Deviant (19 page)

My dick strained against my trousers, seeking out her soft, wet pussy. It wanted more, craved more, like she was the beat to my heart. But I didn’t have a heart. If it did exist, it was black with rage, filled with an everlasting void of hate and desire. Desire to crush, desire to hurt, desire to avenge my past. It coursed through my veins and raced through my blood like an endless tide. Never stopping. Never quitting. Never backing down.

With a turn of my steering wheel, I eased the Vanquish back into the garage where Humphrey was waiting. He smiled reassuringly and I knew that was my answer to whether everything was okay.

I switched off the car and got out. “Fifty minutes, Dean. I’m impressed.” He patted my back as we entered the kitchen.

“I take it everything is okay here?” I asked, wanting to get to the point.

“Of course. The leeches are still downing your booze like it’s the last they’ll ever get, Katie is with Carmichael, and Samantha is still upstairs in her room, just as you requested.”

I nodded, but I was anxious to get this night over with. “Good, but I got to go up and make sure I’m in that room before he comes out and catches me running up the stairs.”

Humphrey nodded, knowing that explaining what happened would just have to wait a little while longer. Straight away, I had an idea, and raced to the fridge. I pulled out a bottle of champagne and fetched two glasses. I pulled my top off, discarding it in the laundry room. Humphrey, as loyal as ever, handed me a bottle of aftershave. “Put that on. You reeked of smoke with that shirt on, but even with it gone, I can still smell you.” I nodded, grateful that he had thought of everything.

Racing up the stairs, I was in the middle of the third flight when Carmichael appeared. “Oh, there you are. I was just about to come out and find what was taking Samantha so long.”

I laughed, but was fucking thankful I had this bright idea. “I was just bringing Samantha and me a bottle of champagne. She gets even kinkier when she’s had a few.” We both laughed, but I had to carry on my act. “Are you done with the lovely Katie already?”

Carmichael shook his head. “Of course not. In fact, I’m glad you’re here so I can ask.” He whispered the words, so I knew he wanted me closer. I walked up the rest of the stairs to hear what he had to say, but I was conscious that I may still smell like smoke. I couldn’t have things shot to shit now, not after everything I’d done to make this night go smoothly.

“The girls,” he said, motioning with his head to the rooms. “Do they ever, you know…get together sometimes?”

With a knowing smile, I patted his shoulder. “You want to see some girl-on-girl action, don’t you, Mr Carmichael? I swear, you surprise me every day.”

Carmichael laughed, his fat belly bouncing in the robe that he was provided. “Well, it’s every man’s fantasy, isn’t it?” He winked.

I nodded. “I guess so. In fact, I was tempted to ask them when we were in the lounge, but I was just too keen to get Samantha in my bed.”

Carmichael threw his head back, laughing. I could see his double chin wobbling as he chuckled. “I can understand that. Hey, why don’t we go back to my room and they can put on a show for both of us? We can enjoy it before getting some pleasure for ourselves. What do you think?”

I didn’t want this. Every bone in my body repelled against giving into this chump, but what was I supposed to do? I had to keep up with this fucking charade; otherwise, Carmichael would get suspicious. So I sucked in a deep breath, fetched my phone out of my pocket, and dialled the number.

“Humphrey, fetch me another bottle of champagne and two more glasses, please. Carmichael and I have a party to attend to.” With a wicked grin, I looked at Carmichael and saw the absolute joy in that pig-like face of his. He kind of reminded me of Chief Wiggum from the Simpsons. He was fucking dumb if he was letting himself get roped into this. He must know that Samantha and Katie were working girls. The trouble was that his dick ruled that pea-like brain of his, but it worked to my advantage. I just never thought my evening would end up like this. I thought he would use the girls, get everything he could, and fuck off. It seemed that he wanted to get me involved now. Did he somehow not believe me tonight when I said I was disappearing upstairs? Did he see right through me? I inwardly shook my head. Of course not. He couldn’t have been suspicious. I was acting too well in my role. Of course he believed I went upstairs and fucked Samantha’s brains out. Why wouldn’t he?

Shutting my mobile, I motioned for the stairs. “After you,” I said, closing my eyes as he turned.

How the
fuck
do I play this now?

Chapter 27

Tyler

Buckinghamshire, 1999

“Dean, what’s wrong? Why weren’t you at school today?”

Dean smiled, showing me that lopsided grin that always sent my heart racing. He looked tired, though, and it worried me a little.

“I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night. My parents took me to a club that my uncle owns.”

My eyes widened. “Why did they take you there, Dean? It was a school night.”

He chuckled a little and held his hand out to me. I instantly took it and sat down beside him. “I often go to my uncle’s club. It’s no biggie. I get to sit and drink as much pop as I like and listen to all the great music.”

I rolled my eyes, but felt an uneasy sensation rise through me. “And I suppose you get to see all the hot dancers there.” It flew out of my mouth before I could even register I was saying it. The green-eyed monster hit with a force unknown to me before.

“Are you jealous?” he asked, the look of tiredness now replaced with my fresh, jovial Dean.

“No!” I snapped, trying to look away.

