Hood River Rat (Hood River Hoodlums Book 1) Read online

  “Your dad’s a real asshole, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  “So’s mine.”

  He doesn’t give up much on his personal life, so when he does, I’m like a kid on Christmas morning, eager to open the present to learn more about him.

  “I don’t know if your aunt told you, but my dad’s in prison.” His voice grows cold. “At least when he was around, Mom gave a shit.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It is what it is. We were given shitty dads. It’s our duty in life not to turn out like them.”

  My dad may not be in prison, but he destroyed his son with his cruel, callous words and ability to cut me off based on my sexuality.

  “My dad hates my being gay so much, he didn’t just give me up,” I say with a ragged sigh. “He gave them up. How could he do that to them?”

  “And to you. To all of you, Hollis. Not just them.”

  Tears burn at my eyes. I feel like I’m going to throw up, just like I always do when I think about my dad and what he did because of me. “I hate him.” And I hate how my voice cracks with emotion. That Dad still hurts me every day and he’s not even here.

  “I hate mine too. At least your mom’s cool as shit.”

  “Your mom is a bitch. You and Roux deserve someone who cares.”

  “I’m okay,” he murmurs, his voice devoid of emotion. “It’s Roux I worry about.”

  “Roux has you,” I remind him. “Better than your shitty parents combined.”

  The line grows quiet, both of us lost in thought.

  “You’ll have fun tonight with the guys,” I say. “They probably miss you.”

  “I wish it were you coming over instead.” Big, mean Roan is pouting and I love it.

  “Me too.”

  “This weekend is all about us,” he tells me in a fierce tone. “I’m going to suck on your neck until it’s nice and purple, so no other fuck faces like Tyler Cuntingham will even think about flirting with you.”

  Cunningham was flirting with me?

  I think back to basketball practice this afternoon. He was being extra friendly, but I didn’t think he’d been flirting.

  “Someone’s jealous,” I taunt, laughing at him.

  “I’m not jealous.”

  “You totally are. This is hilarious. Is he going to be at Campfire Chaos?”

  “It’ll be his ass that ends up in the river,” Roan grumbles.

  Liar.

  He’s not like his psycho best friend.

  “It’s cute you’re jealous.” I love poking this bear.

  “Not jealous, rat.”

  “Totally are, rat lover.”

  “Don’t call me that.” His voice is filled with amusement and then it fades. “Dammit. They’re here. Tomorrow night. And if Cuntingham so much as looks at you at the game tomorrow, I’m tripping him. He can fall on his fucking face for all I care. Coach can kick me out of the game.”

  “You’re so precious,” I tease. “Defending my honor.”

  “Bye, fucker.”

  “Bye, hero.”

  He mumbles out a “fuck you” before hanging up.

  My heart skips several times.

  Roan Hirsch is jealous. Because he likes me. Really likes me. He’s possessive and doesn’t want other guys looking my way. I haven’t felt so overjoyed in as far back as I can remember. I’m still grinning when my phone rings.

  Dad.

  He sucks the joy right from me.

  Roan

  “Ah, Jesus,” Terrence complains. “Who invited him?”

  I squint in the snowy darkness, trying to make out who’s walking toward us. As soon as I see three familiar faces, I tense up. It’s Sidney, Gio, and Hollis.

  “Sidney,” Cal tattles. “She invites everyone to Campfire Chaos. It was much better when it was just the four of us. Fucking girls.”

  “She’s fucking that nerd.” Terrence nods toward Gio. “Her own clan of bitches have left her high and dry. So I think we should just tell her she’s not cool to come anymore.”

  “I mean, she’s not sucking any of our dicks lately, so she’s kind of useless.” Cal’s cold words hit me right in the chest. Before I can respond, Jordy pipes up.

  “She never sucked my dick,” Jordy growls. “And you know it makes you sound like total cunts right now. Discussing like a couple of bitches how you won’t invite some chick anymore because she’s no longer sucking your dick.”

  I smirk because it’s true. Terrence and Cal are cool most days, but sometimes they act like such douchebags.

  “You gotta pay to play,” Cal says, grinning wolfishly at us.

