both toward the school.
We head toward the office and meet with the pretentious motherfucker in a suit who looks over Bree and says she will be a good fit once she’s in the official school uniform.
Bree looks like she’s going to puke, and I feel the same, but Blair shines in these moments. She has a way of covering up her disdain for people while still letting them have it with subtle jabs.
We enroll her, and Blair hands over a twenty-thousand-dollar check before we walk out of the school that will be Bree’s for at least a few months.
Bree sulks the whole drive home, and I hate that I feel like I've let her down already. But I keep telling myself it will all be worth it.
“Okay, you can have them both stay the night Saturday for your birthday, and I won’t complain much.”
Blair smiles over at me, and Bree at least drops the angry face, moving to a more indifferent look.
“Thanks.”
“It will be fine, Rhys,” Blair assures me.
But I still don’t fucking like it.
Bree is starting at the private school next week and is not happy about it. So, I’ve decided to make her party as good as I possibly can. It was hilarious to see Rhys all worked up about her having boys stay over, but I’m pretty sure to Bree, they aren’t boys.
They are her comfort. Her constant.
And I'm determined to make them feel welcome. I walk into the front door, my arms completely full as Rhys and Bree both meet me at the door. Bree’s eyes widen. “Whoa, what is all of this?”
I eye her and see she’s completely serious. I hand Rhys the cake I picked up at the bakery and hand her some balloons while holding on
to the presents I managed to grab. “It’s all for your birthday, silly.”
Rhys and Bree share a look before Rhys shrugs and walks into the kitchen with the cake. I look at Bree. “I have more out in the car. When will Fletcher and Rhett be here?”
“Should be soon.” She’s looking at the presents as I place them on the coffee table. “You guys didn’t have to do this. I just wanted them to be able to hang out.”
She reminds me so much of Rhys sometimes, uncertain when someone is being nice, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. “And they are totally going to, but I want this birthday and all your birthdays to be special, Bree.”
I see Rhys walk back into the living room out of the corner of my eye, but he doesn’t approach us. He just stands at a distance with his arms folded and watching us. “Why?”
I don’t glance over at Rhys, even if I'm pretty sure he could shed some light on the confusion I'm feeling right now. “Why wouldn't I want you to have a good birthday?”
“I don’t know, Blair. It’s just weird. I remember one birthday with my mom out of twelve, and she didn’t seem to care about it.”
My heart aches for her, and I feel so shitty because I spent so much time feeling sorry for myself because my dad was always too busy for me, but even he bought me a damn cake for my birthday. “Well, that changes now. We’ll make sure you love every birthday from now on.”
She only offers a small smile, but I see the sad uncertainty in it.
“What’s wrong, Bree?”
Her shoulders shrug. “That’s only if you guys win custody, right?”
I brush that off easily. “There’s no way we won’t, Bree. You can’t think like that.” I wrap my arms around her, not giving her a choice as I hug her to my body because I want her to feel safe. I need it.
She stiffens, but she accepts the hug, patting me on the back. I release her but use my hands to smooth down her unruly hair, and she swipes me away, laughing.
“I’m going to get the rest of the presents out of the car.” She nods her head.
As I start toward the door, I can feel Rhys coming with me. When we reach the car, he helps me gather the rest of the presents. I guess I went a little overboard, but he doesn’t say anything about it.
“You really sure about this?” He looks so nervous, and I find it cute. Nervous is not a way I can often describe Rhys.
“Yes. I’m sure. They’re her best friends. Think about you, Sean, Logan, and Quinn.”
He looks pained as he glances toward the house and then back to me. “Logan and I both fucked Quinn.”
The hot streak of jealousy racing through me really isn’t fair. I already knew that. And hell, I’ve fucked Logan. Still not my favorite thing to think about. “I know that, but they’re twelve.”
“How old were you,” he keeps his voice quiet as he clarifies, “when you had sex the first time?”
I laugh, slamming the trunk down after retrieving the last bag. “You’re really freaking.”
“I’m serious.”
I think about it. I had sex with one guy right before Logan. “Fifteen. Too young, but not twelve.”
I watch his throat bob with concern and see it in his eyes as well. I know he was fourteen when he was at the Bradfords, and I want to comfort him. Tell him I know this subject isn’t easy for him. But I’m silent and let him speak. “Kids like that . . . kids who never had a parent’s love, who’ve been abused and tossed aside . . .” He stops for a minute, sounding pained, and I wish I could take it all away. His eyes lock on mine. “They have sex early. They’re searching for that love.”
I know there’s no argument. I know Quinn, Sean, and Logan weren’t the only kids he met along the way in the same situation. I know he knows what he’s talking about. Hell, my parents didn’t technically abandon me, and still, I gave my virginity to an older guy searching for the same thing. “I know, Rhys. Believe me, I know.”
He seems to recognize that in me. “She’s our responsibility. I don’t want her getting knocked-up at thirteen.”
