Page 20 of Secrets That Bind Us

Dean

Age Seventeen

I hate that fucker, Josh – or whatever his name is.

Especially right fucking now, that we’re in Zoey’s backyard, bonfire going.

There’s music thumping in the barn. It smells like weed, a bit of puke, and trash can punch.

I only came to this party because I knew Verity would be here.

Zoey’s parties are the only ones she comes to because she doesn’t have any other friends.

Maybe it was my fault.

After we broke up, the bullying got worse for her, and even though I tried to stop it – the bitches were getting meaner.

I stared with wide eyes the day tampons soaked full of ketchup (I hope it was ketchup) spilled out as soon as she opened her locker.

I have no idea what I ever saw in Tiffany.

That’s a lie – the summer before freshman year, she put her mouth on my dick and that made her tolerable.

Did I fuck Tiffany over the summer? No. I fucked her mom, and half the girls at this stupid party, since Verity broke up with me.

I could say it was so I could get over Verity, but honestly?

It was so I could know what I was doing.

I thought an older woman could teach me new tricks, and who better than the mother of sluts herself?

I wanted to rock Verity’s fucking world when she was mine again. Because she’s going to be.

Is she right to call me an idiot? Absolutely. I obviously went about it all wrong, making sure Zoey could see who I was hooking up with. A part of me thought Verity would come and chew me out, showed me she still cared somehow.

Except now I’m here at the party, sitting across the flames, watching her wriggle in Jackson’s– or whatever the fuck his name is– lap.

He has a beer bottle in his hand while she drinks water from a red Solo cup.

How do I know it’s water and not alcohol?

Because she’s been around a rough alcoholic all her life.

She’s seen the ugliness addiction can cause, and she won’t ever be the reason for it.

Which is why I’m also pretending the water in my cup is a vodka soda.

“Aren’t you a little old to be here?” I ask him. Two sets of brown eyes flick to me– both his and hers. “Ain’t he a little too old for you, Ver?”

“I don’t really think that’s any of your business anymore, Dean.” She snaps back.There’s my little spitfire.

“I’m a senior.” He scoffs, rubbing his hand on her thigh possessively, and I snarl.

But he pays me no mind. Instead, he smacks his hand on the side of her meaty thigh.

My meaty thigh. My palms itch to both touch her and punch him.

“You ready?” Jordan or Jaylen or whatever asks her, unfazed by me.

Granted, he’s only taken two sips, but knowing he’s driving her home makes me feral.

“Yeah,” she replies and stands, grabbing his hand, interlocking their fingers. It’s fucking disgusting. And he’s all wrong for her. Doesn’t she see that?

“I’m just gonna go take a leak, and I’ll meet you out front.”

“Okay,” she fucking giggles up at him, giving him my smile, batting her fucking lashes, while he brushes his knuckles across her cheek tenderly as they stand.

I seethe because that giggle belongs to me .

I’m gonna be fucking sick. And I’m not the only one watching.

Micah’s watching from the shadows like a fucking creep, looking just as sick as me.

Huh. Seems we have a common enemy for once.

I take my chance. I stand up a little too fast and I follow after her.

Past the barn, through the field, and to the driveway, pinning her against a car.

I know I tower over her. I love it. Love the way those big brown eyes stare up at me, wide and dilated.

I know I look as feral as I feel, but goddamn, she feels incredible against me.

She’s so soft and plush, and she smells even better.

How can she let that motherfucker near her?

“What the fuck are you doing bringing him here, huh?”

I feel her shiver, and I grow thick against her. That’s right, baby. Feel me.

“Dean, you have to stop.”

“Quit fucking playing with me, Verity. Tell me right now. Tell me you don’t still love me, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Her mouth opens and closes, unable to find the words, and so “ fuck it.” I breathe and dip my mouth low to hers, latching on to her bottom lip.

Strawberries and fucking honey. My salvation.

When I lick the seam, she opens for me, tangling her tongue with mine.

I ignite , pushing myself further into her so she can feel how hard she makes me, and she moans .

God, she moans like my tongue is in her pussy and not in her mouth.

For the first time ever, I get on my knees and dip my head beneath the skirt of her little dress, kissing the wet spot on her lacy panties.

