Vicious Rebel (82 Street Vandals #2) - Heather Long Page 0,62

began to power into me, and it took all the strength I had in my trembling limbs to hold onto him. Then his mouth captured mine and his fingers replaced mine on my nipples. I dug my nails into his back as his muscles bunched and flexed.

I came in a rush of wetness, the orgasm spiraling out of control, but he didn’t let up, not once. The punishing pace drove me up the bed, and I fought to keep him between my thighs. Then one of my legs was over his shoulder as he pulled me upward, folding me near in half as his cock took me deeper still, stretching me right to the edge, and when I came this time, I sobbed and clung to him.

He orgasmed on a ragged cry, pounding into me until he filled me up, and then we were clinging to each other, trembling. Light teased at my eyelids, and I opened them to find a pair of frosty gray eyes boring into mine. Jasper stood illuminated in the doorway, his attention riveted on us. I opened my mouth, but he turned and left, pulling the door closed with a thud behind him.

Shit.

Broken Set

Liam

The conversation in the other room carried through the door. Not the words, just the tones and the inflections. Ms. Stephanie wasn’t happy. But she didn’t seem to be having much effect on the couple inside. Every couple of weeks or so, the group home got visitors.

Couples. Lawyers. Occasionally other social workers. They came through and studied us like animals in the zoo. Milo said to just ignore them, let them come in, look around, and leave. Most of the time, I agreed with him.

Most of the time.

But I’d seen his face a few weeks earlier. It was the day three kids were adopted out at the same time. Adopted, not placed. Adopted meant they weren’t supposed to come back. One of the kids…

The door opened, and Ms. Stephanie glanced out and then down at me. She gave me the most insincere smile I’d ever seen on her face. It faltered, the corners turning down before the smile could even reach her eyes. No, those only held an apology.

“Liam, come in, I want you to meet the O’Connells.” She cleared her throat as I stood and moved aside so I could see the couple in her office. The man studied me for a moment as he stood, then he stepped forward and held out his hand like we’d actually been introduced.

“Hello, Liam,” he said. “My name’s Jonathon and this is my wife, Mary.” Mary was a quiet thing, but there was an inescapable hope filling her eyes that made me shift in place. I studied his hand for a moment, then shook it slowly. I wasn’t sure what was going on. Most of the time, I could figure it out.

Today? Not so much.

We weren’t even at the group home. Ms. Stephanie had picked me up. Just me. Not Rome. That was strange enough. Now, the couple was looking at me like I was an answer to a question they hadn’t actually asked me.

Ms. Stephanie stepped between us, breaking the uncomfortable eye contact, and I half followed her to the desk. But she didn’t go behind it so much as lean against it. “Liam, have you seen Jonathon and Mary at the group home the last couple of weeks?”

“Sure,” I answered. It was automatic. Lots of people came through. Milo was right about ignoring most of them. I got the routine—they looked, but they didn’t want us, the older kids. The broken ones. We were the ones who were stuck in place. That was fine…

“We’ve been watching you,” Mary said, moving to perch on the chair closest to me. Soft floral scents tickled my nose, and I resisted the urge to sneeze. She seemed like a really nice lady. “Oh, hell—Crap!” Redness bloomed in her cheeks, and she put a hand over her mouth like she was horrified.

Mr. O’Connell appeared to be struggling not to laugh. I didn’t fight it. That was funny. Adults acted like they didn’t cuss all the time. Like it was some secret language we kids weren’t supposed to even know yet. I hated to fucking break it to her. I pretty much knew every single word. Even cunt. Thank you, Jasper, for that one. He knew a lot of good ones.

Mary’s face relaxed, though the pink in her cheeks was in high bloom. She really was a nice