Dark Child (Wild Men 5)

“Merc…” I arch up when he thrusts again, thickening inside my pussy. “Holy crap. Please…”

“Mine,” he whispers, “love you, you’re mine…” Moving inside me, starting the cycle all over again. “My CatGirl.”

“My DreamBoy.”

This time he hauls me up

on his lap, kneeling on the bed, and looks up at me with something like awe in his eyes as he pounds into me from below.

I cling to him, rock with him, the pressure rising fast, then snapping just as suddenly, making me cry out.

He groans my name over and over as he loses control and spills jets of wet heat inside me.

My guy.

I hold on to him and he buries his face against my breasts. Whatever is lurking in his dreams, in his past, we’ll beat it together. I’d fight anything, any monster and any dragon, to stay with him forever.

“She just called,” my sister says, sitting on her sofa “Mom. Asked how I was doing.”

“Ah-huh.” Not something strange to ask, granted, but this is our mom we’re talking about. “When was the last time she called you?”

“Uh, I don’t know. My fifteenth birthday?”

“Yeah. See? That’s what I mean.” I think about this. “Did she say anything else?”

“That… she wanted to help.”

We sit in silence, contemplating this new twist.

“I told her,” I say eventually.

“Told her what?” My sister is about to freak out. I can tell from the tic starting under her right eye. “What did you tell her?”

“How amazing you are. How she hasn’t been the best mother. And how you could use a helping hand right now.”

She shakes her head, dark hair falling over her face. “Come on. You think she’ll do anything to help? I gave up on her long ago, Cos.”

“I know. But you’re not someone who gives up easily, sis. Not even on those who give up on you.”

“Oh. Did you,” she swallows hard, “tell her about Griffin?”

“I’m not sure what to tell her about Griffin, Soph. You tell me.” I wasn’t going to say anything, but the words pour out of me. Guess I’m angrier than I thought. “You’ve taken care of him for so long, slept at that frigging hospital for, what, days? Weeks. Just to be by his side. He’s been living in your apartment. Does he talk to you at all?”

She makes shushing noises.

“God, Soph.”

Sick or not, I bet he’s just an asshole. My sis came back to him and has been an angel to him. If he didn’t want her around anymore, he could have said so. He’s taking advantage of her, and she lets him.

Exactly what I used to do, how I let guys walk all over me, before I met Merc.

But how can I save my sister when she doesn’t want to save herself, when she obviously thinks that the guy has the right to treat her this way because she came back to him, and lets him?

Handsome or not, he acts like a douchebag. Not talking about it won’t help.

“I’m not saying to kick him out, Soph. You’re his friend, I get that. Help him. Help him get well. You can be his friend. But don’t give him your heart if he won’t give you his. That’s all.”

Her chin goes up in defiance. “You don’t understand.”