Verity Huntington will be the only woman I will ever get on my knees for.

“Tell me to stop, Verity. Tell me to stop right now and I will.”

“ Dean ,” is all she moans, sending shivers racing down my back. That’s my fucking girl. I hike her leg over my shoulder, pull her panties to the side, and seek her clit. I have no idea what I’m doing, but when it comes to her, it’s natural. Like breathing.

Her small mewls and gasps egg me on, urging me to continue my onslaught, begging me not to stop.

She bucks against my face and groans my name quietly.

I keep going. Swirling and sucking and seeking more of what she has to offer, because I’ll take every fucking ounce of her like she took me.

I want every part of Verity. Inside and out.

She smells divine and tastes like mine, because she is. No force on earth could ever deter me from these thoughts. She reaches down and grabs onto my head over her dress as she moans, “Please, Dean, don’t stop. I’m gonna…”

Fuck. Yes.

“Right there, oh my god, DEAN !”

Her thighs tighten around my face, squeezing as she shakes from her orgasm, and I fucking cum in my pants with her when she cries out my name again.

Mine .

Mine to love.

Mine to ruin.

Mine to put back together.

I kiss her lower lips then right her panties back in place. Drunk on her essence, I stand up, fixing her dress. My hands find purchase on her shapely hips again. “Break up with him.”

Please be mine again. Please, baby.

She shakes her head, and I snarl. “This isn’t a fucking game.”

She glances behind me and her eyes widen. “ Jake .” She whispers, gorgeous chest still heaving, and I don’t dare wipe my face off when he steps forward from the shadows with a limp grin. I want the bastard to see her on me.

He throws his keys at her, and she catches them. I hate how in sync they are. “Let’s go, sweet pea. I’m so glad your mama said I could spend the night. I’m so… sleepy .” And I swear I see him wink at her from the other eye still cast in the shadows.

I watch them leave, and I make it my mission to make sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.

Every time I catch her alone, I feast on her, hoping I can somehow reach her heart through her pussy. But it makes me fucking erratic. Her taste. Her moans. I’m so so so fucked. I can’t get enough.

Unlike last year when we did a lot of over the top of our clothes things, this new confidence she has is an aphrodisiac.

I catch her in the library and eat her pussy in the encyclopedia section where there’s dust mites everywhere.

I find her going to the cafeteria, and she’s my lunch.

I watch her, hungrily through AP English, dick hard and craving another taste, wanting to be under her little dress again.

All the time. they’re really starting to grow on me.

I'm at the point where I'm wearing a condom for most of the day in case I come in my pants again, so it catches all of it and I don't have to walk around with fucked, sticky boxers– just throw the damn thing away or flush it.

But the more I do that, the more really dangerous thoughts creep in my brain.

Thoughts like seeing her soft and swollen with my baby.

God, I fucking want that.

Not with anyone else, though.

I only want kids if they're gonna come from her.

I catch her walking home one day just as it starts to rain, and I pull over.

She tells me to drive off, but I don’t. I remind her it’s another five miles to her house.

To “ just get in the fucking truck.” She doesn’t.

So obviously I had to hold up traffic until cars behind me started honking excessively.

She gets in with an aggravated huff. And when she does, I drive us past her house and pull over in the empty cemetery, attacking her with my lips.

I get the front of her shirt down, so happy she’s been wearing all these girly skirts and dresses lately.

I’ll miss them when it starts getting colder and she starts wearing jeans again.

I lavish her glorious nipples with my tongue, licking up the raindrops on her warm skin.

I’m worshiping. Sucking like they could feed me.

And one day, they will.

I’ll put all my babies in her.

Fuck.

“Break up with him.” I grunt, when I pull my dick out beside her.

She wraps her fingers around my girth. Confident as she is, she’s still a little clumsy around my dick, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more.

I get to teach her what I like. What gets me there and honestly, with her, it doesn’t take much.

“Lay back, spread your legs for me.”

“Dean…”

“I just want to watch.”

“Watch what?”

“You play with yourself.”

She blushes so hard it reaches her tits, and I’m such a fucking goner. “Dean, I-“