Page 50 of Wreckin' Amethyst

“I’m not a part of this,” he grunts, adjusting his tie. Suddenly, I feel icy trepidation entering my system. Somehow, I think there’s more to this than just a wax seal.

“But you know who is,” I pressed. The man opposite doesn’t respond. Puffing on his cigar, I glance over the wrinkles lining his mouth. The silver in his hair he’s given up dyeing. Even his suit doesn’t seem as sharp as it once was, and the amount of time we’ve lost hits me. Full of disappointment or not, he’s my father. The only one I have.

“Dad,” I breathe, bringing his stoic gaze back to me, “Amethyst isn’t a fleeting fixation. She’s it for me.” Perhaps this conversation would have been better in private, but it’s nothing I haven’t already shown her with my actions. Ami is free to trample all over my heart, run for the hills and never look back. It won’t change how I feel. How I finally understand what love is and can be. Whether she’s in my life for weeks or years, I’ll hold onto this feeling for eternity. “And someone hurt her. You of all people know the lengths you went to for mom.”

My father’s throat bobs. His lips purse tighter around the cigar. He doted on my mother as much as I did as a boy. She was beautiful, smart, always laughing. The life of every party, until the light dimmed in her eyes. Watching her crumble was worse than accepting her death, I’d already lost her by then.

“Myles, trust me,” my father’s teeth are gritted. “Leave this alone. You’re not the only one who messed up in high school.” My breathing swallows. Glancing back to Amethyst, she nods reassuringly. She knows we’re not backing down from the path we’ve started walking together. No matter the outcome, Ami will see I’m here for her when it matters. I’m all she needs.

“I’m perusing this, Dad, with or without your help.” Finally, after an age of staring into the bleak fireplace, he passes me the cigar. “Whose ring sealed the envelope, and why did you look so worried when you thought I’d read it?” Hazel eyes hold mine with such emotion, I barely recognize them as my own kin. The cool, collected man I’ve grown estranged from, now looking at me with such emotion. Such…fear.

“Not here. Meet me in the pool house shortly.” Rising from his chair, my father pauses by an aged, oak cabinet to lift the lid. Lifting a black bundle, he drops it in my lap as he passes and makes his way to the door.

Unfurling the material, a college sweatshirt emblem beams back. Yellow and brown quadrants create the shape of a shield in the center. Flourishes border the outside, opening out to underline the name stitched in arching ochre. Hamilton University. The symbol on his signet ring is derived from this school logo. I twist back to ask my father if this has something to do with his secrets, but he’s already gone.

Gripping the sweatshirt, I lead Amethyst to the rear of the mansion and down stone steps leading beneath an overhanging balcony. She’s yet to say anything, and her silence is more ambiguous than a balm. I wish I knew what she was thinking, although her warm palm against mine is enough reassurance she’s not about to take her answers and run. Night has fallen during our time in the office, a sudden chill being brought in with the start of winter. I pause long enough to tug the sweatshirt over Ami’s head, uncaring of the goosebumps lining my own chest and arms.

The pool house is a large building at the end of a path winding east of the property. Under the same roof, a gym, sauna and indoor squash courts provide year-round access, whereas the outdoor amenities are only open May through October. The door is left unlocked until the house staff perform their final checks, locking up before turning in. Guiding Ami inside, the chlorine hits us immediately, the air a thick balm against my chilled skin. I locate the light switch to the main hall, illuminating the crystal-clear pool in the center of the room.

“Woah, woah, hold up,” Ami stops, holding her hands up. I raise a brow in confusion. “This is a full-blown competition pool.”

“Um, yeah?” I frown.

“With diving boards and bleachers and everything,” Ami walks around a corner, temporarily disappearing from view. “And full-size locker rooms!” I chuckle under my breath.

“That’s the first thing you’re going to say?” I follow. I find her stretching her arms wide, trying to judge the size of the shower space. “What about…wow, your dad is a cold bastard. Or, huh, no wonder you needed a distraction after your mom killed herself.” Dropping her arms, Ami gives me a rare look, devoid of all sass and attitude.

