Hood River Rat (Hood River Hoodlums Book 1) Page 16

  “You’re not listening to me,” Roan says, jerking me from my thoughts.

  “I’m just tired.” Not a lie. I feel off. I blame it on my dad’s incessant calling.

  He studies me from his position on his couch. All sprawled out and relaxed. Looking hot as ever. On his bare stomach is a plate of cheeses and crackers and grapes. Ever since I told him heavy foods make me sick, he keeps stuff I can eat on hand. I’ve probably eaten more in the last three weeks than I did the three months prior combined.

  “Want to go to bed?” he asks, frowning.

  “And miss this amazing movie,” I joke. “Not a chance.”

  He picks up a cracker and a slice of cheese, assembling it before handing it to me. “I’m being serious. You’re pale as fuck and spaced out.”

  Irritation prickles at me. “I’m fine.”

  “Oh, and add grumpy to that list too.”

  I chomp on my snack, rolling my eyes at him. My phone buzzes and it’s my dad. Again. I throw it across the room. It hits the wall with a loud thump before falling to the carpet.

  “Definitely grumpy,” Roan mutters.

  I flip him off. “I have nothing to say to him.”

  He sets the plate on the coffee table and sits up. His coppery orbs assess me. I can never escape his scrutiny. The man sees right inside me. Most days, I love it. Other days, it’s annoying.

  “I know how to cheer you up,” he says, a wolfish grin turning his lips up. His eyebrow lifts, drawing my attention to his piercing.

  “You’re going to fuck me?” My body warms at his words. I can’t get enough of him, especially when he’s inside me, which is as often as we can manage the past three weeks.

  He grabs the back of my neck to pull me to him for a kiss. “I was thinking you could fuck me.”

  My dick wakes right the fuck up, straining in my jeans. “You’re not ready.”

  “Bullshit,” he argues. “I’ve let you finger my ass nearly every time we’re alone. We’re ready for this.”

  Not me.

  Not him.

  We are. Us. I love that there’s an us. Might be a secret us, but it’s better than no us.

  “It’s going to hurt,” I taunt. “I’ll make you cry, little Roan.”

  “I’m not little and you fucking know it, rat.”

  “All I hear is ‘wha-wha-wha,’ rat lover.”

  “Fucking asshole.”

  “That’s where I’ll be in ten minutes,” I bite back at him. “Deep inside your ass.”

  His lips turn up on one side. “Make sure you go bare. If you’re going to be inside me, you can come inside me, babe. I want you to.”

  Babe.

  All I heard was babe.

  This guy owns my heart and I don’t want it back. He can keep it. It belongs to him.

  “I thought you were worried, babe,” I say, teasing him with the endearment.

  “I’m squeaky clean. Finally got word back.”

  “Holy shit. We’re really going to do this.”

  “We really are. Now take off your clothes and suck my dick, pretty boy. I want to come at least once before you fuck me up with that big dick of yours.”

  His words are tough because he likes being a hardass, but I don’t mistake the fear laced in them. Not letting him overthink, I start tugging down his sweatpants. He lifts his ass, to help in my efforts to undress him. His hard dick springs free, slapping against his stomach as I pull the pants off his body. I shed my shirt, loving how he devours me with his hot stare.

  “You once called me high-maintenance, but you’re the needy boyfriend. Always needing your big dick sucked on,” I tease, kissing his lips before trailing my tongue down his chest. “I bet you want my fingers in your ass when I suck you off too. Greedy boy.”

  He grunts, hunger flashing in his gaze. “Stop talking and start sucking.”

  “Suck on these first,” I tell him, pushing my fingers into his mouth. “Get them nice and wet so I can stretch your asshole. My dick is big, man. You’re probably going to scream like a little girl.”

  He bites on my fingers, a warning sparking in his eyes.

  Not heeding his threatening looks, I grip his dick with one hand and then lick the tip. His hips buck up, desperate for more. I rub at his asshole with my wet fingertip and then push into him. He hisses at the intrusion.

  “More,” he rasps out.

