from Shauna. Grabbing a cigarette from the pack off the table I light it up. Shauna moves to sit next to Drake on the couch.
“He can help you. You have to trust him though. I know he seems a little scary right now, but he really is a good guy.” Listen to her. A good guy? I used to be a good guy until a taste for death set in. I’m not a good guy, at least not anymore.
“Mom told me he was a good guy too. She said he would give me a better life. She said he wouldn’t hurt me.” Drake’s voice is small when he talks. My heart sinks in my chest when I realize what he just said. Someone has been hurting him. No, hurting them.
“He won’t hurt you honey, but you need to tell him what you know so he can help you and your mom,” she tells him holding his hand.
“Mom made me promise not to tell.”
“I don’t give a shit what your mom made you promise kid. You want me to fuckin’ help you two then you need to talk.” My anger is misplaced. I know it is, but this is shit.
“Reaper,” Shauna yells at me.
“Fuck off Shauna! I can’t do this shit. You know what? You deal with the kid,” I turn and storm out of the room.
Heading down the hallway, I stomp into my bedroom and slam the door closed. Bringing him here was a mistake. I don’t know what I’m doing. I can’t be a fucking dad. What kind of person am I?
I strip out of my clothes before walking into the bathroom. I need a shower. I need to figure out what the hell is going on. Why was she beaten and more importantly, why she thought dumping him with me, of all people, was a good idea.
Stepping into the shower I twist the knobs and cold water immediately rains onto my skin. I welcome the freeze as it slowly numbs my skin. As the water finally starts to warm, I hear the bedroom door click closed again. In a matter of minutes Shauna is climbing in right behind me, her body naked. Her hands slip around my waist and her lips begin kissing my back.
“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” I say softly letting my head drop forward.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, but he’s scared babe,” she says as her fingers trail a line over my stomach. I suck in a breath before turning around in her arms. I look down into the depths of her brown eyes and wonder what she’s doing with me and if she even realizes that what she wants isn’t something I can give her?
“I’m glad you’re here,” I tell her honestly because in this moment, I am. Shauna smiles up at me just as I lean down to kiss her. Her lips glide against mine as we taste each other. Fuck. She’s a good girl and I just can’t seem to help myself ruining her. She isn’t cut out for this life. She’s better than this.
“I need to fuck you long and hard,” I breathe against her mouth.
Shauna moans her agreement. I lift her in my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. Reaching between us I position myself before plunging inside of her. She’s so fucking wet and tight. Her body was made to be fucked.
Backing her against the shower wall I pump into her. The harder I take her the more the thoughts of Molly swim through my head. She was so broken lying there. So helpless. What had her life become? What happened to her after she left me? Where did she go? With every question that enters my mind I thrust into Shauna. Her nails dig into my flesh and the burn just pushes me harder. Her body slips and slides against mine as I fuck her without regard. I don’t care if I’m hurting her; I sure as shit don’t care if she thinks that there is more to this than there truly is. All that matters is that I can fill her, fuck her, and make her mine for the moment.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I pump into her, reaching behind her I grab a fistful of hair and yank her head back. Sucking on the base of her throat I feel her tighten around me. As much as I want this fucking release, the need to figure out what happened