Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(20)

He let out a troubled moan and burrowed his face into my chest. He held me back so hard I could barely breathe, as if terrified I’d be ripped away from him, blood from his hands seeping into my clothes. It didn’t bother me. I let him squash me, let him have all the reassurance he needed because I knew what it literally felt to have someone you loved ripped away from your arms. If that was how Ty really felt, then all the pain he was showing on the outside was only a fraction of what was inside.

He dragged me into his lap. I brought my arms up around his back and held him. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Ty. I’m here.”

His whole body shuddered as he sobbed into my hair. I could barely see a thing past my own tears. I just needed him to be better.

“I need you, Jo. You don’t know how much I need you. You’re the only good thing in my life. Please, don’t deny me. He clutched me harder. “Don’t leave me.”

I stroked his back, drawing invisible circles to soothe him. “I’m right here.”

“Forever?” he asked, one of his hands grasping the back of my neck in a possessive way. The way of it combined with his tone worried me. Even triggered a fear in me. Yet, in a twisted way, made me want to ride him while he captured me like that the whole time and show him how much I, too, needed him.

As if he’d read my thoughts, he slid down our pants and pulled me down on his cock. “Forever, Jo?”

He was eighteen. What was forever to him? He might have looked like he’d meant it, but he didn’t. When you had your whole life ahead of you, the only constant was change. Forever meant everything and nothing.

“Forever…is composed of nows,” I said, slowly taking him in.

“Not Emily Dickson.”

I smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “From this…experienced here…” I recited between moans as I rode him. “Remove the Dates…to these… Let months dissolve in further months… And Years…exhale in years.”

“I hate that poem,” he rocked his hips, moving with me, grinding into me, “but you look so fucking hot, reciting it while riding my cock, my little faerie.” With his hand on the back of my neck, he pulled me down some more, filling me deeper, giving me pleasure I never knew existed, never knew I needed. “The present mixed with reasons gone… And past and present all as one… Say maiden can thy life be led… To join the living to the dead… Then trace thy footsteps on with me… We’re wed to one eternity.”

John Clare’s haunting and unnerving poem coming from Ty’s mouth after that episode triggered more fears in me. The poem talked about a man who beckoned his lover into death, that one eternity they would both join.

I dismissed it in denial. He couldn’t mean it. Not literally.

“Forever, Jo?” he repeated in a breathy voice, relentlessly as the way he fucked me.

What was forever was the memory of that fucking I’d remember until the day I died, yet I said it. “Forever,” I promised even though I knew it meant more to me than it meant to him.

Or so I’d thought.

A week later, the school found nudes and videos of pornographic nature of female students on Lenard Grant’s computer. He swore he’d never seen them before and had no idea how they landed on his school computer. It didn’t make any sense for him to store them there if they were really his. It was a strange coincidence they all belonged to girls Ty had fucked.

Lenard Grant resigned to avoid charges and never taught again.





CHAPTER 12


Jo



“He’s fine now,” I told Furore as I came out of the room covered with Ty’s sweat and blood like before. “If you’re going to talk to him, please let Doc help him with the bruises and cuts first.” I glanced at his body. His shirt was ripped, and he had blood on his chest, face and knuckles. “You, too.”

He dropped his foot off the wall against which he was standing. “I’m fine. What happened in there?”

“I gave him what he needed.”

“And what the fuck was that?”

“An ear that listens to pain and a soul that can pat it away.” I hugged him until he calmed down and returned to his senses, telling him what he needed to hear. Did his possessive touch tried to reclaim me? I didn’t wait long enough to give it a chance. We were both vulnerable and our minds couldn’t be trusted. “Same like I did with the letter. What I hope you’ll be able to give him one day. He needs you, Laius. The real father he’s been looking for,” I added. “What were you thinking leaving the door open like that?”

“I wasn’t. I’m not used to having him in the house.”

“Your brothers or the sweetbutts could have walked in on us.”

“You think it’d have slipped my mind if they could have? You know how fucking jealous I can be over you. I won’t let anybody see you naked. My men know better than to come to my room when I’m with you, and the bitches aren’t even allowed up here unless personally invited.”

“Well, the newest member of the club didn’t know those rules. Perhaps next time you make sure he knows them before you traumatize him for life.”

“He’s not a virgin chick. He knows what fucking is. The rough kind, too, and everything. I know you think he’s young, but he’s not the kind of innocent you think he is.”