Page 14 of Shared With His Friends

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Wade

S preading two of the little wooden slats covering the front window, I see them pull up the drive in a Land Rover.

The blinds snap back into place when I remove my finger, then flop on the sofa and grab the controller, pretending I wasn’t waiting for them the entire time.

My heart won’t stop racing. Maybe I need to work out again.

The silence in the room is replaced with shuffles and heavy sighs, boots hitting the entry as Ash and Dane shuffle through the door.

“Anything?” I say casually.

“Another fucking bust.” Dane slides onto his seat in the corner, spreading his legs out stiff and wide.

He looks like I feel inside, defeated. Ash disappears to the kitchen.

“Her old college roommate hasn’t heard from her.

No sign at the trailer. We checked every hotel in the city.

No Amber Leigh anywhere. We even bribed hotels to tell us if she was staying there under an assumed name.

Nothing.” Sitting forward, he rubs his hands through his hair and tugs on the ends of the blond strands.

Ash returns and slaps a cold beer in my hand, then sits next to Dane on the chair and a half. Dane glances up and takes the drink he offers him before we all crack the cans open. Ash rubs Dane’s back before meeting my eyes. “I’m worried she’s already skipped town.”

“Doesn’t fucking matter any wheres… S’you’re wasting your smuchking time.” Jet stumbles down the stairs to the living room smelling like a distillery.

“Dude, you need to fucking shower. I told you this.” My voice is like a stern father’s as he weaves around my legs and falls onto a cushion next to me.

Jet slides his body so his head rests on a throw pillow and stares at the game we’re playing on the TV.

Talking to no one in particular, he murmurs, “Everyone uses me. Why not her? She don’t want us, guys.

She’m only wanted the money… Just like everyone.

Just like everyone!” He yells the last sentence to emphasize his point.

And despite being drunk for the week since she’s been gone, he’s not completely wrong.

Dane is convinced she left to cure cancer or something. Ash is worried something bad happened to her. Jet knows that she used him. But me? Nah… I think she’s scared. And I know how to flush our little rabbit out. Maybe I’m the only one.

Setting my beer down, I throw the controller to Ash, then stand up.

“Where’re you going?” Jet asks, not moving his head.

“I’m going to get her back.” I tell them.

Dane’s blue eyes grow broad with something like hope. Ash smirks, huffs a little sneer out and asks, “How are you gonna do that? We couldn’t find her.”

Kicking Jet’s foot with mine, I grab his attention.

“Get yourself cleaned up, man. Stop wallowing. She won’t come back to you if you’re like this.

” Pointing to the boyfriends in the corner, I snap my fingers.

“You two are in charge of getting this nasty sty cleaned up. Get the staff back here, and pay them well.” Grabbing the Ferrari keys, I head toward the front door.

“I’m going to get her and bring her home. ”

I haven’t been to this part of town in years, and as I approach the area, my stomach ties in knots as all the old memories of hardship come roaring back.

It was one day in October when I decided I’d had enough and was never going to starve again, no matter what.

Jet was always there for me, lending me whatever I needed when I asked.

But I was always too proud to ask for much, knowing how people used him.

After we graduated high school, I practically moved into his compound. He never objected and never told me no.

The car smells of gasoline as I unload the can I just bought at the station.

Heading toward the little single wide, I swivel my head around, making sure none of the neighbors catch a glimpse of me, but the houses are far enough apart here that likely no one notices.

The only streetlamp is set closer to the road, so I likely appear as a large shadow if viewed from a window nearby.

The screen door is falling off the hinges and almost does when I open it and lift my knuckles to tap on the thin faux wood door.

Some grumbling and shuffling can easily be heard through the open window, along with the sound of kicked empty aluminum cans and paper rustling.

A skinny man with sunken cheeks and a bloom of cigarette smoke greets me, sipping a malt liquor bottle.

“You Amber’s uncle?”

