“I’m not getting locked up again. I did my time.”
“No, you got out on good behavior. You still owe the system eight years.”
That was true. Vehicular manslaughter, they had called it. I was shy a few months of my eighteenth birthday, a horrible car accident resulting in the death of a pedestrian. Eyewitnesses spoke on my behalf, saying that the pedestrian’s path had been erratic and that it would have been impossible to have avoided him. The best part was that it wasn’t an accident.
My little trip down that back road had been on purpose. He needed to die. I had to protect the men I now loved so dearly—men who had absolutely no idea that I had been around far longer than they knew. I might not have spoken to Aeron until college, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t seen them before then.
With all of the sob stories and the identity of the victim revealed to be a gang member with several priors, they let me off with time served, added some community service, and suspended my license for a year.
My father wanting a clean slate, moved us out to Primrose, weeks before college began. It was amishapthat Dad was forever trying to bury. If I told him that I was Finn, he would know that I remembered. He would know that the man they were trying to catch was me. He would know that I wasn’t the sweet little Killian he had just accepted back into the house.
Although, he should have already figured that out.
Killian lived upstairs in that bright-ass bedroom. I enjoyed the basement.
“Killian locked me away for three years. Time served,” I finally spit out, my words coming out a lot breathier than I had intended. Jade curled up around my back, her hands trailing to the hem of my pants and slowly undoing them.
I slid my hips forward slightly and leaned backward to give her better access. Doing this while Runo was on the phone probably wasn’t the best idea but I didn’t fucking care. It had been too long since I had fucked someone, even longer since someone had sucked my dick and if Jade was offering, I wasn’t going to say no.
Runo laughed again, a dark husky edge to his voice. Oh, he knewexactlywhat I was doing. “Alright. My time is up. Next Monday unless someone’s willing to trade yogurt again.”
“For sure.”
The phone dropped to the bed and I pulled Jade fully into my lap until she was straddling my hips. She stared at the phone with a strange look, as if to ask who I was speaking with but sheknew better. Instead, she rocked herself over the bulge between my legs, groaning at the pressure against her clit. “Oh, you naughty girl,” I began before pulling her into a kiss. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, playing with my lip rings rough enough to drag a groan from me. I needed to fuck this girl.
She rested back on her hind legs, staring at me through lidded eyes. “Your father’s going to kill you when he sees those knife marks in the wall.”
I shrugged, hands running down her chest before landing on her tits and squeezing. She arched into the touch with a small gasp and I squeezed again before pinching her nipples. “He never came down to my room when I lived here before. He also knows not to intrude on my privacy. You should have seen the smile on his face when you walked through the front door.”
“I thought he was going to bust a nut.” She grinned wildly as the terrible image passed through my head for the second time since I had reconnected with the man.
“Gross, that’s my dad.” My nose scrunched up playfully as I dropped my lips to a nipple and sucked,hard.
“How’s the others feel about this?” She taps my forehead.
“Not entirely happy but they can suck it. The dick’s getting wet.”
“It is?”
I wrapped my arms around her and thrust my hips upward to meet her dripping pussy. “Fuck yeah, it is.” Jade giggled, falling against me as her lips found my Adam’s apple. She kissed herway down my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as I continued to thrust against her, my dick straining against the layer of cloth between us.
I had plans for this woman.
Wait… I remember K talking about her. Isn’t she the girl from freshman year? What the fuck is she doing here?
No clue. Finn’s not really keen on answering anything. I don’t remember her at all.
How could you not? She was fucking hanging on everyone. Killian wouldn’t give her the time of day. And then…
I don’t know, Dark. I just know that I’ve never seen her before.
You were born from darkness, Daemon.
From a need to separate the evil from reality.
You don’t remember her because you didn’t exist at that moment.
There was not enough evil to create you.
