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“Dean!” She screams surrendering to the delectation coursing through her body to the point I can’t hold back the weeping in my own dick any longer. As Megan continues crumbling at my fingertips, my own cock explodes in its denim prison, the mixture of sights, sounds, shakes added to the squeezing she’s doing of my dick too fucking much.

I just fucking came in my pants...are you fucking kidding me! That’s never fucking happened before. What the fuck is wrong with me? I really am fucking broken, but I don’t think this is what Legs was referring to.

Slowly I drag my fingers out of her and out of her panties, the entire time watching the blissful expression on her face.

Fuck it. Totally worth creaming in my pants for this look.

The two of us take a moment together to gather our breath.

“Megan I—”

“Home!” Dad’s voice yells as the front door shuts.

“Fuck,” I grumble under my breath as Megan quickly grabs her jeans and wiggles back into them.

Not like I can just stand and walk her out or anything.

“I should go,” she whispers.

My hand tries to wipe away the shame on my face. “I can’t walk you out.”

“Why not?”

Embarrassed but more afraid of looking like a dick, I lift the blanket up to show the answer. A hand flies over her mouth as she giggles.

“Not funny.”

“Best compliment ever.” She pecks me on the lips and hops up. “Hey Mr. Kellar—”

“Just Kellar,” he corrects her on a yawn.

“I was just leaving.” Megan motions her hand towards the door.

“You sure?” I watch him drops his keys on the bar. “You don’t have to run off on my account. I’ll just—”

“No. Really.” She ruffles her hair while backing up slowly towards the front door. “I should get going. Goodnight Kellar.” Her eyes shoot me one final twinkle. “Night Dean...”

“Night Megan.”

Without leaving another moment for questions she rushes out of the kitchen. Dad’s eyes look back over at me. He raises his eyebrows. “Not gonna walk her out?”

“Can’t.”

“Pain or pleasure?”

“Pleasure.”

Dad chuckles, grabs a bottle of water, and says before walking the direction of his room, “Make sure you clean it all up and trash the jeans. They aren’t worth keeping. Trust me.”

The instructions make me smirk.

Yeah. I’ve got that kind of Dad and don’t mind. What I do mind is the idea of any other guy doing what I just did to Megan. That’s not a fucking option. Not at all. Not now. Not ever.

Chapter 9

Megan

“I can’t believe you just bailed.” Liv shakes her head as she folds the box closed labeled donations closed.

Which it isn’t. But it’s the only way to get shit out of the apartment without raising tons of suspicions to the front desk guy or the butler.

“His dad came home!”

“Which is weird on it’s own. He’s 19 with a decent fucking job but doesn’t have his own place?”

“He likes helping his family. He likes being surrounded by them and given the way he grew up I don’t blame him for one second. Oh my gosh! You should see him with his sister. She calls me Pretty Megan. She’s adorable.”

“I bet she’s a doll. And you are pretty. My point was you could’ve went to his room. You didn’t have to leave.”

The image of him having come in his pants make me smirk wide.

Guys don’t really do that often right? Like I should feel special?

“And he gave you two orgasms. Yeah,” Liv continues talking like I’m not here. “You should’ve went to his room, spread those legs and let him—”

My hand flies over her mouth, “Shh.” She argues when the door creaks open and Richard, one of servants instructed to babysit me peaks his head in.

“Everything alright Miss Megan?” He clears his throat, glancing at the boxes.

“We’re fine. Just boxing some of my things to give away that I know Marcus doesn’t approve of.”

“I can take them for you,” he offers folding his arms behind his back.

“We prefer to do it ourselves. You know I like charities,” I quickly say.

“Of course Miss,” he nods. “Please let me know if I may be of assistance.”

“Will do.” He turns around and dismisses himself. The moment he’s gone I let out a sigh of relief. In a whisper I scold her, “No more Dean talk. These walls have ears.”

“I—” my phone rings silencing her.

Sure enough, Marcus’ name appears and I answer, “Hello.”

“I hear you’re packing,” he clears his throat, the sound of glasses clinking in the background. “Where exactly do you think you’re going? Do you think I can’t find you?”

Clenching my lips tightly I don’t say anything.