  I suck on his dick as I offer him another finger. And then another. His body is putty in my hands as I fuck him with three fingers. It only takes a couple of rubs against his prostate before he’s crying out with his release. Hot, salty cum jets into my mouth and I swallow it down. I ease my fingers from his ass and then stand abruptly, eager for round two.

  The room spins and I lose my footing. If it weren’t for Roan’s hands suddenly gripping my hips to keep me steady, I would’ve toppled over.

  “You okay?”

  “I’ll be better when I’m inside you.”

  He stands and slings his arm over my shoulders, pulling me to his side as he guides me to his bedroom. Once we’re fully naked, he kneels on the bed.

  “I want you to fuck me like this,” he says as he drops to his hands, offering his ass to me. “Claim me like I always claim you.”

  “God,” I groan as I snatch up the bottle of lube from the bedside table. “You’re going to kill me with that ass. I won’t last long. Just so we’re clear. I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks, so I’m going to nut the second I’m inside you.”

  He laughs. “Too much talk and not enough action.”

  I lubricate my naked dick and then climb on the bed behind him. He shudders when I slap my length along the crack of his ass. Then, I slide the tip down the crevasse to his puckered hole. I keep my dick steady with one hand and grab onto his hip with the other.

  “I’ll go slow,” I breathe. “Tell me if I need to quit.”

  “Don’t quit.”

  I smile as I breach the first rings of muscle with my crown. His body tries to force me out at first, but then I’m easily sucked into him thanks to the lube. Inch by inch, I bury my dick inside this beautiful, complicated man. Pleasure threatens to detonate inside me, ending this as quickly as it started, but I manage to keep hold on everything.

  Don’t come.

  Not yet.

  Just a few more moments.

  “Can I move?” My words are gruff and needy.

  “Yes, please,” he rasps out.

  Slowly, I ease out of him and then thrust back. We both groan. Dizziness washes over me. I thrust again, this time harder. My balls slap against his, sending chills running through me. His ass squeezes around my dick and he meets my next thrust when he pushes back against me.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  God, this feels good.

  I drive into him again, probably too hard, but his groans are the pleasure filled kind.

  “Mine,” I murmur. “Mine.”

  “Yes,” he hisses out. “Fuck, Hollis, you’re fucking me.”

  I smile as I piston my hips again. Waves of delicious ecstasy crash over me. I hit him again and again with my thrusts. When he starts stroking his dick, it’s such a turn on that I lose control. I fuck him hard and quick, needing to claim him.

  “Oh, fuck,” I cry out the second my nuts seize up. My dick throbs as jets of hot cum shoot inside him. No barrier. He gets every drop.

  “Holy shit,” he groans. His ass milks me as the sound of him stroking himself makes juicy wet noises, indicating he’s found release again as well.

  I slide out of him, staring in awe as my cum oozes from his red, battered hole. I want to run my tongue along the sore flesh and press my cum back into him, but the beautiful sight is stolen from me.

  Black.

  Black.

  Oomph.

  I blink away the heavy darkness to find Roan crouched over me. On the floor. How’d we end up here?

  “What the fuck, Hollis?” he hisses. “What just happened?”

  I squeeze
my eyes shut as a wave of nausea strikes. “I’m going to puke.”

  It takes everything in me to scramble toward the bathroom. I’ve barely made it to the toilet before I’m retching. First comes the cheese and crackers. Then, fuck, not again.

  “Is that blood?”

  My stomach clenches again, splattering more blood against the bowl. “Just go,” I croak out between gags. “Please.”

  The sink runs and then a cold rag gets pressed to the back of my neck. Hot tears of embarrassment and self-loathing have more puke coming up. I can’t look at the blood. Not with him also seeing it. It’s one thing for it to happen when I’m alone, but with witnesses, it makes it all too real.

  When I’ve emptied my stomach, Roan strokes my back with his fingertips and murmurs, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Nothing,” I snap, hating the bitterness in my mouth.

  “It’s not nothing.”

  “It just happens sometimes. I’m fine.”

  “You’re not fucking fine,” Roan snarls, rising to his feet. “Something’s wrong.”

