Page 6 of Bones
The next night as we are all gathered around the bonfire, Beth finally makes an appearance. I just know she’s been in that room pacing back and forth trying to decide if she should come join us or not. Building up the nerve to join the large group of people.
By the time my eyes finally raise to hers I can’t help the shocked noise that escapes me like a punch to the gut. Elana stands behind her like a proud mama as Beth shuffles back and forth uncomfortably. Her dress is short but beautiful, complimenting her freshly done hair and makeup, along with the newly filled out curves from proper nutrition. Beth has never worn makeup a day since she’s been here.
“You look beautiful, hun,” Gage says. Offering her a bright smile as he walks over to greet her, slowly guiding her over to the party with a gentle hand on her back.
“Thanks,” she says, with a stiff smile, clearly unsure of herself.
“Come on birthday girl, time to parrr…ty!” Elana whoops, dragging out the last word. My eyes flick to King’s who stands behind her like a bodyguard, before he shakes his head at her antics. She’s always been a bit of a free spirit but the love between her and King is undeniable. I hope one day I have that. I quickly shake my head, bringin’ my focus back to the fire in front of me and off of the beautiful girl I see finally finding herself after sixteen years.
Beth rolls her eyes at her friend but doesn’t seem even a little surprised as Elana follows her and King’s dad toward the fire.
“I gotcha something.” Elena mock whispers loud enough for the guys closest to her to hear, smiling conspiratorially as she reaches where Beth is standing a few feet to the left of me.
Beth stands there as stiff as a two by four in a windstorm as she tries to deal with whatever it is that’s going through her head right now.
“Ugh, yeah?” Her words come out tight and squeaky and I know she’s super uncomfortable just by her body language. Beth isn’t used to being the center of attention, let alone even being noticed. In fact, I get the feeling she prefers being invisible.
“Hey, El? How about we do gifts a little later, yah?” I cut in, before she can pull the gift out from behind her back. She pouts slightly but must understand what I’m not saying because she reluctantly nods.
“Yeah, fine. Of course.” She smiles and grabs Beth gently by the shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “We can just drink and enjoy the fire.” She leans into whisper that part into Beth’s ear, and I would have missed it if I hadn’t been so entirely focused on Beth.
“The fuck she is.” I hiss out, causing Beth to jump, not having realized I’d moved closer.
“Oh, since when are you the patron saint of legal drinking.” She nods pointedly to the beer bottle clenched tightly in my grip.
“That’s different and you know it.” I grunt, not willin’ to take her shit tonight. “She’s too fuckin’ young and you know it.” My eyes widen slightly in disapproval as I glare at her.
“Too young?” Now it’s Beth’s turn to hiss. “Was I too young when I was pinned to a bed at six and forced to take my first cock? Was I too young the first time I was beaten and sold again to the next highest bidder? My owners didn’t seem to think so.” She spits. The venom in her words causing everyone around us to drop silent. The only sound you can hear is the crackle of the fire as we take in the literal bomb she just dropped on us. We all know she went through some shit, and that she was trafficked that much was obvious. I guess we all assumed she’d most likely been raped, but to hear it put so bluntly and hurled at you like a fuckin’ bullet from a gun is a whole other thing.
“What the fuck?” I choke out, rage and shock merging together as I try to get my body to not react to her words. She looks to the left where a few of the guys are standing dumbfounded and without another word, snatches the double shot’a whiskey that Tank is holding before tossing it all back in one go, without so much as a flinch. Jesus…
“I’m old enough to decide for my fucking self what I want.” She growls before she tosses the empty glass back at Tank and stomps off back toward the clubhouse. Even Elana doesn’t move to go after her. Her hand over her mouth as she gags, trying to hold back the puke.
“Jesus, fuckin’ fuck.” Gage breaks the silence, his hands balled into fists at his sides and I can see the hurt on his face from her words. My own stomach sinks into my ass as I think about that being just the tip of the iceberg of shit that’s happened to her. My eyes flick around to the other guys’ standing by the fire, their faces mirror mine with shock and a whole lotta rage.
Fuck is right.
I turn to go after her but am stopped by my dad’s hand firmly on my shoulder. “Leave ‘er be, boy. Looks like she’s needin’ some space.” He nods after where Beth just left.
“I’ll go after her,” Elana says, her eyes looking so distraught as she stumbles her way toward the door.
“Hey, El?” I call out, causing her to pause. When she turns, I see tears streaming down her face. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.” I tell her, knowing she will take the blame for this. She sniffles before offering me a noncommittal shrug. King walks toward her solemnly, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly.
“I just didn’t want her to feel out of control when she’s just finally gained it back.” I grunt to her and my father who’s still standing beside me. He nods sagely, like he understands exactly.
“I know son. And by just gainin’ that newfound freedom, she wants to be able to make her own choices. Even if you don’t think they are good ones, she’s gotta make ‘em herself.” He looks at me and I know he sees the pain written all over my face. “She’ll be alright. Just give ‘er time.” He squeezes my shoulder tightly, almost in warning, before he walks back to join the rest of the guys now mumbling around the fire.
I close my eyes for a moment before I bring my beer to my lips and chug the rest. I need something stronger. I make my way back inside to the bar.
“Hey, pretty boy,” Barbie says from behind the bar, her eyes lowered seductively as she wiggles her fingers at me, makin’ sure to pinch her tits together as she does. Out of all the girls that are desperate for me, she’s the worst. She’s a year younger than me and King and she knows she has no shot at him so she’s latched onto me. With her bleach blonde hair and big fake boobs, she looks just like her names sake. My eyes snag on her full tits and I can’t help but want to slide my cock between them. It’s been a bit since I’ve taken a girl to my bed. Not because I haven’t wanted to, but cuz it just felt wrong with this weird connection I’ve been feelin’ toward Beth. But she’s fuckin’ sixteen, and even if the feelings are platonic, I know I shouldn’t be feeling them.
I order a shot of Jack and glance around the room, subconsciously lookin’ for Beth but she’s nowhere in sight. I shoot the shot before I slam the glass down on the bar top. “Get over here and suck my cock.” I grunt out to Barbie whose eyes gleam with pictures of weddin’ bells and other shit that ain’t ever going to happen.
She licks her lips, her hips swaying as she rounds the bar and immediately drops to her knees and starts undoing my belt. She pulls me out and works my cock back and forth in her tight fist for a moment, getting me hard. She moans like a porn star when she takes her first lick like my shit tastes like her favorite flavor of ice cream. I fight to not roll my eyes at her overly enthusiastic act. She takes me deeper into her mouth, those full lips finally doin’ something useful. She works me back and forth, struggling to take me deep into her throat. I close my eyes, not wanting to look at her, but just focus on how it feels. My thoughts start to drift but I lock them down, not wanting them to go where they were headin’.
“God, you taste so good, Bones,” Barbie pants as she pulls off me. I grip the back of her head and force her back down; I don’t want her to ruin this by talking. She moans as her hands grip my thighs, loving every minute of me controlling her. The filthy lil’ slut.
“That’s it.” I grunt as I guide her to take me all the way to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Snot and tears drip down her face as she continues to take me back as far as she physically can, as if the better the blowjob the better an Ol’ Lady she’d be. She reaches up and cups my balls, massaging them in her grip as I finally lose it, blowing my load down her throat. I moan out softly. She will never be an Ol’ Lady, but she sure as fuck can suck a dick.
