Page 14 of Shared With His Friends
I’m not exactly sure how, but we end up in a footrace on the stairs. This girl sees competition in everything. Being from the same side of town she’s from, I understand that drive, that need to get out. So, I let her get ahead just so I can take a big palm and spank one of those tight butt cheeks hard as she screams, twisting around quickly to gape at me while massaging her ass. Yep. Gotta fatten her up. “Better hurry. Bus is leaving in five now.”
Within four minutes, I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of Jet’s sixth car. It’s ‘old’ so he lets me take it out to troll for mackerel sometimes, but now I’ve even got his prime pussy sitting next to me. In a tiny ass skirt.
‘Cause she wants it.
“So… you and Ash, huh?”
Her head whips to mine, her blonde ponytail catching in the open window as I start off down the lane. “Wh-what?”
Smirking, I focus on the road. “Like that piercing? You not a size queen, then, huh?” Lifting my hips up, I try to give some room to the beast within, but it still hardens from just getting a whiff of her rose scent on the breeze. Roses, I know, because that’s what I gave my mom every year for Mother’s Day. The one’s when she was alive.
“Can we just focus on the task at hand?”
“The task at hand, priss, is that you get knocked up, right? Jet wants you plumped up and ready? His little housewife?”
She turns her head to stare out her window.
“We could both benefit from this situation, you know.”
“What do you mean?” she asks like she’s bored, but if she were a poodle, her ears would be flat against her head.
“I mean, if you get pregnant, you got a one-in-four shot of it being Jet’s, right? And if it’s not, he’s going to take you back to where we come from.” Now she does turn her head to me, her big eyes taking me in as if she doesn’t trust me. “Oh yeah, prissy. Remember middle school?”
She likes to pretend I wasn’t there, but I was. When she had gold hair and freckles on her cheeks, with thick glasses, and crooked teeth. I tortured her every day, tugging each of her pigtails and making fun of her playing clarinet, only because she was so fucking cute when she’d blush and run away.
“Yeah, we’re from the same side.”
“We arenotfrom the same side, Wade.”
Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I grit out. “You’re right. You got warm meals and a bed. I mean, sure it probably came with unwanted touches. I got to drop out of tenth so I could try to not die from starvation. Believe me; you stop caring about who’s touching you when you haven’t had food in a few days, and it’s below freezing outside.”
I feel her eyes scan me and I don’t give a shit if she hears it because it’s the truth. We’re in this game together. “But I thought your mom worked.”
“Yeah, sheworked. She’d bring some friends over to the trailer who ended up likingmemore than her.”
“Oh my god, Wade. Did your momknow?”
Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, I laugh. “Of course, she knew, priss. She got her heroin money. I got McDonald’s.” Muttering to myself, I say, “Still can’t stand those chicken nuggets.”
“I’m sorry?—”
“That’s not what I wanted to talk about. What I want to talk about is how we can use this game to our advantage. I’m never going back there. And I know you’re not, either.”
Glaring out the front windshield, she straightens and mumbles, “No, I’m not.”
“Great.” Smacking her bare thigh gently with the back of my hand, I grab her attention. “If that baby isnotJet’s, then you’re fucked. Unless you let me help you.”
“Howare you going to help me, Wade?”
“I know people in low places. People that would be happy to fake a paternity test for you.”
Narrowing her blue eyes at me, she pauses with a purse of her thick lips. “For what price?”
“I’ll take care of it. They owe me.”
Crossing her arms shoves her breasts up higher, until her cleavage almost spills out of the V in the neck of the pink fabric. “So, what do you want?”
Ugh, my dick hardens in my jeans just thinking about my next words. “To rape you.”
