Page 47 of Dirty Monsters

“Did you have a nice dinner with your lover boy?” I asked, cringing at how immature and petty I sounded. It was so obvious Shawn pissed me off, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

“Jealous?” Wren smirked. “Are you wondering whose dick is bigger, his or yours?”

Fuck, I opened this door all by my damn self, and now I had to deal with the consequences.

“I could measure, I guess. I would need to see yours again, though, because I didn't get an ample view when you held me down this morning.”

“I wanted to teach you not to fuck with me.” I responded to her second statement, not her first. There was no way I was bustling to keep talking about Shawn’s dick, even if it was in jest.

“Yet all it did was make me realize you are way more fun than I remembered.”

“Wren, I am not even the same human you remember. I am not even in the same universe as him anymore.”

“I don't know, bro. I seem to remember a lot of anger. Check. A lot of pissed-off expressions. Check.” She was making a list and ticking them off on her fingers. “Dark hair. Check. Deep whiskey eyes. Check. There’s a lot of Rohlen still in there. Now that I know, I can't unsee any of the sixteen-year-old you were when you left home.”

“I didn't leave. I was kicked out.”

“Don’t you think you deserved it?” Her face was stone except for her bottom lip threatening to tremble as she waited for me to tell her Ididdeserve it. Maybe she was even waiting on an apology.

I couldn't even decide if I owed her one. I didn't do anything, but even I blamed her pain on myself. Even I could acknowledge I should have done something.

“Ishewhy you're here?”

Bringing up Kane directly was as painful as slapping her. She was big and tough around only me, but mentioning Kane was a no-go for her.

“I’m here because my father sent me here. I overdosed to escape a reality warped with memories of being defiled, threatened, and abused. You think things were better when you and Kane left? What, I just looked cute and acted perfect? No, Rohlen. It’s not how this works. But I will tell you one thing. Being here has taught me one thing. I don't need the drugs; I need the escape. And being around you is the first time sex has been enough. Last night in the shower, I didn't need drugs, but I was high. This morning, I didn't need drugs or an orgasm, but I was high. But you know all this, don't you? You have me pegged. So don't act surprised when I show up out here, wanting more than a ride on a surfboard from you. You can push me, scream, yell, drown me, and whatever else makes you feel like a man, but you owe me. You owe me the escape, and I want it now.”

I had to suck in air and take a few deep breaths after spilling my guts out to Ro. He acted like I gave a fuck about anything he thought of me. He thought being mean and aggressive would push me away or scare me. But he was a fucking fool.

Didn’t he know Kane was the one who taught me to thrive on aggression? Nothing could scare me because I had already seen the worst.

After dinner with Shawn, I saw Ro making his way to the beach from the window, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind I would follow him. The beach was the only place in the world big enough for both of us.

The plan was to drive him crazy, mentally and sexually. I didn’t plan to lose my cool with my speech, but he had to know once and for all. The way I saw it, I could find penance through him.

Our stare down didn’t last very long. He jumped off the back of the board and started in toward the shore, dragging me and the board with him. When we got close to shore, he grabbed my arm and jerked me up, almost causing me to scream. Not from fear, but from shock.

Not even my scream deterred him from his focus, though.

He threw his board off to the side and dragged me toward the dunes, close to where I explored on the beach before. I started to tug on his hold, not wanting to run but to take some control back.

“Stop trying to run, Wren. You said you could handle it.”

“I’m not trying to run. I just don’t fucking trust you.”

He scoffed a little but kept walking wordlessly. Not until we walked over the dune did I realize where we were headed. It was the shack I found while he had been surfing. Beat up from the weather and mostly unused.

Ro yanked the door open and pulled me inside. When he slammed the door, it fell off the threadbare hinges and to the ground. Still, he was unfazed and on a mission. And I was too far consumed to care.

I started to ask him what the hell his issue was, but before the words could escape, my back was forced against the rough surface of the old wood, and his lips were on mine, making me speechless.

Ro’s tongue was trying to force its way into my mouth, and his hard dick was grinding on my stomach. I moaned as a wave of lust flooded my already wet bikini.

When Ro was dragging me across the beach, I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me. Honestly, murder seemed more likely.

But now, his lips were on mine, and I opened my mouth for him immediately, letting him find his way as far into me as he could. I ground on his leg, humping him for the sake of the friction.

Before long, he was undoing my bathing suit top and thumbing my nipples while mumbling into my mouth, “Is this what I owe you? Is this what you think you need?”