  I roll my eyes as I yank the cold rag off my neck to wipe my face off. My overnight bag is already on the counter, so I rise on shaky feet, flush the toilet, and then begin brushing my teeth. Roan starts the shower and before I can escape when I’m done with my teeth, he guides me under the hot spray.

  “It’s not fine or normal,” he grits out, taking my face in his hands. “Why are you puking blood?”

  “I don’t fucking know, okay? Just drop it.”

  He shakes his head. “I won’t fucking drop it. You’re sick. You need a doctor.”

  Rage swarms up inside me. I had a doctor. My dad. He fucked us up and now I have nothing. I don’t want a doctor. I just want to be left alone.

  “Stop,” I bellow, shoving at him. “Just stop.” Tears well in my eyes before spilling down my cheeks. “Mom has enough to worry about. This will just be one more thing.”

  Roan’s gaze softens and he pulls me to him, hugging me tight. His fingers run through my hair and he kisses my head as I cry under the spray of the shower. I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I don’t want to know. I just want it to go away. I just want my mom to be happy. I just want to be with Roan and not have this other shit get in the way.

  “Please go to a doctor,” he begs. “For me. Please.”

  I nod and bury my face against his neck. He hugs me tighter. Truth is, every day feels worse on me. Whatever is wrong isn’t just going away. He’s right. I do need to get to the bottom of it.

  We make it through the shower and manage to dress in our underwear before crawling back into his bed. He holds me in the dark like he has the power to fix me. I wish that were true.

  “I have like two really good things in my life, Hollis, and you’re one of them. Please don’t take that away from me.”

  His words hollow out my aching gut.

  I’ll go to the doctor. Figure this shit out. If not for me, for Roan. He’s begging me and I won’t let him down. Too many people in his life have already done that. I’ll be damned if I’m another one on that list.

  Roan

  I love watching him sleep. It feels creepy and stalkerish, but I don’t give a fuck. He’s mine. If I want to stare, I’ll stare, goddammit. Before he wakes, his pale face is so serene. Like an angel. I feel like the devil who’s somehow managed to capture something he’s not supposed to have. Hollis is too good for me. I know this, but I don’t care. I’m greedy and selfish enough to keep him anyway.

  His pink lips are parted and plump. It makes me want to kiss him. Morning breath and all. I drag my gaze from his pouty lips down his chest to his stomach. A shudder ripples through me. Last night was scary as fuck.

  Blood.

  He was puking up blood.

  What does it mean?

  A million horrible things flit through my mind, every single one of them resulting in them taking him away from me.

  I can’t lose him.

  I’ve never been so fully obsessed with another person like I am with Hollis. I want him to consume me. It’s the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  I’m considering waking him with my mouth on his dick when someone bangs on the front door.

  What the fuck?

  “Stay here,” I grit out when Hollis’s blue eyes pop open.

  I climb out of bed and walk into the living room. After I throw my sweats on, I answer the door, ready to kick Jordy’s ass if he’s busting down my door before noon on a Sunday.

  It’s not Jordy.

  Jesus fuck.

  “Mom?”

  She looks better than I saw her last, which means she’s trying. Sometimes she tries. Her long, dark brown hair has been straightened and glimmers with some glitter shit she’s sprayed in. Amber eyes that match mine and Roux’s have been done up with smoky eye shadow, black cat eyeliner, and thick black mascara. Her lips are painted a glossy pink. She’s obviously headed to work because she’s dressed like a typical stripper in tight-ass spandex shit. No kid wants to see his mom dressed like this.

  “Hey, Roany,” she purrs, eyeing my living room with interest. “Did I interrupt you with your girl?”

  It’s obvious with clothes littered in the living room, the two glasses on the table, and all the half-eaten snacks that I’m not alone.

  Crossing my arms over my bare chest, I block the doorway. “You interrupted my morning. Yes. Now what do you want?”

  She purses her lips and waves a manicured hand in the air. “I’m here for Roux, sugar.”

  “No.”

  Her eyes flash with fury. “You don’t get to ‘no’ me. You’re my son, and while you may be eighteen now, Roux is not. It’s time for her to come home.”

