Page 2 of The Bad Man

“It’s called a group home. I wasn’t in jail.” I spent four years there before I left for college. Sometimes it did feel like jail, but there was no other place for me to go. My grandmother was all I had, and when she died, my options were limited.

“Tomato tomahto.” Emily pours the milk over her cereal, and it splatters onto the counter. I force my feet to stay glued to where they are. Emily can get snippy when I clean around her. “My mom is in jail.”

I want to ask her if she’s joking, but I really don’t have the time. I can’t be late on my first day. Well, I guess technically for my first night.

Chapter Two

JAMISON

The people who work the day shift are okay, but the night crew is my favorite. Mostly because they leave me alone. Well, until Jimmy wants to play. Thankfully for the past couple of months he’s backed off and left me in peace. I guess as much peace as can be found in a psych ward.

When the chime comes over the speakers, I don’t bother looking in the direction of the door. Visiting hours are over, and it’s not like I’d have one anyway. The second I turned eighteen my father had me locked up in this place, and he hasn’t come to see me once. It’s probably for the best.

At night, the group room is quiet, and it’s where I like to sit and read until they force me to go to bed. Currently there are only two other patients in here with me, so it’s not likely Alton is coming in to kick me out. Alton is the head of security on the night shift, and he’s probably here to do rounds early.

There’s a show playing on the television, but I’m not watching it. Instead I keep reading my book until a pair of shoes stops in front of me. Most of the staff I could recognize with one glance at their shoes, but these are new. Crisp white nursing clogs peek out of pink scrubs, and the shock of color in this place is almost alarming. Then I see Alton’s familiar shoes come up beside them, and I close my book.

“Jamison, I’d like you to meet our newest night nurse, Mia.”

My head slowly tilts back, and I take my time looking Little Miss Mia over. In a place that’s somewhere between stark white and dismal gray, she’s fluorescent pink with flashing neon lights. I can’t remember the last time I saw color, and I have to blink a few times to make sure she isn’t something I’ve imagined. It wouldn’t be the first time someone in here was seeing things.

“Mia, this is one of our long-term patients, Jamison. He’s under the care of Dr. Crane.” Alton’s eyes flicker between Mia and me before he moves a tiny bit closer to her.

I bet she doesn’t even realize he’s done it, but Alton and I go way back. I’ve been here for ten years now, and he’s been here almost three times as long. I know his tells, but he knows mine even better.

“Nice to meet you,” Mia says in a soft voice that sends a warm stream of syrup down my stomach.

My abs clench as I lick my lips and place the book over my lap. No need for her to see how much her presence is affecting me. At least not in front of Alton. Her dark hair is so silky, and the thought of touching it is overwhelming. Could Alton stop me before I could get to her? As if he can read my thoughts, he takes another step closer, this time almost slightly in front of her.

“Mia, is it?” I ask and lean forward in my seat. When she nods, it sends some of that dark hair over her shoulder, and I see a bit of pink entwined with it. More intrusive thoughts come barreling forward, and Alton really should have known better. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Her smile is so innocent it’s almost erotic, and then she cocks her head to the side to slightly expose her bare neck. It’s enough for me to see the veins throbbing against her skin, and I have to swallow a groan.

“Ask away.”

I keep the book in place because my cock is fully erect now, and in these thin hospital pants, it wouldn’t leave anything to the imagination. “Would you let me eat your pussy from the back?”

I didn’t mean for the words to come out, but I’m not used to being overwhelmed like this. If I’d seen her across the room coming toward me, maybe I could have been better prepared. As it stands, it’s not my fault.

There’s a moment before anyone reacts, and I see her eyes widen and her lips part. She’s shocked by my vulgarity, and I wonder if that means she’s a virgin. She certainly looks like one.

“That’s enough,” Alton says, and then he moves fully in front of Mia to block her from my view.

I’m off the couch in a heartbeat and already in motion. I use my book to backhand Alton across the cheek and send him stumbling back. He’s going to be pissed as hell for that love tap, and I’m sure I’ll lose reading privileges, but I don’t care. The only thing that matters to me is getting closer to Mia.

While Alton stumbles, Mia’s eyes change from shocked to terrified as I push her against the wall and press my body into hers. My cock is so fucking hard it must feel like a bat shoved against her belly, but she’s so goddamn soft. I bury my face against her neck and take a long lick of her sweetness as my fingers dig into her hair.

She smells like lilies and something fresh. Something that the inside of these walls hasn’t experienced in centuries. Her mouth opens, and I expect her to scream, but instead she lets out a whimper.

My fingers tighten in her hair, and I thrust my cock harder against her as I bite the place I just licked. My teeth don’t break the skin, but I suck anyway. I want to leave a mark on her so that she remembers this. Remembers me. God knows she’ll be the only thing on my mind when they throw me in the confinement cell.

I don’t have much longer, so after I leave my mark on her neck, I move my lips to her ear. “When you put your fingers in your cunt, pretend it’s me.” I thrust against her once more before I feel arms ripping me away from her.

I manage to free my fingers from her hair before they get me off of her, and entwined in them is the pink ribbon. I wrestle with the orderlies, and in the shuffle, I hide the ribbon down the front of my pants. With my cock still hard as fuck, they won’t put their hands down there any time soon.

After that, I stop resisting and let them lead me away. I get one last look at Mia, who is still leaning against the wall with her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess. Our eyes meet, and I wink at her right when I feel the pinprick on my ass.

That’s the last thing I remember before the world around me fades away.

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