  “I think she’s paid plenty,” I grind out as I rise to my feet. “Sidney’s cool. Leave her alone.” After the last time we slept together, around New Year’s, I swore to myself I’d stop using her for sex, because it’s true. Sidney is cool and deserves more than that.

  Jordy throws a handful of snow at Cal. When they get into it, slinging it back and forth, I trudge over to where the three of them—Gio, Sidney, and Hollis—are erecting a tent. Gio pauses every few minutes to steal kisses from Sidney. I’ve never heard her laugh before. Not like this—carefree and happy. Her giggles from before were flirty and forced. She’s fucking snorting right now.

  Hollis gives me a knowing look. One that says he knows I’d like to be stealing kisses right now, but I won’t. He’s mistaken.

  “Yo,” I call out to him. “Want to help me grab wood for the fire?”

  No one pays attention as we walk away from the camp area and into the woods. I find a thick tree and push him up against it. My gloved palms find his neck and I kiss his cold lips. He grips my coat, pulling me closer. Our tongues lash playfully until hunger and need take over. I want him. Naked and pressed against me. I want him to fuck me or me to fuck him. I don’t care as long as we’re doing it together.

  “Better calm down before someone sees,” he reminds me.

  I don’t care if anyone sees.

  I just want him.

  My lips trail kisses to his neck and I suck on his skin, loving the groans coming from him. I’m marking the porcelain boy’s flesh so that it’s purple and blue and angry looking. Maybe it’ll tell Cuntingham to look away.

  Hollis is mine.

  I bite his neck playfully. His reaction turns me the hell on. He grips me tighter and thrusts his hips against mine, a needy moan climbing up his throat.

  “I can’t wait to get you in my tent tonight,” I growl against the shell of his ear. “I’m going to—”

  My words are cut short by the thumping of loud bass. A black SUV rounds the curve, blinding us in its headlights. We break apart and I squint, trying to figure out who the fuck is crashing our party. I know everyone who comes here and no one has a car like that. It passes us, heading for the campfire.

  “Come on,” I say, taking Hollis’s hand and squeezing it.

  We walk hand in hand back toward the group and I reluctantly let go at the last second. Some guys hop out of the black SUV and walk right over to Jordy. I don’t like the way they’ve crowded him.

  “Stay here,” I order, trudging around the campfire to my friends.

  Cal and Terrence are standing behind Jordy, their eyes narrowed and bodies tense. Hatred gleams in Jordy’s eyes. When he sees me approaching, fear flashes in his eyes. Fucking fear. Oh hell no.

  “Can we help you?” I snap, coming to stand beside my best friend.

  The motherfucker clearly in charge who wears a red bandana laughs at me. “What are you? The fucking butler?”

  I fist my hands, but Jordy grips my bicep, stopping me from pummeling this asshole.

  “What do you want, Renaldo?”

  Renaldo.

  “Just checking up on you, buddy.” Renaldo grins. “You haven’t been to work in a few days. Juno’s swamped. I told him I’d pay you a visit to see what’s up.”

  “School. Basketball,” Jordy bites out. “I’m in high school in case you forgot.”

  “I didn
’t forget,” Renaldo says. “I also didn’t forget you have a job helping your brother with cars at his shop. My cars. They’re piling up, which means I can’t sell that shit. You know what happens when I don’t sell that shit?” He sneers at Jordy. “I don’t make money. The way I see it, you’re keeping me from getting paid. Want to explain to me why you’ve got beef with me, kid?”

  “I’ll help him,” I blurt out. “Get caught up.”

  “Hey,” one of Renaldo’s friends says. “Aren’t you that fucker who beat the shit out of my homie?”

  I freeze, turning my attention on the guy. I’ve seen him plenty of times before at the apartment. He runs in Alejandro’s crew. Fuck.

  “You’re a goddamn idiot if you think we’re rehiring you,” Jordy sneers my way, ignoring the guy. “You fucked everything up. Terrence will help me. We’ll get your shit caught up, Renaldo.”

  “Yep,” Terrence agrees, though I don’t know he realizes exactly what he’s agreeing to.