“Megan,” his tone drops. “I apologized for what happened before I left. Profusely. You can’t possibly still be angry.”

“I’m not angry.” I grab another garbage bag that contains the clothes I came into this relationship with. The one’s he won’t let me wear. “But I told you this is over. I told you before you left. I’ve told you several times Marcus. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to. I won’t.”

Silence nestles between us for longer than I can stomach. In a cold voice he says, “I’ll be home sooner than originally expected. Be prepared to say that to my face if you expect me to believe it.”

Notice how he didn’t say stop him. I really don’t think he’s ever going to stop.

“Next time you are going to lie to Richard, make it more believable.” He hangs up and my slightly panicked filled eyes find Liv’s.

“I know that look,” she sighs dropping the box. “It’s okay Megan. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna move you into my place and—”

“And he’s gonna find me there. And he’s gonna...I don’t know what he’s gonna do.”

“Let’s file a restraining order on him.”

“His father donates a large sum of money to the police for a reason.”

Dangerous, abusive, with too much money. Lucky me.

“We’ll do something. Have you told—-”

“No,” I shh her again. “Don’t say his name in this house. And no I haven’t told him. He doesn’t need to know.”

“Uh...are you crazy? Yeah. I’d say it would be a good idea for your new boyfriend—”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” I hiss. “We’re barely...anything. You know his reputation as well as I do now. We’ll probably never have another night like that. Definitely not my boyfriend.”

“Boy gives you multiple orgasms, he needs to be,” she mumbles marching towards the door carrying one of the only two boxes that contain my life, outside of clothes, before Marcus.

I didn’t take much when I moved out of my aunt and uncle’s house and into his because I really didn’t have anything then either. A couple pictures of my parents, some clothes I feel comfortable in versus the overly tight or revealing things Marcus prefers and of course the little blue teddy bear Dean gave me before I moved away. Yeah. Even after all these years I still have him. I never thought I’d see him again, but the bear kept the hope from completely dwindling. Every night I would curl into bed holding it tightly willing all dreams to be happy and peaceful like they were when I was young and innocent. I slept with him every night until Marcus demanded I didn’t. Then I only slept with it when he was away, which is more often than he was home. Is it bad that I wish I was holding Dean now instead of his bear?

Chapter 10

Dean

Aggravated I toss my backpack down by the front door and kick my shoes off.

This is ridiculous. The
one
girl I want to be with, see more than once, am in love with, correction
still
in love with after all these years and she blows me off. For the past two weeks, I swear she’s been dodging me like a bike rider in traffic. Texts are short and impersonal. Phone calls are brief
if
she answers. What the hell did I do wrong?

“Bubba’s not happy,” Faith says not looking up from finger painting at the table next to Mom.

“Question is why?” Mom crosses her leg and leans forward resting her face on her palm. “Fail that English paper? Because I told you, it’s okay to still ask for help.”

“No,” I groan and flop down in the seat next to Little Bit. “I got a B on that.”

“Good for you,” she praises.

“Mm,” another grumbles comes out of me as Faith turns to me.

“I paint you a happy face Bubba,” she demands. Leaning forward I let her put cold red finger paint on my nose before making a smiley face by my lips. “Tadah!!” Mom giggles and my sister squeaks, “Now Bubba is happy!”

Unable to resist her cheerfulness, I smile. “Thanks Little Bit.”

“You’re welcome,” she says like her job is complete.

“Can you do mommy a big girl favor and go upstairs, wash your hands, go potty, and put on play clothes?” Mom asks wiping her hands with a baby wipe before scooting the chair back.

“Where are ya’ll goin’?”

“Playdate at Pepper’s Pizza Palace. Kid’s night with some kids from her class. Kids eat for free with purchase of an adult buffet, so,” she answers as my sister scurries off. “You want all you can eat pizza? You can meet us there if you want.”

My stomach answers for me.

“I’ll shower and drop by.”

“Good.” She starts to stand grabbing the painted piece of paper to hang it on the drying rack she made for art projects that sits in the corner by the window. “Now what’s bothering you?”

“Nothing...”

“Kid.”

“Megan’s blowing me off.”

“Any idea why?”

“If I did don’t you think I’d try to fix it?” the snap comes out of me faster than I have a chance to tone it down. Quickly I apologize. “Sorry.”

