“Hey. Just one sec, you fucking asshole.” He thinks he gets to walk away without hearing all I got to say to him? “That’s it? You call me a faggot and think I’ll fall apart and beg you for forgiveness? And what consequences are those, huh? What did you think you’ll do, spank me? Beat me up?” He keeps going, and I follow after him, all fired up for a fight. My fists are itching. “Oh wait, I know. Forget all about me until you need me again? Well, newsflash: Shun and me, we don’t need you anymore. Those days are over. We’re not little kids anymore, depending on you, motherfucker. How does it feel to be the one needing us?”
He doesn’t even glance my way. “You’re not the one wh
o will get hurt. I know where your friends live, who their girlfriends are. Where their kids play.”
My blood turns to ice. I follow after him. “What did you just say?”
But he doesn’t reply. We’re out of the park, at the corner of a narrow street, and I reach to grab his arm, turn him around.
He evades my grasp, hurries into the alley, and I follow, vibrating with rage and fear. I stumble a few steps and stop. “Wait!”
And that’s when I see the guys detaching themselves from the shadows of the alley and coming at me.
I take a step back.
Finally my dad turns, a disturbing smirk on his face. “This is a taste of what will happen to you and your loved ones if you don’t pay up,” he says. “Get him, guys.”
Fuck.
Part Two
HUSH little baby on the tree top
The wind is blowing, the cradle will rock
I’ll come with my knife and make it stop
One time, two times, three times, four
Five and then we go once more…
Chapter Eighteen
Jason
It’s warm, the surface underneath my naked body soft. Feather-light touches of pleasure pass over my skin. Fingertips. Lips. The light scruff of a man’s jaw.
Oh God, more… It’s so hot.
I’m burning.
A hand is holding me down, an arm braced over my chest, my legs, and I don’t wanna struggle because it feels so damn good. A breath washes over the hollow of my neck, my jaw, and I shiver, a sweet ache spreading down my back.
“Jase…” A man’s deep voice. Familiar. Sexy.
Safe. And dangerous.
It makes no sense, but there’s a heaviness between my legs and I spread them, giving my dick space. It’s dark, and I can’t see the man, or myself for that matter, but fuck, I’m hard. So fucking hard it hurts.
“Touch me,” I whisper, but I’m not even sure I’ve spoken the words out loud.
Please.
He bends over me, powerful arms bracing on the bed on either side of me, pressing his hard-on against mine, and I groan, lifting my hips, needing to feel him. Dark blue eyes gaze down at me. That wide mouth curls up in a smirk.
I want… Fuck, I want… Please.
But no sound comes from my mouth, and I can’t move my arms or my legs. Can’t move, but I manage to arch up against him, and he obviously gets the message. He knows exactly what I want, what I need. He presses against me, into me somehow, ramping up the pressure, the pleasure, until I’m shaking, every muscle locked tight, my balls hard, my dick twitching and leaking. I’m panting, hovering on the brink, needing a last push to crash and fall.