“Do you want more?” I fucked him hard enough that the couch battered the wall.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Sweat stuck my shirt to my chest and ran down my temples as I hammered against him, gasping. I was losing focus on what I’d been trying to do because this felt so fucking good. Keaton wanted the pain I was causing and that knowledge had me flying higher than a kite. Who needed drugs when things like this existed in the world?
His shoulders were so fucking solid, and I grabbed them and used them to rock him backward as I pumped frantically against him, the sound of our skin slapping echoing in the trailer.
Keaton stiffened and clawed at the couch cushions as he shuddered and squeezed on my cock. He was loud enough to wake the dead, but there were no words, just a guttural cry.
“Did you come for Daddy?” I asked between dragging in deep breaths.
“Yes, Daddy.”
The headrush of him saying that and the bright pops of joy crashing together inside my body had me unloading. He was so big that I flopped forward and rested on his heaving back for a few seconds before grabbing the base of the condom and easing out of him.
“I’ll get stuff to clean up,” Keaton said, but he made no effort to move.
“No. Stay.”
He grunted and that was all the answer I got from him. The bathroom was the size of a postage stamp, but it wasn’t difficultto find. It was one of two other rooms in the place. I took the time to freshen up and tuck myself away, then went out and carefully nudged him around to wipe off his cock before cleaning his ass.
“This folds out?” I patted the cushion next to him.
He nodded.
“Scoot over.”
He crawled and that had my insides flashing hot in a weird way I hadn’t anticipated. Well, that was something for later.
I struggled and got the couch open. There didn’t seem to be any pillows lying around. Huffing, I tossed the cushions back on so we would have a somewhat decent bed.
“Get up here.” I gestured at the foldout.
He nodded and crawled up, then within a minute he was out like a light.
Anger ate at me as I grabbed the garbage can sitting in the kitchen and started to clean up beer cans and other trash from around the living room and kitchen. I knew the woman who had done it was dead, but that almost didn’t feel like enough. Couldn’t she see her son was working himself to death for her and her daughter? Cardinal lied to me before he died. Why? All I could think was that he might’ve thought Keaton could take me out with his size and how he could fight. Maybe telling me it was Keaton was Cardinal’s finalfuckyouto me.
Keaton wasn’t selling drugs.
Why did Cardinal lie?
Cleaning helped me burn off some of my frustration. When there was nothing left to throw away, I crawled onto the uncomfortable foldout next to Keaton and stewed. After a while, he slipped closer, and I found myself with both arms full of a snuggly man.
My orgasm had damned near gutted me. I should’ve been sleeping like the dead, but all I could do was worry. The copswere involved in this. If Keaton really wasn’t a drug dealer, I should cut my losses. Sticking around longer would be playing into the sunk cost fallacy.
But perhaps he really would find the people who gave drugs to his mom. Then, I could play my game. I could rid the world of a small amount of evil and feel as if I was leaving it a better place when I eventually lost. Because somehow, someway, someday this would get me killed. It was just a matter of time. I worked alone. There was no one to have my back if things went tits up.
Yes, I was alone, same as Keaton.
I bolted upright and glanced toward the door as a thought struck me, then back down at Keaton. But perhaps someone really did think he had a shit ton of meth in here. If that was a rumor going around, and I’d taken it as fact, then perhaps other people thought the same thing. And one thing was universal, meth heads loved meth. They weren’t stable at the best of times.
And Keaton had his little sister living here. He might not enjoy it, and it might not be fucking smart for me to offer, but we were going to have to get him and his sister out of here because now that his mom had turned up dead with meth in her system, someone around here would find out. And they might decide to take their chances against Keaton and clean out her stash, since he was here all alone with a little girl who could easily be used as collateral.
“Fuck.” I hopped out of bed and went out to my car. I popped the trunk and grabbed my red toolbox, then hustled inside. Once the door was closed and locked, I popped the lid, lifted up the top tray, and took out my Glock. I sat down next to Keaton on the bed and rubbed his solid back.
This might be the dumbest thing I’d ever done, protecting someone I wasn’t one hundred percent sure had clean hands, but I couldn’t help myself. I would shoot anyone who came through that door and I would whistle while I buried them.
