Prodigal Son(63)

I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I headed outside, an artificial smile plastered on my face. I didn’t see Bug anywhere, and I nearly panicked at the thought that he might have seen me and Luke in the kitchen.

“Where’s Bug?” I asked no one in particular.

No one in the group would make eye contact with me except for Kris, the girl who tended bar at the clubhouse most nights. She’d never been particularly friendly to me, and I knew something was up when she smiled at me and pointed to the yard on the side of the house. It was then that I realized that Angel was missing from the group as well. I was fairly certain that the two of them were together, and I had a pretty good guess as to what they were doing. I hesitated for a moment, trying to decide if I really wanted to walk around the corner and see what Bug and Angel were doing, and I saw Sable’s concerned expression.

As unsettled as I was by the conversation I’d just had with Luke, I wasn’t sure I was thinking very clearly, but all I could wrap my head around was my anger at Bug. He’d dumped this party preparation on me with no notice, and then he’d gone off to fool around with Angel while I cooked for his friends. Fuck him.

I took off for the side of the house, and I turned the corner to see Bug’s bare ass pumping while he fucked Angel from behind. She was bent over the big wooden box that housed the trash cans, and I could hear her whimper as Bug pulled her hair. The harder he pulled, the louder her cries and the harder he fucked her. I stood and watched, disgusted by the fact that he’d had sex with me just a couple of hours earlier. While I watched, Bug pulled Angel’s hair even harder, and he started thrusting so hard that the girl tried to slow him down.

“Bug, that really hurts, honey. Slow it down.”

“Shut the fuck up, you whore. You’re gonna take it any way I want to give it to you.”

Bug pulled his cock out and started to work at it with his hands, and it was clear that he was losing his erection. Angel could be in trouble, whether she knew it or not. Part of me knew I should step in and put a stop to the scene, but part of me was transfixed, unable to move, appalled at what was playing out in front of me.

“Jesus, you’re pussy’s so loose from all the guys you’ve fucked, you can’t even keep my dick hard.” He pulled her hair again, yanking so hard that she stifled a scream. “You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. Right fuckin’ now.” He stroked his cock faster, and I figured that he was excited enough about the anal sex to get harder.

“No, Bug. I don’t have any lube. It’s going to hurt.” Angel sounded scared.

“Shut the fuck up, you cunt. You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna tell me how good it feels to have my dick in your ass.” He spit on his hand, rubbed his cock, and bent his knees to put it inside her.

Angel started to cry, begging him to stop, and the sound of her pitiful cries shook me out of my stupor.

“Stop it, Bug. Leave her alone.” I walked around so that he could see me. “Pull your skirt down and get the fuck out of here, Angel.”

Bug held her down, a positively evil expression on his face. “You come around here ‘cause you want some, too?”

“Bug, I don’t really give a shit who you fuck, but I’m not gonna let you hurt this girl.”

He laughed. “Oh, you’re not gonna let me? How the fuck do you think you’re gonna stop me?”

“Bug, let her go. You don’t want me making a big scene out of this, trust me.” I wouldn’t normally have threatened him, but he’d officially pushed me past the point that I could keep my mouth shut.

He studied me for a second, as if he was unsure whether I’d really make a scene, and he backed up, letting her go and pulling his jeans back up. “Get the fuck out of here, you slut,” he said to Angel before turning his attention back to me. “And you? You jealous that I have to find other women to satisfy me because you’re such a lousy fuck?” He tucked his limp dick away and zipped his jeans.

I’d thought I could stick it out, and I’d been wrong. Without a thought for my safety, and with no idea where I’d spend the night, I turned around without saying another word. I’d decided — right at that moment — that I was going to pack a bag, leave, and never look back. I’d had all I could stand, and I remembered looking at myself in the mirror and the hope I’d felt, thinking that I deserved better. I was done.

I hadn’t taken more than a step toward the back yard when I heard Bug’s footsteps coming toward me. I turned to tell him to stop — to leave me alone, but I never got the chance. I saw the clenched fist coming toward my face, and tried to turn and duck, but I was too slow. Pain exploded along my jaw, and everything went black.