Clearly having a hard time holding himself up, he growls, “I already done told you kids that I don’t know where that bitch is. Not taking care of me, that’s for sure.”

Shoving up the stairs and past him, I take inventory of the small space.

“What the hell? You can’t be in here.” Every word he says is slurred.

Forcing myself through the nasty-ass little hall, I find a bedroom that could have been hers.

The closets are thrown open and things are ruffled through, like someone was searching for things…

or taking them. Nothing of value seems left behind.

Except… there’s one picture I snag from the bedside table and, after removing it from its frame, I slip into my back pocket before returning to the main room.

The man teeters toward me, but I drop my gas can on the ground and grab him, twisting his arms around to his back.

“What the fuck? I’m calling the po-lice…” Practically falling into my arms, I pull out the handcuffs from my pocket and lock his wrists up.

“Got any duct tape, my man?” I ask, glancing around the area while shoving him into his old, crusty sofa. God, he stinks worse than Jet.

I don’t spot any twine or other things to tie him up…

“Ah, never mind. Found something better.” He’s wailing garbled yells now, but I enjoy them.

Almost like a symphony of terror. It delights my heart.

“Here we go.” Lifting the baseball bat that was standing behind the door, I head back to the couch, lift it above my head, and slam it onto his ankles.

They crack with a loud snap as he screams in agony.

“Are they broken, yet?” Reaching down, I swallow back bile as I have to touch his offensive feet to jar his legs, making sure they’re unusable. Hmm, another hit should do it.

With four more chops with the bat, I’m pretty sure his legs are non-functional.

Tossing the bat aside, I grab his pack of cigarettes off the coffee table.

His voice comes out in hoarse cries as tears fall down his cheeks.

“That’s for being an utter piece of shit to my girlfriend.

Also… enjoy your last cigarette.” Lighting it up, I stuff it in his mouth, and he sucks on it like a pacifier, his eyes wide as he watches my next move.

Grabbing the can, I spray gasoline all over the house. From the back rooms, through to the front. Then all over him as he spits out the cigarette and starts yelling, “No, no, no… I’ll do whatever you want! Please!”

“Dropping that lit cigarette in here was fucking stupid. But I didn’t think you were very smart.

” After removing his handcuffs, I punch his face in a few times until he passes out.

Setting the can in front of his face, I head toward the door, then light another cigarette and toss it inside the open window.

Before I can make it down the stairs, a loud explosion almost blows me off my feet, the glass shattering out of the windows.

Stripping off my hoodie, I sprint back to the Ferrari and wait a good ten minutes before calling the emergency services. It’s another eight before they arrive. Fussing with my hair, I huff breaths quickly and jump from the car, then make my way to a fireman near the truck.

“Hey! I was the one who called you guys. Just driving by and saw this. Is there anyone inside? I was… I was too afraid to check.”

“Oh, thanks for calling. No, it was best you didn’t. Looks like there was a man inside, but he wouldn’t have made it. Smoking near a gas can was stupid… Do you know him?”

Looking as upset as possible, I stare at the ground. “I knew his niece. Went to school with her. Name’s Amber Leigh. She’s probably his emergency contact.”

After gathering my information, the crew gets started on finding her while I wait around in the car near the woods.

In an hour, a red Lambo pulls down the driveway and parks in front of me.

When she gets out, she stares at the burning ashes of her childhood home, the curvy silhouette of her figure lit up by the orange embers.

She stands with her hands on her hips, completely unaware of my large body creeping up behind her.

When I snake an arm around her waist and one over her mouth, she screams into my palm and thrashes, kicking her legs wildly.

Lifting her up like she weighs nothing, ‘cause she doesn’t, I haul her into the woods without the rescue crews even noticing.

It’s too dark now to make anything out, except a few feet in front of us.

I throw her into the ground and lay my body on top of her back, squishing her into the soft mud.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me rape you?” When I release her mouth, she pants and tries to turn toward me, but my weight won’t let her.

“W-Wade?”

