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And although it does not excite me the same as when I could taste her skin, the soft panicked cry she gives, with the rapid rise and fall of her chest, along with the feel of her breast resting against my forearm is just as good.
“Please,” she begs.
What for, I don’t think even she knows. Her fingers pry at my hand while her ass pushes back into my cock.
“That word will not hold much weight with me, good girl.” I grind into her as my words register and tighten my hand just enough for her panic to set in. “Go,” I tell her, releasing my hold. “Have fun with your friends. Enjoy Halloween.”
Her back remains plastered to me, even after my hand no longer holds her. I take in the feeling of her choosing me, even if only for a second. Then I push her hips and land a solid smack to her ass.
It’s enough to get her moving.
Charlotte opens the door just enough to slide through and looks back at me one last time. Her eyes hold the question of what happens next.
“Because this will be the best one we ever have . . . by far,” I say to the empty room.
It takes me a few minutes to calm down enough to exit the bathroom. I’m so hard I even consider taking care of my problem here in this shitty bathroom.
As soon as I exit, I see Charlotte in the middle row of the car with that little fucker. I take pleasure in knowing he’ll be the first one I kill tonight.
The other kid comes out of the building with a grin as he rushes to the car.
“Go! Go! Go!” he shouts.
The driver, a pretty petite brunette, panics and skids out of the lot once he’s closed the back door. Young men shouting and cheering trail out of the open windows.
Charlotte’s panicked face looks out of the side window, searching for me. She turns in her seat and mouths, “Sorry,” through the back window.
I walk a few steps quickly, not understanding what happened. Until Duke, the gas station owner, steps up beside me.
“Little shit said his friend was going to pay. That’s sixty bucks of gas and another ten on food they had that I’ll never see.”
“You okay to clean Daniel’s truck?” Michael asks.
Duke nods, still looking after the kids’ SUV.
Blindly, I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out six twenty-dollar bills. Folding them, I pass them over.
“I couldn’t,” he resists.
“Your family has been around almost as long as mine. We take care of each other in the town, remember?” my brother tells him with a hard look, spewing the same shit my parents have been saying all my life . . . well, most of my life.
“Thank you, kid.” He nods at me, taking the money, and being the good townfolk he is, Duke doesn’t point out that Michael and I are not true Cromwells. Not by blood at least.
But it’s not blood that matters around here. It’s money. And that, we do have.
“Someone needs to teach those kids a good lesson,” he mutters before walking off toward my truck.
“I think we can manage that, brother, don’t you?” Michael smirks. I don’t answer. I never do. Not since that night . . . until her.
I needed her to hear me, to do as I order. My voice sounds weird, like it doesn’t belong to me. No longer the voice of a pleading child, it’s deep and rough. Growly from years of no use.
Michael watches me, perhaps hoping for a verbal response. Instead, I nod once before pointing at the road where the car has now disappeared before pointing at my chest.
As always, my brother understands. “I know. I saw.” A laugh huffs out of his chest as he claps me on the shoulder. “I heard.” He swallows down his emotion before continuing. “She’s gonna fight it, but if you want her, we’ll make it happen.”
I nod again.I do want her.
I have never asked for anything, only that my brother be safe. I did that, so I can do this.