“Pointing out the obvious seemed like a waste of time. I make snap observations, not judgements.” Drawing my bottom lip into my mouth, I turn away, taking a moment to myself. How the fuck did I happen to stumble upon someone so perfect? I hate to think about that first day - had we driven away just a moment earlier, how different my life would be now. I would never have known what it’s like to be challenged, recognized and understood all at the same time. Swallowing hard, I seek to fill the silence.

“My parents hosted swimming events and were renowned for their garden parties. Given we are one of the founding families, many of the summer competitions from their high school were held here, as well as auctions and all kinds of functions back when I was a child.”

“Not now?” Ami’s hand settles on my back, softly guiding me to a wooden bench.

“If they do, I’m not invited. There would be concerns the disgraced sex-addicted son would try to rape all of the guests,” I try to laugh off, but it’s really not funny. It’s tragic. “My mom lived for the organizing. She was already three parties ahead before we’d finished the current one.” Once sat, Ami kicks my ankles wider before climbing over my lap. Her blue eyes consume me entirely, not offering any apologies or fake words. I love her all the more for that. She’s simply here.

“How long do you think we’ll have to wait?” her fingers toy with the ends of my hair. Seated over my thighs, the heat seeping from her pussy blooms directly over my dick. My hands immediately sink beneath her dress, kneading the soft curves of her ass.

“Depends on what you had in mind,” I half groaned at the wicked smile hitching up her mouth.

“A distraction,” she raises one shoulder. I now regret covering her chest with the baggy sweatshirt, but there’s no time to worry about it as Amethyst lunges at me. My back hits the wood, her mouth hot and demanding on mine. Dragging her nails up my chest, her hand wraps around my throat. I smile against her lips. Our tongues collide, desperate to have me tainting her sweet taste. My heart soars.

The tighter Ami’s grip grows on my neck, the harder I fist her ass until I can’t bear it anymore. Grinding her against my erection, I spank her sharply. The sound ricochets through the connecting hallway, echoing across the pool. My father could be here any moment, and that only heightens my need. Let him see what Ami does to me. How enamored I am.

“Fuck, Firey,” I moan, shifting my face. Kissing along her cheek and jaw, I bury my mouth into the base of her neck. The curves of her body respond, rolling along the length of me as if no clothes are barring our senses. I can’t have her close enough. Will never be far enough inside of her, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

“Hey Myles, who’s S.M?” Ami vaguely asks beside my ear. Feeling her still, I force the haze of my lust aside to ease back from her neck.

“Hmmm?” Shifting her hand upwards, she gently twists my head to the initials carved into the side of the lockers. I spy them upside down at first, but upon remembering what awaits them, I jolt upright.

“Oh shit, I forgot about those. It’s been a while,” I stammer. Keeping her nestled in my lap, I fight against my head and my dick for control. “My father and his buddies weren’t always the emotionless assholes they are now. During their college days, they were as tight as their sons are now.” Wide blue eyes swing back to my face.

“You mean…” Extracting herself from the tangle of my limbs, the cold sets back in from Ami’s absence like a bucket of ice. I hastily follow, repositioning my shaft into my waistband. The collection of etchings haven’t aged with the rest of the lockers, the once blue sheen now a peeling green. Beside each set of initials, awful depictions of stick animals have been scratched into the metal. The Pegasus we know of beside the C.H for my father, a horse, what I imagine is supposed to be a gryphon and centaur, and finally the dragon. Its spiked tail curves around S.M. Well, shit.

Ami closes the rest of the distance to brush her fingers over each symbol. These men, these powerful moguls who are somehow connected to her past.

“P.L is for Lloyd, as in Sebby’s dad?” she asks. I nod.

“Not that I’d bring up the conversation. His father abused him so often, Sebby would stay here when school was out. He’d sneak me out during the nights to hold him through his nightmares.” I clear my throat, swiftly changing the subject. “G.G is Owen’s, although he’s never met him. Owen’s mom was the maid at his father’s mansion, it was a big scandal. They put money in a trust fund for when Owen came of age, but she was cast aside. Provided the basics and nothing more, and she didn’t have the lawyers to fight it.”

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