Page 56 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

I sucked in a breath, ready to question him further, but he wrapped his lips around me and swallowed me straight down to the root. “FUUCCKK,” I bellowed and wrapped my fingers around his curls, wrenching his head back. “Never?” He shook his head, an indecent smirk on his face before he sucked me right back down. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” I sunk my teeth into my lip, trying to fight my body as I flushed hot. Waves of euphoria crashed over me, and my balls drew up tight, hugging the base of my dick.

Jamie pulled back and sucked in a rasping breath, tears shimmering in his eyes. “Come. I need your cum now.” He took me back in his mouth, using the perfect amount of suction that made electricity shoot down my spine when a wet finger trailed up my taint and rolled my balls. I was fucking done for. I was dead.

My orgasm slammed into me so hard, my vision went black as my soul flowed through my dick. Ropes of cum shot into the tight heat of Jamie’s throat. His guttural groan was loud enough to rival mine. The vibrations rolled through my pulsing cock, prolonging my orgasm as euphoria drugged me.

“What the fuck is this?” My eyes flew open to see Chad standing in the doorway, shoulders rising and falling with the ferocity of the ragged breaths tearing out of him. He stormed toward me, fists clenched, knuckles white as he swung at my face. If I wasn’t still lost in the euphoric waves of the most intense orgasm of my life, I might have been able to react in time. ”You’re a fucking faggot?” he spat in my face as his knuckles crashed into my cheek with the force of a Mack truck.

“Fuck off, Chad,” I bellowed at him as Jamie whimpered and clutched my leg like it was a shield. “Shhhh, baby, I’ll get rid of him.” I was just about to push off the bed when footsteps thundered down the hallway in our direction. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature as Chad started to rain down blows on my face.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

JAMIE

Chad’s hate-filled voice pummeled through my blissful orgasmic haze like a brick to the head. I coiled in on myself and clutched Dillon’s leg like it was the last defense between me and the end of the world. The sound of flesh hitting flesh had me squeezing my eyes shut and a whimper ripping out of my mouth.

The sound of thundering footsteps and raised voices grew louder and louder with every second that passed. My heart pounded in my skull and adrenaline flooded my system, making me shake so hard my teeth chattered. Dillon let loose a pained grunt and shoved me off him, the movement forcing me off the bed. I crashed to the floor with a shout. The impact forced my breath from my lungs, and copper burst across my tongue.

Fear consumed me, turning the blood in my veins to ice as images of my dad beating my mom half to death choosing this moment to assault my mind. One after another, they flashed behind my eyes in vivid technicolor. Bile churned in my gut and coated the back of my throat.

“What the fuck are you doing?” someone shouted. “Vieck, get Chad the fuck out of here.” I cowered, pushing myself flat against the carpet as each barked word felt like a physical blow.

“Ahh, shit. Stevens, get in here and help,” another voice ground out, strain evident in their tone.

“Chad. Chad? Chad! Come on, you dick, cool it. Or you’ll be on the bench.”

“Fuck you! I will not be benched for a fucking fa—” A loud thud echoed in the silence as something heavy hit the floor. I flinched at the sound it made when it landed. Tears leaked from my skewed-shut eyes as I whimpered.

“How much does he weigh? Ugh.”

“Three hundred or so, I reckon. He’s a big boy.”

“Haha. You can say that again.”

“Stop wasting time and throw his ass outside. The rest of you clear out while I check Cap over.” Heavy footsteps were accompanied by a low groan as bodies moved and followed instructions. A foreboding silence filled the room, and tension coiled through my body like a compressed spring. The pressure in my lungs didn’t abate as a shuddering breath stole through me.

“Dil, sit down. I need to clean you up.”

“Fuck off, B. I need to find him. Shit. Fuck!” I could just imagine Dillon carding his hands through his hair and yanking on the strands as frustration ate away at him. “Little crow, are you okay?” The soft words were closer than I’d expected, and the tentative hopefulness in his tone almost killed me.

The air around me felt charged, and apprehension slithered over my skin as I felt Dillon’s presence next to me. I refused to open my eyes, even when he stroked his fingers up and down my arm in a soothing motion. I wanted to lean into his touch and find solace in his arms, but I couldn’t. Not yet. It was too raw. I was undone and vulnerable in a way I wasn’t prepared for him to see. A garbled whimper left my lips, and I shook my head, unable to find the words to express myself.

“Jamie, please open your eyes. Come on, baby. It’s okay. He’s gone.” I wanted to believe him, but my mind rebelled, triggered by the fight that had broken out. All I could see was my dad’s face as he promised mom it was all over. Lies. That it had been a mistake and would never happen again. Lies. The pitch of his voice had burrowed under my skin and echoed through my mind. I hated it. I hated him for making me fear Dillon’s closeness, for making me want to recoil from his touch.

“Maybe he needs some space, Dil?”

“Fuck off, B. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Well, I’m here, so it kinda does.” I could hear the shrug in his voice but it didn’t make me want to venture outside of the space I’d created for myself in my mind. Here, I was safe. Here, I was untouchable.

“Baby,” Dillon breathed, his hot breath like a caress on my skin. His lips brushed over my cheek, and I shuddered. “I’m here, okay? Chad’s gone and won’t be back.” He kissed my temple in the sweetest way. It was a simple brush of his lips, one you’d miss if you blinked, but I felt it all the way to my heart. “Can I hold you?” I considered his request, the pained tone of his gravelly voice, and chose to be brave, to trust that he would never hurt me. I nodded the barest of movements.

Dillon’s strong arms wrapped around me, bracketing me in the safety of his embrace. The heat of his body dulled the sharp edges and thawed me from the inside out. I was safe. I was finally home. The place I’d been searching for for the last five years found me. Chose me.

“T-thank you.”

“Anything for you.” He kissed my cheek, and the ghost of a smile played over my lips.

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