  “Fuck no,” I growl. “How did you find us?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Please. I know you two have been playing daddy with Mike for years. It’s the first place I came to be honest.”

  “Leave.”

  “Not until I have my daughter.” She narrows her eyes at me.

  “She’s not here, Mom. Spending the night with a friend.”

  Mom laughs. “Roux doesn’t have friends. Is she here?”

  “She has friends,” I snap. “You’d know this if you weren’t fucking high all the time.”

  “Look at me,” she bites back. “I’m fine. I’d fallen off the wagon, sure, but I’m fine now. I want my baby girl back home. You’re welcome to come back too, you know.”

  “No, Mom. She’s not safe there.”

  “Oh, please. She’s fine.”

  “Alejandro—”

  “Just looks after you two like you’re his. Better than your worthless daddy who left me high and dry. Better than fireman Mike who thought he was too good taking on a woman with baggage. Joke’s on Mikey, though. Look where you two ended up anyway.”

  I start to shut the door in her face, but she sticks her heeled foot inside before I can close it. “I want you to call her and get her here. I’ll wait.”

  “No. She’s not going with you.”

  Her face turns red with fury. “She is not your child, dammit. She’s mine. You’ve always acted like you were better than me. You’re not, you piece of shit. I’m the one who kept food in your ungrateful mouths. I’ve had to shake my naked ass for years to keep a roof over your damn heads. And this is the thanks I get? Screw you, Roan. You’re just like your fucking father. I want my little girl right now. Find her.”

  “No, Mom,” I spit out at her.

  “I’ll call the police.”

  I stiffen, watching her features for any tell she’s bluffing. Fire blazes in her eyes. She’s not. Fuck.

  “They’ll know you’re a fucking tweaker,” I threaten. “I’ll tell them.”

  “They’ve known for years,” she says in a sickly sweet voice. “But they always let me keep you two. They know children belong with their mother.”

  “Leave.”

  “I will because I’ll be late for work
if I don’t, but this isn’t over, Roan. Tell Roux to pack her shit because I’ll be back. I’ll bring the cops if I have to. You’ve been warned. Don’t make a fucking scene.”

  She stomps down the stairs and over to Alejandro’s beat to shit Maxima where he waits in the driver’s seat. How dare she bring that trash to my home? He watches me through the windshield, as he blows out a billow of smoke that clouds the car. Mom bitches to herself the whole way to his car. Thankfully, they drive away.

  This isn’t the end, though.

  I feel it in my gut.

  Fuck.

  “Are you okay?”

  I swivel around to find Hollis dressed and sitting on the arm of the couch. A worried expression twists up his handsome features.

  “No,” I rasp out. “I…she’s going to…I don’t know what the fuck to do.” I run my fingers through my hair and tug at the strands. “Fuck, Hollis. What do I do?”

  “You can’t do this alone,” he says, standing and pulling me to him for a hug.

  “What can you do?”

  “Not just me. We’ll talk to my mom and Aunt Karen and Mike. We’ll figure something out together.”

  My chest warms knowing I have other sane adults on my side.

  “Okay,” I croak. “Let’s go.”

  I’ve buried my face in my palms, overwhelmed as fuck. If it weren’t for Hollis’s gentle pats on my back, I’d go into a full-on panic attack. His touches are soothing. It’s enough to have me pulling my hands away to regard everyone allowed in this “family meeting” as Kelsey called it. She sits on the sofa, Roux cuddled up next to her. Mike sits on the other side of Kelsey, trembling with rage. Penny and Charlotte were sent to their rooms. Ms. Frazier sits in her chair while Hollis and I share the loveseat.

  “I say we call her bluff and let the cops get involved,” Mike grumbles. “I don’t think they’ll side with her.”

  Ms. Frazier leans forward in her recliner. “As long as there aren’t drugs in the house or visible signs of her using, they’ll make Roux go back.”

  Kelsey’s lips thin out and she hugs my sister tighter. “Maybe we could talk some sense into her. Let her know Roux is safe and happy right now. Surely, as a mother, she knows she isn’t providing a safe environment for her children.”