  Jordy shoots me a fiery glare that tells me to back the fuck away now. I refuse to leave him, but I keep my mouth shut.

  “Good,” Renaldo says. “Very good. See you tomorrow.”

  They all turn to leave except Alejandro’s friend. I glower at him, warning him with my hate-filled stare to leave before I bust him in his fucking teeth. He spits in the snow before leaving without another word.

  As soon as the vehicle is gone, kids start laughing and cutting up again, no longer interested in what the Hoodlums are up to. I can tell Hollis is worried, but he stays back with his friends.

  “You,” Jordy snarls. “In the cabin with me. Right the fuck now.”

  Feeling like a scolded child, I follow him inside. As soon as the door slams shut behind me, he rages.

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” he bellows. “I need you to stay the fuck away so you don’t get involved!”

  I shove him. “You’re my best goddamn friend. If you’re into shit, I’m there with you.”

  “No,” he snaps, gripping my coat and slamming me into the wall. “You don’t get to because you have a motherfucking job. Roux. Don’t ever forget.”

  All the fire is snuffed out as I take in his words.

  He’s right.

  I was so careless.

  “I didn’t think,” I mutter. “I just…I didn’t like how he was talking to you. I wanted to help you.”

  “You will help me,” he says in a softer tone, “if you and Roux just stay out of it.”

  “That guy was Alejandro’s friend.”

  He releases me and scowls. “I know. I’ll take care of it.”

  “How? He knows we’re friends.”

  “I’m good at what I do for them. Renaldo likes me, hence the fucking visit. If Franco starts sniffing around, I’ll say something to Renaldo to get him to back off.”

  “What if he doesn’t back off?”

  “He will.”

  “And if he doesn’t?”

  “I’ll fucking make him.”

  It’s cold as fuck, but now that Hollis has joined me in my sleeping bag, I’m quickly warming up. Rather than let me fuck his brains out, he runs his thumb along my bottom lip. I can’t see him in the dark, but I can feel his frown.

  “What?” I grumble.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “I’m just worried about Jordy. He’s gotten himself into some messy shit.”

  His lips brush against mine. “He seemed hell-bent on keeping you away from it.”

  “If I want to protect Roux, then I need to.”

  “But…”

  “But I hate leaving Jordy to deal with it alone.”

  “He has Terrence.”

  “Terrence’s mouthy ass will get himself shot.”

  I’m no longer interested in talking about stressful shit. I roll onto Hollis, kissing him deeply. He moans loudly and fuck if I don’t hope that Cuntingham hears it.

  “I brought lube,” Hollis murmurs. “I’ve been fingering my ass to get ready.”

  Fuck.

  My dick jolts, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

  “You’re going to let me fuck you?”

  “We don’t exactly get much time alone,” he whispers. “I will take what I can get from you when I can get it.” He nips at my bottom lip. “Take your clothes off, Roan. Let me feel you.”

  Goddamn him.

  He gets so confident and bossy in the bedroom. It makes me want to obey every fucking word. He’s dangerous, but I don’t care. I want to devour every wicked drop of him.

  Undressing inside a sleeping bag proves to be difficult, but I manage to remove the lower half of my clothes. Once he’s halfway naked too, I rub my cold skin against his. It feels good with his solid muscles twitching and flexing beneath mine.

  He fumbles in the dark and I hear something unzip.

  “Here. Condom. Lube.”

  I paw at him in the dark until I find them. As much as I want to sheathe my dick, slap some lube on it, and shove it inside him, I don’t. I’ve missed him this week. So I take my time kissing him. Our kisses grow more fervent and soon I’m rubbing my dick against his. I love every hiss and sharp breath of pleasure he takes. Gripping my dick, I slide it along his ass crack.

  “I’ve never done anal before,” I tell him. “I’m, uh, experienced sexually, but not there. Can we do it like this?”

  “We can do it however you want,” Hollis murmurs. “This first time, I want to be able to kiss you. I’d like it this way.”

  Face to face.

  I’d assumed gays just fuck doggie style, but I guess with the right maneuvering it, you could do it at any angle.

  “We’ll do it this way then. I want to kiss you too.”

