Page 38 of Ride or Die
“Baby, I’m about to come,” he warns. But that’s okay. I want to taste all of him, and I’m ready to take his load.
I continue torturing him, feeling his body tense up, his grip tightening in my hair and his breaths becoming short and shallow.
“Fuuuuck,” he growls as he releases himself down my throat. I suck him dry.
Satisfied, I sit back and giggle about how he had to pull over. Guess he couldn’t handle controlling the car while losing control to my mouth.
“Jesus, that was amazing. You’re a fucking goddess, baby.” He tucks himself back into his pants. Then he pulls me in for a tongue-twisting kiss, not the least bit hesitant about tasting himself in my mouth.
“Do you want to go out to eat tonight? Maybe go to the arcade or something?” I put my seat belt on as he pulls away from the side of the road.
He looks at me with a pained expression. “I’m sorry babe, I can’t. I’ve got to do a job tonight.”
I know what that means. This is the part of him I don’t like. It just makes me uneasy. I hope heactuallyintends to change.
I look out the window, unable to find anything to say. Like he can sense my discomfort, Colt grabs my hand.
“I know, baby. It should be over soon. I’m going to talk to him tonight. To get out. I promise.” He kisses my knuckles, and we continue our drive in silence.
I would rather not continue talking about it. I just hope he does it.
He pulls up outside my house and looks over at me. “It’ll all be okay. Ax is hosting something afterwards and I have to show face. I’ll sneak into bed with you after I’m done there, okay? It’ll be late.” He looks at me with concern and rubs my cheek.
“Okay. You got the key I gave you?” He nods and shows it to me with a smile.
He was so happy when I gave him the key to my house. It makes it way easier for him to come by for his late-night visits after he finishes with his friends or jobs.
There is nothing like the feel of his warm body slipping into bed behind me, hugging me close and falling back asleep that way. Even though his work makes me uncomfortable, knowing he’s been coming home to me every night since we became official makes it a little better.
When we pull up in front of my house, he gets out and rounds the car to open the door for me. He offers his hand and helps me out, taking me into one of his warm, protective embraces. I breathe him in, appreciating the feel of him wrapped around me.
He kisses my head and whispers, “Thank you for being patient through all of this. I promise I will make it up to you one day.”
I look up at him and he bends down, kissing me so passionately that I get lightheaded. When we separate, our foreheads touch.
“I know, babe.” I drag my hands through his hair and then pull him to me again, always in need of more.
When our lips meet again, our usual fireworks set off. He pushes me up against the car and grabs the side of my face. Our tongues move flawlessly together, his kisses both loving and dominant, soft and hard. Colton has perfect full lips, which makes it even better.
After a brief make-out session, I step out of his embrace and walk to my front door. He never leaves until I’m inside, so I turn around and blow him a kiss before I close the door, locking it behind me. I sigh and lean against it.
I think I’m in love with this guy.
I step into the house to find my dad passed out on the couch with the TV blaring, a mess on the living room table in front of him like he came home and ate everything we had. And he will probably leave all of it for me to clean tomorrow. I stand over him and look down at the sullen-looking man.
He is skinny, his eyes sunken in, huge bags lining them. His graying hair is thinning, but he still manages to comb it over. There’s an almost empty bottle of whiskey on the table, and I can’t help but notice the pipe in his hand. I close my eyes and sigh.
My dad is using again. The man hates his fucking life.
I have faint memories of us being a happy family. Simone and I squealing with laughter as we ran through the sprinkler on the front lawn, Dad chasing us and Mom watching on with love. Then, one day, it was like our life’s aura turned dark. A cloud permanently settled over our family.
Mom and Dad were always fighting, and then we got into the car with barely anything and just took off from our life. Thesmiles never returned to my parents’ faces again, and Simone became a super angry teen. The parties and drinking and drugs cycled through this house as my parents became one with the way of life in The Shores.
I’ve never forgotten the demeaning words and emotional abuse towards Simone and I for draining them. Often being told this was all our fault, even though we worked all the time as soon as we got jobs. But the money we gave them was never enough. They always wanted more. I paid them to keep this roof over our heads while I worked my ass off to get the grants and scholarships to attend university, but they were never thankful.
My world became bleak when our parents succumbed to The Shores. There are two types that live here, the ones that commit crimes, and the ones who were abused by them. Those who just survive, coping by way of substance abuse. And that’s my parents.
As much as I hate my dad, I also pity him.
