Page 83 of Riot's Thorn
My usual rage burns hot in my chest, and my need to claim my woman is so strong, I unbutton my pants and pull mycock out. From her dirty clothes, I grab her silky panties and hold them to my nose as I stroke. Her scent is indescribable, something my mind has just associated with sex. One whiff, and I’m ready to blow.
I lick the crotch of her panties, hoping to get a taste, and am pleasantly surprised when a light burst of flavor hits my tongue. It’s not as good as directly from the source, but it’ll tide me over for now. I suck the fabric into my mouth, and with the hand not tugging on my cock, I cup my balls.
Fuck, that feels good, though it’s so much better when Parker sucks them. Goddamn, it turned me on to look down at her, her mouth full of my balls, her small hand running up and down my length. . . fuucckk. My orgasm hits like a ton of bricks. I had no plan for where I wanted to aim, so at the last moment, I went for her hair. I’d love to come all over her face, but that might wake her up.
She’s going to be pissed either way, but as I milk the last drop from my dick, I don’t have it in me to be sorry. If she wants to control where my cum goes, she’ll have to come back to me. Until then, it’s Riot’s choice.
“Look who decided to show up to help rebuild his own house,” Lucky says, sliding a hammer into his tool belt.
I glare. “Iampaying you.”
“I don’t want your money; I want a marker.”
“Oh yeah?” This interests me. The only markers people want from me are to kill someone. Who does Lucky want dead?
“Not that kind of marker.” The bastard beams the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “Tinleigh’s pregnant.”
Since that means fuck all to me, I walk around my house that’s basically been stripped to the studs. I didn’t need to pay the construction company for demolition when I had prospects and a goddamn giant who could knock a wall down with his bare hands, so we won’t start to rebuild until next week.
Outside the cabin, there are stakes in the ground and orange spray paint marking where I’m adding on so the concrete pad can be expanded. The two biggest areas of change are a primary ensuite and a spare bedroom. There are a bunch of minor changes as well. The kitchen layout will now be open to the living room and have some extra square footage for counter space, and there will be an actual pantry, since the rats are moving out of the current one.
The biggest change probably isn’t the ensuite or extra bedroom—it’s the rats’ new home. The living room is losing a little square footage because I’m having an enclosure built for the rats that will span one whole wall. There will be access points throughout so I can clean and do general upkeep. Even though the enclosure will be bioactive, I still have to be able to keep the soil damp and turn it over to prevent ammonia buildup. Not to mention, I have to clean the litter box.
There will also be a screen door to the outside I can lock and unlock. The atrium will consist of chew-proof materials so they can enjoy fresh air while still being contained. Plus, more space means I can give Amy and Ben new friends. Unlike me, rats are social creatures, so I’m sure it will add to their enjoyment of life.
“Riot, did you hear me?” Lucky asks.
“Yeah. You want a marker. Whatever. That’s fine.” I glance over at the prospects loading the big dumpster with all the demolished material from my cabin.
“No, the part about me becoming a dad.”
“I heard you. Abortion is legal in Nevada, just so you know.”
“You’re fucking goddamn asshole. She’s not getting an abortion. We want the baby.”
“Then congrats, I guess,” I say dismissively, too caught up in trying to envision the new floor plan.
“Holy shit, dude. You ruined my joke. I was asking for a marker and telling you we’re pregnant so you’d put two and two together that the marker was for babysitting.”
“You aren’t pregnant.”
His face screws up, and he scoffs. “What?”
“You said, ‘We’re pregnant,’ but Tinleigh, depending on how far along she is, is the only one with a zygote in her uterus.”
He unclips his tool belt. “I don’t even know why I try with you. We’re done here; the construction crew will take over on Monday.”
“I know.”
“You’re fucking welcome,” he sneers.
I don’t stop him to ask him why he’s angry, since it’ll make me look stupid, but as I run the conversation through my head, I can’t figure out what I did wrong. Everything I said was factual. People usually only talk to me about people they want dead, especially when they’re asking for a marker as payment, so I assumed he was trying to figure out how to kill the bundle of cells Tinleigh’s carrying.
He said I ruined his joke, but it wasn’t even funny. No one in their right mind would trust me with their baby. I’m not even sure Parker and I should have kids. What if they come out like me? That would be a curse I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. Feeling like everyone you meet lives in a different world than you do is difficult.
Finding my old corner, which is nothing but a stud now, I sit down, bending my knees and resting my arms on them. My life is in turmoil. I don’t have my safe space or Parker. Even when Itry to tell myself it’s temporary, it doesn’t help because I can’t see that far ahead. The right now is too overwhelming.
I check the time and force myself to my feet. Parker should be done at the lawyer’s office soon. Roland keeps her calendar in her phone, and since I broke into the device on the first night, all I have to do is type in her birthday for the code and know where she’ll be and when.
