Kate Sherwood - Dark Horse 1.2 - Rough Broke Read Free Page B

were just in bed. Your mom gives you a furious, disappointed glare, and she rushes over to where her husband is lying on the ground. You remember all the times that he hit you and she was there and she didn't rush over to give you comfort, and all the triumph flows out of you, and you realize that you can never win. Not this, and probably not anything else.
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    While your mother cradles her husband’s in her arms and makes soothing sounds, Krista stares at you in shock. You need to get out of there, need to get as far away as possible, and you head for the door. On the way there, you see the car keys lying on the hall table and without even thinking you reach out and pick them up. As far as you can tell, there isn't a moment of thought between the time you take the keys and the time you pull up to Dylan Scott's house. You and he used to be friends, before you jerked him off, and lately you've been hanging out a bit again. You're not sure whether you're being friends or trying to be something else, but after last time you've been pretty damn careful to not make anything that could be seen as a first move. Not that'd you'd made the first move last time, but still.
He sees you pull up and comes to the door, and maybe your

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    stepfather connected harder than you thought, because Dylan seems to be able to tell that you've been in a fight. He opens the door wider, and you stumble inside, feeling stupid and clumsy as the adrenaline wears off. Your stagger brings you up closer to him than you would normally get, and you hear him inhale a little in surprise, but he doesn't move away, and you are done with being careful and trying to walk the straight and narrow.
    You grab him by the collar and shove him backwards, and when he hits the wall you're on him, your body pressed up against his, pinning him to the wall, your mouth biting, searching, devouring. He lets it happen and then he's kissing back, and it's the best thing you've ever felt, him wanting you, even though he doesn't want to. You're rutting against each other, but that's not enough, and you lean back enough to give your hand room to get to his pants. You undo the fly and shove your hand inside, and he bucks at the contact, his whole body arching to get more pressure, more friction on his cock, and you undo your own pants and grab one of his hands and push it in the right direction. He catches on and you stand there in the front hallway of his family home, jacking each other off, kissing wildly at first but just gasping into each other's necks toward the end.
    He comes first, and his hand goes loose on your cock, so you reach down and wrap your own hand around his and keep the motion going until he's able to take control again, and it's not much longer after that you're coming so hard it hurts. Now it's your turn to slump, and you rest your head on his shoulder until he shrugs it a little, and so you lift it up and find his mouth again. You're a little afraid, because he's already come, and maybe he just wants you to leave, and go back to ignoring this, not talking about it, but instead he welcomes you, wrapping his tongue around yours almost lazily, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
    Eventually, you pull away. "Please tell me your parents aren't home." He laughs and says they aren't, and then you both pull up your pants and clean up a little, and he takes you by the wrist and leads you into the kitchen. You sit at the table and he looks at you inquisitively, but you just shrug and he asks if you want a drink. You say yes, not so much because

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you do as because you don't want to leave; if you're drinking, then you've got a reason to stay.
    You'd forgotten how hard Dylan hits the alcohol, and it's not long before your head is spinning. He's ranting about some problem at school, how some teacher is accusing him of cheating, and you're not following the story too closely but you're pretty sure that he did