  He takes the lube from me and I can hear the cap pop open. I busy myself with rolling a condom on. His hand finds my dick as he strokes lube onto it. Then, he moves his hand between us.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Fingering my ass to get ready for you.”

  “Fuck, Hollis. You kill me.”

  “You kill me too,” he says, a smile in his voice. “My fingers feel good, but you’re going to feel so much better.”

  My dick aches to be inside him. I reach between us, my hand covering his as he fucks his own asshole. Since my fingers are still lubed up, I slide my finger between his two, joining him. He groans and slides them out. His body tightens around my finger. Fuck, he’s going to feel so good.

  “Stretch me, Roan,” he orders. “Your one little finger isn’t doing shit. Have you seen how big your dick is?”

  I groan and ease another finger inside him. His body stretches to accommodate me. Then, I push another one inside, despite the hiss he makes.

  “Does that feel good?” I murmur. “When I fuck you with my fingers?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “You want my dick, though, don’t you?”

  “God yes.”

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please, Roan.”

  Jesus, he’s so fucking hot.

  Sliding my fingers out, I grip my dick and then press the tip against his hole. We both moan when I push into him. Slowly. So fucking torturous.

  “You may think I’m made of glass, but I won’t break,” he taunts. “Fuck me like you’ve missed me.”

  I seek out his mouth and buck my hips, loving how his body clenches around my dick so tightly I see stars. He feels good. Really fucking good. I nip at his lip and thrust again. Hard enough to make him yelp.

  “Mine,” I murmur against his mouth. “So fucking mine.”

  It’s the truth.

  I’ve never felt so goddamn possessive over anyone in my life. Like if I fuck him hard enough, I’ll get to claim him forever. How is it a boy I barely know has stolen every part of my soul?

  “Yes,” Hollis breathes. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.” He groans. “Roan, touch my dick. I want to come with you in my ass.”

  His words are dizzying, and I greedily yank at his dick. We’re frantic and m
essy, both of us eagerly racing to the finish line. I know when he’s close because his ass tightens around me and he lets out a small cry of pleasure. It sends me over the edge, forcing my orgasm out of me without warning. I groan against his mouth as my dick pumps into him. It makes me hate the condom, wishing I could fill him up without a barrier. His heat soaks my hand as I jack him off. The thought of him inside my ass, doing the same, is both terrifying and exciting.

  I fall against him, my mouth latching onto his neck. It’s bruised from the last time I sucked him here, and I don’t relent. I bite and nip on my now favorite part of him because it’s a silent claim to the world. Mine.

  “You just going to keep your dick in there forever?” he teases, his breaths coming out in pants.

  “Yep. I’ll just get hard and fuck you again.”

  “You wear me out.”

  “I’m just getting started, rat. Can’t wuss out on me now.”

  He laughs. “You have to let me catch my breath, rat lover.”

  My dick twitches inside him. “Nah, I kind of like you breathless.”

  His moan is loud when I drive my hardening dick deep into him.

  “I want to fuck you bare. One day will you let me?”

  “I’ve only ever been with Lucas. You could do it now if you wanted.”

  As much as I want to, I refrain. Barely. “Let me get tested. I want to make sure I’m clean. I used condoms, but I fucked too many people to not be safe.”

  I hate myself right now.

  If I’d kept my dick in my pants rather than fucking my way through half the girls in our senior class, I’d be able to fill Hollis’s ass up with my cum.

  “I can wait,” he tells me, his voice soft. “It’s fine. Don’t do whatever you’re doing right now.”

  “Fucking you?”

  “No, dumbass, blaming yourself.”

  Our mouths meet again, this time in a sweeter kiss. I don’t know how Hollis wrecked my life so easily, but he did. It’s been messy ever since that very first day. I wouldn’t change one second of it, though.

  In all honesty, I want him to wreck me some more.

  I want him to decimate me.

  Hollis

  Saturdays are officially date nights. For the past three weeks, Roux stays the night with Charlotte while Roan and I run off together. Mom knows. I know she knows based on the sly smiles she gives me. But since we haven’t come out to anyone, she doesn’t say a word about it. It makes me love her even more.