Page 14 of Massacre Monday

But having pink cheeks so close is like carrying around my will to live. Only problem is…I wantmore.

Though as I unzip, pull out, and grip the base of my cock, it’s enough. It has to be. I don’t know her or anything about her.Maybe that’s a good thing. That way, I can pretend she’s anyone. For now.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I try to remember exactly how her mouth felt surrounding me and match the rhythm she took. Almost have the strokes of her tongue memorized. When she hits me with her teeth, I squeeze tighter and whimper, my hips jutting up in the air. As her plump lips curl around the head, so do my thumb and forefinger.

I can’t help but chuckle every time sheblowson me, her gorgeous innocent face filled with embarrassment, causing those fawny cheeks to flame red. Her upturned nose scrunches. The freckles dusting it bounce while her light brown eyes glisten with fear, observing my reaction.

Quickly recovering, her determination returns enough to set her back to work. Fuck, she’s so bad at it. But I just need more time to train her. I was so mesmerized she was actually doing it, that some random girl was taking my mind off the events of my night. I gazed at the moon, wondering if that was my new fate.

As I approach climax in time with the video, the words she speaks sincerely make me come sofuckinghard again.

It will get better.

And maybe it will…with her.

five

Dad’sbroad shoulders stiffen as he slugs a drink of bourbon and offers me one. “Aiden said it went smoothly.”

I snap my narrowed gaze at Aiden, who plucks something off his Italian leather shoe. Fucking tattletale. “Yep.” The glass is heavy, but I slam it all back in one go, the burn of the alcohol easing my irritation from being at home. Withhim. My father, CEO of Cardell Enterprises.

“I’m glad.”

With a straight face, I manage to say, “I bet you are.”

Henry drops a baseball he’d been tossing in the air, and it rolls on the credenza until it knocks over a picture of all of us on the lake. “Sorry.”

Dad ignores it, but Aiden’s jaw clenches at my youngest brother’s interruption. Dad continues with a pleading voice. “I am, Ryan. I don’t want you to get hurt.Anyof you. I love you, Son. I do.”

Part of me softens at his words. I know he loves me, but the fact he’s pushing me to follow a plan I don’t want is infuriating. “I know.”

Aiden stands and brushes off his black sweater, then announces, “I’m going to help Mom, Olivia, and Alice.”

After he exits, I understand that this day was a setup for me. To keep me in line. They must have noticed the distance between us. With graduation looming, they need me to be compliant.

Dad and Aiden are too much alike and have probably been planning thischatfor over a year. Henry doesn’t leave, though, and for once, I’m glad he’s here with me.

With a heavy sigh, Dad’s crystal-blue eyes search mine. Little Xavier Cardell is what everyone calls me, thinking we’re so identical. Except he and Aiden are more similar than he and I. Mom says Dad used to be full of joy and pranks, and that he was lighthearted at times, too. He’s never shown that side to me. To Henry and the girls, sure.

But not to his oldest son, his heir.

My dad’s face is tired as he shuffles some papers around his desk and asks, “Where do you think the orders come from?”

“The Board of Trustees at Northview University.” I pause for him to say something, but he waits for me to continue. I shrug. “So resign. We don’t need them.” I’ve said this many times before.

Lifting his icy stare, he says with a solid voice, “You don’t understand, Ryan. Thereisno quitting from this.”

My fierce gaze doesn’t waver from his, both of us at a standstill. Him trying towillme into behaving and me trying to find a way out.

“I’m going to be CEO of Cardell Enterprises,” Henry says as he tosses his baseball in the air again and flops into Aiden’s abandoned seat. Dad and I glance at him. He’s obliviously happy, with a goofy smile painted across his face. Under his backwards hat, he looks like a fuckboy, so I reach over and slap at the brim until it pops off his head. “Hey!”

“Hay is for horses.”

He grabs his cap and throws it back on, neighing at me.

“Dinner!” Alice yells at us like we didn’t just hear her stomping all the way down the hall to announce it. I rush over and toss her tiny body over my shoulder while she screams, then I run full speed into the living room with Henry laughing right behind us. “Put me down!” she squeals.

“Not unless you say the magic word.”