“You thought you could run from us, didn’t you? Scared?”

Digging her claws into the grass, she tries to claw her way out from under me, but it only helps me get her tight-ass jeans down around her hips.

When she yells for help, I grab her hair and pull her up, so her ear meets my mouth.

“Listen, you gonna use the safe word? If not, then shut the fuck up. Priss? Say it. Say the safe word.”

Huffing out tears, she sobs and sniffs. “N-no.”

“What was that?”

“No.”

“That’s not your word. But I like it… Keep saying it as I fuck you into the mud.”

Pulling my hard cock out of my jeans, I wedge open her thighs with my knees and find her hole. “Fucking soaked… My bitch, always ready. Told you I’d take you anytime.”

With one hard shove, I split her as she wails into her own hand. Sitting up, I use her ass as a cushion to bounce off and slap it until it jiggles for me. Every thrust forward, my palm whacks her cheek again as she continues to sob.

“It’s no fun not looking at your beautiful face while I do this.” Pulling out, I flip her over and her wide eyes find mine in the darkness. Yeah, she looks frightened, but also… there’s something there I can’t read. “Say the word, priss.”

She shakes her head repeatedly and wiggles her hips closer to me. This isn’t what I usually do… Normally, I wouldn’t even ask a second time, but things with her are putting me off my game.

Scooping her little body up, I rip away her jeans and pull her onto my lap, so we’re face to face. It’s not something I’ve done with anyone I can recall. Not willingly, anyway. “You okay?”

“You killed him.”

“Yeah. He deserved it. And I need you back.” Thrusting inside once again, we’re joined, and she sighs, but before she can gather too much of her breath, I seek out her parted lips with mine.

The taste is a reminder of the soothing comfort she brings me.

Like the only happy ray of sunshine in my dark days of school.

She clings to me like I’m her fortress. And that’s exactly what I want to be for her…

And hopefully our baby.

“I want you to come as I watch you. You’re beautiful, Amber, but seeing you this close to me… I need it.”

Her pussy writhes on my pelvic bone every time I push inside her, the warm caress her walls give me makes me want to fill her already.

But I hold back until her face screws up, and she lets her head hang back, nails dug into my back.

As soon as I watch her explode, I follow, letting all my hopes and dreams for a future erupt inside her.

Laying her back gently, I tap my lips to her nose, her cheeks… Suctioning off tears from her face, I finally hover over her and ask, “Will you come home with me? We want you. Jet’s convinced you left for money. Ash is sick thinking something has physically harmed you, and Dane can’t sleep.”

“And you?”

“I can’t live without you.”

Searching her eyes for a reply, I remain inside her as she whispers, “I’m scared.”

“Scared of what, priss? You’re the strongest fucking person I know. And I’ll protect the shit out of you. Jet will pay for you. Ash will care for you. And Dane will worship you. All of us… All of us will love you.”

“I’m scared that I’m not enough for you. For any of you. I’m not as smart as Ash, or as kind as Dane, or as cunning as Jet… or as brave as you. What do I have to offer any of you?”

“Come back and let us show you. We fit. All of us. But without one of us, we fall.”

She swallows and doesn’t reply, but I know she’s considering it because I’m still inside her. Melting to nothing, but still tucked into her heat. “Jet’s a fucking wreck without you. And, honestly, I think you’re the only one he’ll listen to.”

Her eyes flash to mine for a moment. “Really? You really think he’s in love with me?”

“Priss… Fuck, how blind can you be? He literally cares for nothing and no one, except you.” Brushing back some of her hair, I say, “And we’ll give it to him if he treats you bad. If any one of us treats you bad. I’m not leaving you without a yes.”

“Will you still rape me?”

A laugh escapes the side of my mouth. “Fuck, yes . I’ll rape you every day.”

Tightening her thighs around my waist, she pulls me closer to her. “Okay, yes.” Then she sears her lips to mine as the sirens wail in the night’s air.