Grabbing my chin, Dean made me look at him. “Knowing you feel jealous about me possibly looking at other girls makes me think things I shouldn’t be thinking. I’m sixteen and you’ve barely turned fourteen, but you make it so hard for me.”

My breath caught as I gazed into the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. I would never tire of those eyes.

“Tyler, the only person I ever look at is sitting right here, penetrating me with those hazel eyes of hers.”

An ache I didn’t know existed throbbed and burned between my legs. I really wanted him to kiss me right now. I really wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.

“Stop looking at me like that, Tyler.”

Snapping my head back a bit, I frowned. “Like what?”

Dean shook his head. “Like you want me to kiss you.”

I didn’t know where this brave new Tyler came from, but my body was overruling my head right now. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”

Dean laughed, but stroked my cheek. “Tyler, I have to restrain myself from kissing you every day. If I do, I worry I won’t be able to stop. I refuse to touch you like that until you’re sixteen.”

My shoulders sagged, but my heart swelled at the knowledge that he wanted me. Thoughts of us getting married and having children filled my head. I had only ever wanted Dean. I will
only
ever want Dean.

“Don’t worry, Tyler,” he said, squeezing my hand. “Our time will come.”

*****

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. Not because I had drunk too much last night, but because I slept too deeply after such an eventful night. I dreamt a lot of Dean and my stranger, the dreams kind of morphing themselves into one, becoming both my nightmare and my ultimate fantasy. I dreamt of Dean’s tenderness and my stranger’s rough touch as they pulled at me from both sides. It was almost as if my dream was asking me to make a choice. Who did I want, Dean or my stranger? I couldn’t deny that I wanted both. I wanted Dean’s gentle touch, but I also wanted my stranger’s grip as he tugged at my hair and pushed his fingers deep inside of me. In my dream, I waged a war, screaming and shouting inside my head. I arched my back, parted my lips with a moan, unable to hide my desire these two men sparked within me. As the dream continued, I suddenly had both of them beside me. Dean gently stroked one nipple, while my stranger pulled and tugged at the other with his teeth. Every touch, every pinch, every caress, and every bite had me careening towards that orgasm I knew would rip me apart at any moment. I thought that Dean and my stranger would fight, but all they did was concentrate all their efforts solely on bringing me to that beautiful precipice. I was wanton, and I felt selfish that I could demand such an act from these two men. Who was I to ask such as task from them? And why on earth were they giving it to me? They were offering themselves freely, worshipping and adoring, and my stranger was even using every part of my body.

With Dean on one side and my stranger on the other, Dean lapped my nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. He rubbed my clit so gently, so tenderly, my body cried for its release. At the same time, my stranger had my other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and fast. He was pounding my pussy with his fingers, sending me into delirium. The gentleness, combined with the brutality, had my orgasm coming thick and fast. It blew and the sound of fireworks went off in my head. Bright colours seemed to dance before my eyes as I screamed and writhed beneath their every touch.

It was the most erotic, intense dream I ever had. I had never fantasised about two men like that before, but the dream seemed to open my eyes. I knew it was only because it involved Dean and my stranger, but the thought of them worshipping me like that had my pulse react quickly. I wanted that dream to be true. I wanted Dean’s caress and my stranger’s rough hands on me. It filled me with a desire I never thought I could ever imagine.

I threw my duvet off and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water and some aspirin. I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew it must have been quite late. I got back just after one in the morning, but I couldn’t fall asleep at first. I just kept thinking of Lotus and what he did to me last night. As always, I let him command me. Instead of punishing
him
, he ended up throwing it back around on
me
. I could have hated him, but all I wanted was for him to smack my ass and throw me over the kitchen table. My god, what was wrong with me?

With a shake of my head, I made my way to the shower. I glanced at the time as I went and, immediately, went into panic mode. Shit, it was after twelve and I was supposed to be at the hospital at one.

As quickly as possible, I jumped into the shower, then got dressed and headed straight out the door. I didn’t bother putting make-up on. I barely even brushed my teeth. I had to get to the hospital and I had to make sure it all went according to plan. Jeremy was my priority today and I was determined not to let him down. I was determined to give him the best sixteenth birthday he could ever dream of.

Racing to the hospital, I got to the ward with only a couple minutes to spare. I walked in, and Jeremy looked up and smiled, making my heart light up.

“What are you doing here? It’s not visiting hours yet,” he said, smiling brightly. “Oh, by the way, you look like shit.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, eyeing him with an unamused grin. “Well, good afternoon to you, too, you little shit.”

“Hey, you can’t say things like that. I’m young, remember?”

“Well, now that you’ve turned sixteen, I can talk to you any way I like. Suck it up, birthday boy!”

He shook his head with a smile. “It’s like that, is it?”

I nodded. “Oh, yes. It’s like that. You and I need to leave this joint. I got somewhere I need to take you. Are you up for a little adventure?”

Jeremy’s face lit up. “Are you serious?” he whispered.

Holding out my hand, I nodded again. “As serious as I’ll ever be.”

Throwing the covers off, Jeremy got out of bed. “Then what are we waiting for?”

