She unhinges me in a way I don’t quite understand. But I enjoy the dreamless nights and the comfort she provides upon waking.
I lean down, breathing in her scent, my cock thickening against her backside. She stirs in my arms, murmuring something as her eyes flutter open.
My chest pulls. “Good morning, darling.”
She grins, her face still slack from sleep, and raises her arms above her head, stretching. The movement pushes her body into mine, causing blood to rush to my groin.
I want to take her again.
Harder this time. But I resist, knowing she must be sore. Surprisingly, the thought of her in pain does nothing to excite me.
“Morning?” She shoots up in bed, running a hand through her tangled hair. “What time is it?”
“I’m not sure.”
“You don’t have a clock?” Her forehead scrunches.
My jaw clenches. “I haven’t been too worried about the time since there’s something much more important in my bed.”
Her frantic movements stall, pink flooding her cheeks. “Oh,” she whispers.
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “Yes. Oh.”
Her body melts into mine as she peers at me through her lashes. “I have to go. I promised my brother I’d take him to his new school today.”
Brother.
I’ve known about him, of course, but it occurs to me that Wendy doesn’t realize that, so I lift my brows in what I hope is a surprised expression, tilting my head the slightest amount. “Brother?”
“Yeah.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget we don’t actually know each other well.”
My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into my chest. “I feel as though we got to know each other fairly well last night.” My teeth nip her ear.
She giggles. “You know what I mean.” She turns in my arms, looking up at me. “Do you have any siblings?”
Ice trickles through my veins, freezing out any lingering warmth. “No family, I’m afraid. Just me.”
Her gaze bounces from my eyes to my lips, and back. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
I brush off her concern. “Don’t be, darling. Family couldn’t handle the likes of me, anyway.”
Her mouth turns down, but she doesn’t push. I’m thankful for it, not wanting to come up with an elaborate story of how I loved and lost, when the reality is it was her family who took mine away.
“My brother is sixteen, and he’s starting a new school today,” she says.
“Which school?”
Her face pinches. “Some boarding school outside of the city. He says he’s fine with it, but…” She sighs, running a hand through her hair. “He doesn’t have the best experience with other kids. And I don’t want him to be stuck living at a place where he can’t get away from the torment.” Her eyes grow glassy, and I reach out, wiping away a stray tear.
“Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m crying so much around you.” She wipes her cheeks. “I promise I’m not like this all the time.”
“Don’t apologize. I want to be the one you turn to when life gets hard.”
Her eyes gain a curious sheen, and she leans in, kissing me softly. Small, simple pecks, but they make my stomach tighten all the same.
“Okay.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” The words are out of my mouth before I can think them through, and I bite back the cringe that wants to work its way onto my face. Why would I offer that?
Her eyes light up like the fourth of July, her fingers grasping the fabric of my shirt. “Would you? I—” She swallows. “That would be really nice. Plus, then you’d get to meet Jon.”
I force a smile, mentally berating myself for offering something I truly don’t have time to give. But I can’t pull out now, and if it provides her with a modicum of extra support and comfort—the type that her father is so clearly not providing—I’ll do it.
I’m standing in the middle of Peter Michaels’s home.
Wendy has gone upstairs to change, having worn my clothing on the trip back, since I tore hers in two.
And she has left me alone.
Because she trusts me.
I walk around the living area, rage simmering in my veins as I take in the smiling faces within the picture frames—a happy family making memories while I was living nightmares.
Moving down the long hallway, I peer in a few different rooms until I finally come to the office.
My stomach tightens as I step inside, my heart beating in my throat. The room itself is warm, full of cedar and oak, but it feels unused. Empty. I doubt he’s been here often.
Still, having untapped access like this is… thrilling.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I spin around, coming face-to-face with a tall, lanky boy wearing wire-frame glasses, and a pressed maroon polo with a mermaid on the front.
I’d know that logo anywhere. Rockford Prep.
A memory flies into my brain of the first time I saw it; on the front of a brochure that was sitting on my uncle’s desk. I was fourteen at the time, and as I flipped through the pages, anticipation filled me to the brim, wondering if my uncle was finally tired of abusing me. Of reminding me all the ways he hated my father, preaching in my ears that I was to pay for his sins.
I shoved the brochure in my pocket and took it straight to Ru.
“Do you think Uncle will send me there?” I can’t help the way my words lift, hope springing into my voice.
Ru hums, puffing on a cigar. “What ya wanna go to Marooner’s Rock for?”
“To where?”
He points to the brochure. “Rockford Prep. It’s a boarding school, kept out on Marooner’s Rock—an island off the coast. You have to take a boat to get there, and they have a reputation for…” He hesitates.
My eyes narrow. “For what?”
“For fixing troubled youth, kid. And their methods aren’t known to be friendly.”
My stomach churns, but I stiffen my jaw. “Well, I still want to go.”
Ru huffs out a laugh, looking at me with a smirk. “Yeah? Think you could use a few good beatings to whip the Brit outta ya?”
Irritation at his brush off mixes with the shame that lives in the fabric of my soul until it explodes out of me. “I’ve had worse, and for far longer.” I stand up, stalking toward Ru, my suit hanging slightly loose on my fourteen-year-old frame. “I’d do anything to get away from him.” My voice is low.
Ru’s grin drops, his chair creaking as he snaps forward, meeting my eyes. “What the fuck is he doing to you, kid?”
I never ended up going to Rockford Prep. I confessed to Ru some of my darkest secrets that day, desperation making my tongue loose, hoping that somebody would act in my favor. That someone would finally see me and understand.
And he did.
I’m not sure of the details, but after that night, the worst of it stopped. The beatings continued, of course, until I was old and strong enough to fight back, but my uncle never snuck in my room again.
And even though Ru hasn’t said a word since, I know he was the reason why.
Smiling, I force my mind back to the present, placing my hands in my pockets and rocking back on my heels. “You must be Jon.”