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He sweeps my hair to one side, and I can feel those astute eyes watching me as I take him in deep. “Yer fuckin’ beautiful,” he pants, thrusting his hips and hitting the back of my throat. “Yer the only thing that makes sense to me.”
I understand what he means. It’s the reason I was so drawn to him in the first place—we’re two broken people who somehow became a little less broken the day we met. Hardly eloquent, but to me, it makes perfect sense because I doubt either of us will be whole ever again.
But together, we complete the other. Punky lends me his strength to mend my wounds, and I offer the same to him.
“Fuck.” He tries to push me away, but I’m not going anywhere…in every sense of the word.
He’s helpless to my demands, and with three quick thrusts, he spills his hot seed down my throat. I swallow every last drop, humming at the fact that a part of him is inside me.
The moment he’s done, he lifts me and slams me onto his lap, where he kisses the ever-living fuck out of me. Just as he’s undoing my jeans, there is a sharp knock on his door.
“I’m sorry, lad, but we need to head soon.”
Punky groans against my lips. “For fuck’s sake. It’s my uncle Sean.”
With one last kiss, he slaps my ass and takes me with him as he stands. I understand whatever his uncle needs him for is important.
“I—”
But Sean’s knocking on the door interrupts me. “Punky? Y’ve got ten minutes.”
“Can we finish this later?” Punky asks as he does up his jeans. “I’m sorry.”
I nod, as what I have to tell him will need more than ten minutes to spare.
“Quit yer yackin’. I’m comin’.”
Punky kisses me quickly. “I’ll call on ye tonight. I have somethin’ to take care of first.”
I raise an eyebrow because this doesn’t sound good. I could press and ask what that entails, but I’m in no position to question him when he doesn’t even know my real name.
“All right. Be careful.”
“I always am.” He smirks, stealing my breath away. But who needs air when I’ve got this?
He heads into the bathroom, where I hear the shower turn on.
Gathering my things, I take one last look at the drawing, realizing I owe Punky so much. I see his uncle through the window. He’s on his cell, talking animatedly to someone. A sudden sense of foreboding overcomes me.
Deciding to start small, I reach for a pencil and write a note in Punky’s sketch pad. Tearing off the page, I fold it and slip it into the pocket of his hoodie where it’s draped over the back of his chair. I don’t know why I feel the need to do this. Something inside me tells me it’s the right thing to do.
Once I have everything, I open the front door and get onto my bike to ride home. Sean has gone, but that’s okay. I’ve already told him what I need to…unbeknownst to Punky.
Yet another truth I keep from him.
As I ride home, I think about the mess I find myself in. The night I came to see Punky, I was going to tell him everything. But I bumped into his uncle first. Punky told me he trusted his uncle with his life, which is why I decided to tell him what I knew.
I wanted to tell Punky the truth, but his uncle assured me that he’d deal with it accordingly. With Punky’s temper, he was bound to act first and ask questions later, which would result in all of this being for nothing. I trust Sean because of Punky, so I hope I did the right thing.
Sean was very understanding, and when I started, it was like I couldn’t stop. He knows my entire life story. He knows who I am. He had every right to throw me out and tell me to leave his nephew alone. But he didn’t.
He promised me it would be all right, and that Punky would be safe. I just hope Punky understands.
Even though Sean has asked I don’t tell Punky the truth until he says it’s okay, I don’t feel right lying to him any longer. I told Sean in the belief that this would be over. But all it’s done is make me feel guilty for confiding in Sean and not Punky.
I find myself caught in a deeper web of lies, and I want out. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but two wrongs don’t make a right. She’ll forgive me. I know she will. But I won’t forgive myself, because I failed her…which is why I need to tell Punky the truth.
Maybe, just maybe, he can help me. I don’t know what else to do.