I giggled at his eagerness. “Well, one, I wanted to make sure you were well enough for this, and two, I don’t think it would be a good idea if you left the hospital in your pyjamas.”

Jeremy frowned and looked down at himself. “Oh, shit. You’re right.” He saw my look and shrugged his shoulders. “What? I’m allowed to say that now. I’m sixteen.”

Just as I was about to tell him how young he still was, Nurse Rachael came over with some clothes. “Hi, Tyler. How are you today?”

I smiled, happy in the knowledge they all knew me around here. I was becoming such a regular feature in the ward.

“I’m fine, thank you, Rachael. How’s Fluffy doing. Any better?”

Rachael smiled, nodding. “Much better now, thanks. I took her to the vet and it turned out she had cat flu. She’s been on medicine for the past couple of days and is getting much better already.”

“That’s great,” I said, smiling.

I knew that was a big deal for Rachael. She was young and let it slip to me that, apart from her job, her cat, Fluffy, was the only other life support for her. It was amazing how much information on a person’s life you can get just by asking a couple of questions. I suppose being a journalist helped me be that much more forthcoming. People just seemed to open up to me for some reason. In just a few days of knowing Rachael, I learned she was twenty-four, recently single from an abusive relationship, and all she felt she could rely on now was Fluffy. I knew she was extremely important to her and that’s why I had to know how the cat was.

“Hold up,” Jeremy suddenly piped up. “You named your cat Fluffy?” He raised his eyebrow and Rachael blushed.

Once I saw her embarrassment, I cut in. “Leave her alone, you.” I gave him a reproachful look and turned to Rachael. “Are those Jeremy’s clothes?”

She nodded. “Yes. I knew you would be coming in soon, so I got everything ready for him. I checked on him earlier. His blood pressure is a little low, but as long as Jeremy is feeling okay, he’s good to go.”

He grabbed the clothes. “Thanks, Rachael. I’m
so
ready to go.”

I frowned. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to push you too far if you’re not up to it. I can always cancel and rearrange for another day.”

Jeremy vehemently shook his head. “Please don’t take this day away from me, Tyler. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Wherever you take me, I’ll be up for it.”

I smiled but, in my dazed state, I didn’t move. Jeremy stared at me for a moment. “What?” I asked.

“Well…unless you want to see a bit
more
of me, I suggest you turn the other way while I get dressed.”

Snapping myself out of it, I moved. “Oh, sorry,” I replied, laughing.

Rachael smiled and pulled the curtain to give Jeremy some privacy. “You know, you’re the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time,” she said, moving away from his cubicle. “Before, he used to just sit during visiting hours and read. I used to watch him. He would always say he was okay with it but, deep down, I knew he wasn’t. Sometimes, with a hint of sadness, he would look up at the others in the room. But since you walked into his life, he won’t stop laughing and joking. He watches the time like a hawk and when it gets to be four, he constantly looks up to see if it’s you that’s heading in. He would see something in the corner of his eye and snap his head in that direction, secretly hoping it’s you.”

My heart swelled. I knew Jeremy really must have felt this way. No one wanted to ever be alone. I just wished he would talk to me more, instead of hiding his pain through jokes and flirtation. But, then again, now that he knew he had me, he was able to talk whenever he liked. When he was ready,
if
he was ready, I was here for him.

“You know, I’m right here and can hear everything you’re saying about me. Just because you close the curtain doesn’t mean it shuts out the sound.”

Jeremy pushed the curtain to one side and came out with a big smile. With his clothes on and standing tall, he looked different. At five foot, seven inches, he was about two inches taller than me. He was wearing a pair of trainers with dark denim jeans and dark navy hoodie. I kept my little chuckle inside thinking about the hoodie. It was similar to my stranger’s hoodie, except my stranger’s was darker. That could be because he visits me in the dark all the time, though.

Jeremy also had on a baseball cap. He looked every part the sixteen-year-old now. “Wow, you look... How can I say it? Cool?”

“Dashingly attractive?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Always got an answer for everything, don’t you, Jeremy?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Tugging at his cap, I chuckled. “Are you ready to go?”

Jeremy sighed and rolled his eyes. “Haven’t I been trying to tell you that for the past ten minutes? Geesh!”

“Don’t get cocky, mister. Come on.” I motioned for Jeremy to go ahead of me, but he didn’t need much persuading. He was heading out of the ward faster than I could register.

“Oh, blimey,” I said as I started walking towards the door.

“Have a good time!” Rachael shouted from behind me.

“We will. Thanks, Rachael.”

“Anytime!”

I was running for the door as quickly as I could to try and catch up with him. For someone who looked so pale and skinny, he could run pretty fast. “Hey, hey,” I shouted after him. “How do you know where you’re supposed to be going?”

Jeremy stopped for a moment and spun round to look at me, a sad expression on his face. “I’m not sure where you’re taking me, Tyler. I just want out of this hospital, even if it is just for a few hours. You can understand that, right?”

He looked at me with his tired blue eyes and, right then, all I wanted to do was hug him. “I totally understand that. You go as fast as you want to, but you better be ready for a race. Starting from…” I didn’t even finish the sentence. I was off, laughing as I went.