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Knowing I’m going to gag, I try to prepare myself. I swallow, take a deep breath, then shove him down my throat. I gag, but his groans have me staying there. I cough, my stomach threatening to expel whatever the fuck I ate, but I push it away, push it down, focus on making him feel good.
“Fuck, yes. Kolton, Christ, you’re going to make me come.”
I’ve never heard better words in my whole fucking life. So I lift up again, then take him down again, and he fucking explodes. His dick throbs, his cum hitting the back of my throat. I gag even more, I cough, but I keep sucking, keep pushing down, knowing this needs to be good for him. I have to be good for him.
Because if I can be good for him, maybe he’ll take me away from this fucked up town and my fucked up family.
Maybe if I’m good enough, he’ll keep me.
Chapter Eight
Kolton
I stare at Kenting who is cowering behind his desk. Words haven’t left my mouth yet. Sometimes, words are hard. Or maybe my body just got into the habit of shutting up and not talking, because when I did, it resulted in a backhand to the face from my father.
“I’m… not sure how this happened,” Kenting says carefully, his hands tightening around the arms of his chair.
Think before acting, Kolton. Think before acting.
“So what you’re saying is we need to pull eighteen grand out of our asses?” I ask calmly.
“Uh… well, yes.” He clears his throat, shifting in his seat. “I’ve already called everyone I can. I’ve been on the phone all morning. The state doesn’t care.”
No one cares about this fucking town, not even me, so why should I be surprised? I guess I’m not, if I’m being honest. Andif this weren’t for the kids, I’d wipe my hands clean of it. Too much work, too much stress.
“There’s something else,” he adds quietly.
I raise a brow. “What more could there possibly be?”
The calmness of my tone is surprising to even me.
“I spoke with the construction company, to see if there was a way they could work with us, and of course, they said no.” He clears his throat again. “And then they told me that if we have to change the date of the work, there are fees and if it goes into the next year, they will have to assess everything again and give us a new quote, and he assured me it would not be as cheap as it is now.”
Kenting stares at me, trying to be strong but failing.
I get up and Kenting flinches, hitting his knee on the desk but biting back the pain.
Fucking pussy.
“Guess I’ll have to figure out where we’re going to get eighteen thousand dollars in two months.”
I walk out of the school and hop on my bike to head to the clubhouse. Grizz is sitting on the couch, watching TV like a lazy piece of shit.
“We have a problem,” I say.
“What’s that?” he asks, his gaze still on the TV.
I have no idea what the fuck he’s watching. It looks like some reality TV bullshit. I snatch the remote from beside him and shut it off.
“Hey, I was watching that!” he shouts.
“It’ll be on when we’re done.”
“But I’m going to miss them seeing each other for the first time. Son of a bitch,” he mutters. “What the fuck do you want?”
“The paperwork for the rebuild got fucked up. We need eighteen grand.”
He whistles. “Damn.”
