Page 7 of Pretty Broken Things
“Fuck,” he says, stretching the word out. “You suck my cock better than anyone else. I fucking missed you, missed this.”
He tips his head down to watch his length disappear into her mouth. Ford lightly strokes her cheek as her nose hits his pelvis. “I love watching my cock slip past your pillowy lips.”
She moans around his dick, clearly loving every second.
“Just like that,” he moans pushing deep into her throat.
I can hear his breathing hitch as his body goes rigid. He exhales, long and slow, before she lets him slip from her mouth. She sits back on her heels and wipes the corner of her mouth while wearing a self-satisfied smirk.
His hands drop down to his jeans as he starts to tuck himself back in.
She grabs his wrists halting him. “Don’t go putting that beast away yet. It’s my turn now.”
He lifts her up and deposits her on the counter. “You want my tongue, Trace? All you have to do is say the word and I’ll lick you until you scream my name.”
“Is that even a question?” she asks laughing lightly.
Her face lifts to his, and catches me watching them in the process. I think she’s about to alert him that I’m here, but instead she winks at me.
I feel all the blood rush to my cheeks, and I flee as fast as I can. I’m so concerned with getting away unseen by Ford that I’m not looking where I’m going and run straight into Shane’s chest.
His hands grab my shoulders and he sets me back a couple steps. He’s wearing that cruel smirk. How had I ever believed he was a nice guy?
“Catch a good show? This place stopped putting on movies several years ago, but there’s entertainment to be found if you know where to look.”
My eyes narrow. “You knew they were hooking up and sent me to find them anyway.”
Shane shrugs one shoulder. “No offense, but I imagine getting head from you could lead to frostbite of the dick. I thought I’d do you a favor and help you get some pointers. Tracy is the only girl Ford ever goes back to for more, so I bet she knows what she’s doing.”
“First, how in the fuck could I have taken that as anything other than an insult?” I ask.
“And second?” he pushes.
“Second is that I know how to give a blow job.” I’m not sure why I’m having this insane conversation with him, but I can’t seem to shut up.
Shane cocks his head to the side. “You don’t seem sure. Look, I’m not a fan of a sloppy blow job, but I’m willing to take one for the team. I can be your tutor if you want to practice what you learned by watching.”
I place my hand dramatically against my chest. “How magnanimous of you. That you’d risk a weak orgasm for me.”
“Don’t forget the frost bite,” Shane quips.
The day weighs heavy on me. It’s just my luck today of all days is when I confirmed my dad was seeing Ford’s mom.
I’ve suspected for weeks that he was seeing someone, but I’ve been pretty focused on myself lately. Who am I kidding, I’ve been like this for years.
When my mom left my dad withdrew for a while, and for a long time I only had myself to rely on. By the time my dad snapped out of it, I was hell-bent on never needing anyone ever again.
I almost had myself convinced I was truly an island, until he pulled away again. It’s not just that Camille being in my dad’s life means my mom won’t have a place here if she comes back, but I’m afraid I’m losing mine.
Today it hit me harder because five years ago today my mom walked out the door for the last time. I shove all those memories down, and pull out the smile I wear at school. “Great talking to you, Shane. Let’s not do it again.”
While my façade is firmly in place, his evaporates. “Are you ever honest? Just now was the first time I’ve ever seen genuine emotion cross your face, then you went blank like always,” he observes.
He shakes his head, and takes one of the bottles from the back of Ford’s truck. “You might think you and your friends are better than us, but at least we’re real. Look around.” He gestures with his drink in his hand, and some of the liquid sloshes over the side. “We’re not at some fancy beach house. Everything we have in the Park is broken, but we have to find the beauty we can here, or we’ll fucking lose it. Ford isn’t going to talk to his mom, because if she’s found an escape he won’t take it from her.”
I nod like I understand, but I’m out of my depth. It’s not like my friends don’t drink, experiment with drugs, or hook up. Nothing is that different on the surface, but here it feels like someone pulled off a filter. I wonder what my world would look like without all the pretense and pageantry.
“It’s been real, Shane,” I say while ordering a ride from an app.