“All we can do is show her how important she is to us, which is a big reason for this party. They’re important to her, so they need to be important to us.”
He nods decisively. “Okay, but they better not try anything.”
I shake my head at him, laughing, unable to stop. “I like this protective side of you.”
He acts like I'm the ridiculous one as we go inside, and they both help me decorate for her party. Soon after we finish, the boys show up at the front door together.
They’re good-looking kids, a little rough around the edges with scruffy hair and ratty clothes, but I can tell they’ll be handsome men someday. As I look at them, I imagine it’s how Rhys looked at that age.
No wonder he’s so worried.
We order pizza, and after we eat and sing “Happy Birthday” to her at my urging and she blows out the candles, we get them settled in the living room.
I bought three separate sleeping bags and have a ton of junk food ready to go as Bree searches for a movie on Netflix. They settle on a horror flick and then change into clothes for sleep.
I can feel Rhys’s hesitance as they get settled in.
“Okay, you guys, if you need anything, we’ll be right upstairs,” I say as I take inventory of the snacks, deciding they have plenty.
I start toward the stairs, but Rhys isn’t moving. “Those sleeping bags better be in the exact same spot tomorrow morning.”
Bree looks horrified, but both boys nod their heads in understanding.
“Rhys.” I’m at his side. “Let’s go.”
He watches them, still unmoving.
“Rhys,” I keep my voice low because I don’t want to embarrass Bree more, “come on. We need to let her have time with them.”
He grunts something I'm sure I don’t want to hear, but finally moves toward the stairs. We go into my room, and I close the door.
“Don’t you think we should leave that open?”
I laugh and shake my head, slipping my dress over my head. “I thought maybe I could distract you.”
His eyes take in every inch of my bare skin, and I don’t have to say anything else before he quickly undresses, his body ready for mine. “No question tonight?”
I smile as I walk over to the bed, looking over at him as he stays by the door. “Hmm . . .” I think it over, and my mind goes to our conversation by my car. “How old were you?” The question escapes before I thought about it long enough to know not to ask. Because how fucking stupid can I be?
He was fourteen. I know he was.
My throat is dry as I croak, “Don’t answer that. That was so stupid.”
He walks to me. “Blair . . . you don’t have to be careful with me.”
I look into his eyes and feel even more like an idiot than before. He’s impossibly strong and so damn beautiful, but I do worry about him breaking, of pushing him over the edge. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t even if you tried, Blair.” His hand smooths over my bare arm, and the contact feels so good I tilt my head back.
My eyes flutter closed as his hand creeps between my legs, the wetness from the anticipation already there, and I smile when I hear him groan.
“You make me feel good, Blair.”
“I’m sorry I asked a stupid question, Rhys.” My head is still tipped back as his fingers slide through my wet folds, flicking over my clit and making my hips buck against his hands, chasing his touch.
“It wasn’t stupid.” I feel both hands on my hips before he spins me around and his hand flat on my back encourages me to lie down on the bed.
I oblige, lying flat, feeling excitement rushing through me when I feel him kneel behind me on the bed as I open my legs giving him room.
His large body covers mine, and I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his lips brush over my bare back.
“I was fourteen when I had sex I actually wanted for the first time.” I’m trying to concentrate on
his words, but he’s making it difficult when I feel his hard cock pressing between my legs and his lips on my neck.
The kisses he leaves there feel more intimate than anything we’ve ever done. “You were fourteen?”
I feel him nod against my neck, his hands on my hips as he lifts them enough for his cock to position at my opening and slide inside, driving me wild. I arch into him. His lips drag down to my shoulder. “Yeah. Right before I moved in with the Bradfords, actually.”
My eyes close as I feel him move inside and feel relief that his first sexual experience was on his own terms. His body is pressed against mine as we remained joined. He plunges inside me and then takes his time pulling almost all the way out, teasing us both. I don’t want it to ever end, but I know him being this close to another human is challenging.
“Are you okay, Rhys?” It’s barely audible, and I smile when I feel his mouth dragging down my back before he drags his tongue on the same path and back up to my neck.
“I’m better than okay.” He thrusts inside of me, and I moan loudly, pushing back against him, relishing in the close contact.
I should push up and let him have space, let him fuck me in full-on doggie style so he can have minimal contact, but I'm selfishly enjoying it too much.
I feel his hand move under my body and between my legs, finding my clit and causing me to squeeze tightly around him, pulling the sexiest groan from his throat. “Fuck, Blair.”
“I’m close, Rhys.”
I should probably try to be quiet, considering Bree has friends over, but I'm sure they have the movie up loud.
His teeth nip my shoulder as he fills me, hitting deep, one hand on my clit and the other finding my nipple. “Holy shit. Right there,” I moan, wanting so badly to reach around and kiss him, but I don’t push it.
I feel him jerk inside me right as my orgasm hits, both of us falling over the edge, his body fully covering mine.
I know I shouldn’t get too comfortable, but I can’t stop myself from hoping he’ll fully let me in.