“I’ll let that one slide.” She starts screwing lids on paint and I assist her. “Have you two....”

My mind flashes back to the sight of her coming for me.

“Don’t picture it,” Mom grumbles in disgust. “Just answer the question.”

“Kind of. I mean we haven’t slept together, but we’ve—”

“I understand.” Gathering the jars in her hands she questions, “Did she start brushing you off after it?” I nod. “Ah. Then that one’s easy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Grab the pantry door for me.” She tosses her head. Doing as she asks, I open the door for her to put the paint away. “It means no girl wants to feel like another notch on your bed post.”

“I don’t really get that phrase.”

What? I don’t!

In disbelief she ponders, “Really?”

“I mean I know what it means, but I don’t get it.”

“That sentence doesn’t make sense within itself,” she sighs. “It means no girl wants to be a number Dean. She wants to be special. She wants to be remembered. She doesn’t wanna be another warm body you sank into. Basically no girl wants to be standing next to four other girls at party and say ‘Hey I slept with him’ in unison with the strangers she’s next to.”

“Isn’t experience a good thing?”

“You can be experienced without fucking half of the female population you encounter,” she verifies. In a lowered tone she states, “Sometimes I hate that you took after your father like that.”

Leaning against the now closed pantry door I toss my hands in the air. “How do I fix this? I can’t go back in the past and unscrew all the girls I’ve screwed.”

“No you can’t Mr. O,” she rubs my nickname in my face. “It’s shit like hearing that that probably makes the girl turn the other cheek.”

I try to lighten the situation, “You don’t like my nickname?”

“While your uncles may all find it funny and have pride in their nephew being a man slut, I can’t say that I do.” She shakes her head. “More importantly, I don’t think Megan likes worrying she’s just another box to check off.”

“But she’s not.”

“Then prove it to her.” Another voice joins the conversation. Looking up I spot Dad walking in with his hands gripped around bright red roses and a pink tulip. Mom’s mouth slightly drops and he says, “I kissed your mom in the ring in front of a crowd full of people. I had never done anything like that before. Put yourself out there. Feel me?”

A small smiles comes on my face, “Yeah...You gotta admit you had it easier. There was a crowd waiting for you.”

He glares, “Easier? You think avoiding getting punched in the face by over-sized competitors is easy?”

“For you. Champ.”

“Smart ass,” he mumbles extending the flowers for Mom who doesn’t reach for them.

“What are these for?”

“We need to talk,” he states.

“Divorce flowers? Really?”

“Don’t even pretend,” his voice shakes. “I’d rather die first.”

See. That’s the kind of love I want some day. This kind right here. And it’s so fucking close...if it would just stop blowing me off.

“We need to talk Maxx.”

“I have plans.” She points to the sticky note board.

“You guys can talk and I’ll take Little Bit to her play date thing,” I volunteer anxious to help them get back into the loving groove.

“No it’s cool,” Dad answers. “I know we have plans. I read the board today. I’m gonna go with you and after we put Little Bit to bed, we need to talk.”

“Ready!” Faith yells from behind him. “Daddy!”

“There’s Daddy’s other favorite girl!” He swoops her up.

“My flowers?” She reaches for the roses.

“No. These are mommy’s, but this one is for you.” He hands her the tulip.

“Oooo...” she coos over it and mom can’t help but smirk. “Thank you!”

“You’re most welcome. You ready to go?”

“You’re coming too! Mommy and daddy and Bubba!”

“You’re coming?” Dad shoots me a baffled look.

“I gotta shower first.”

“You don’t like the clown look?” He pokes fun.

“Oh like it’s any worse than when you let Little Bit put dress up make up on you,” Mom sells him out and his face starts to blush.

“I’ll put those in water after my shower and meet you guys there,” I chuckle as they head towards the front door, Faith’s mouth moving a mile a minute.

When it’s just me, I pull my cell phone out and shoot Megan a quick text message telling her we need to talk when she gets a chance before heading up the kitchen stairs.

No. I can’t kiss her in a fighting ring with a crowd watching, but I can think of something. And she’ll know, I’ll make sure she knows she’s the only girl I’m after.