“And you banged her the second that mileage rolled over, didn’t you?” Will grinned. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling my cheeks flush. “Maybe.” “Happy birthday to Jacey,” Will whistled. “Can’t wait to meet her. She must really be something to make you forget to wrap the package.” “She really
-Jacey- “You’re telling me you don’t know where he is?!” my father demanded. I sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at the comforter. Caleb was gone. He’d tried to call, and my father had snatched the phone away. Now, my father had my phone, and I had no idea where Caleb could be. “I don’t know
There was Caleb. I undid the locks on my window and cranked it open. “Caleb!” Caleb took one look at me and a scowl descended over his face. “What happened?” “I tried to get away,” I explained. “And?” Caleb prompted. With a sniffle, I looked down at the windowsill. “Dad punched me.” Caleb turn
-Caleb- “Do you want to press charges?” Jacey’s hand gripped mine as the police officer spoke. “I…” she mumbled. She looked at me. “I…” “I’ll support whatever decision you make, baby,” I said, trying to sooth her by rubbing her hand with my thumb. “Keeping in mind your father’s about to have ano
I kissed Jacey’s hand. “That’s how I feel about you. Please don’t doubt that. Ever.” My voice hitched while I said it. Jacey looked stricken. “I’m sorry, Caleb. I was just self-conscious there for a bit. I never should have thought, even for a second…” I caressed her wounded cheek, careful to avoi
-Jacey- We soaked the bed with sweat and cum and my lubricating juices. Absolutely soaked it. And still, Caleb couldn’t get enough. When I thought I couldn’t move ever again, he fed me power bars. He gave me energy drinks by transferring the liquid from his mouth to mine. I felt like a baby bird.
“Caleb.” Mr. Masterson acknowledged him with an incline of his head. “And you must be Jacey.” “Yes, sir,” I swallowed. “Have we outstayed our welcome?” Mr. Masterson’s expression softened. “No, dear. I’m sorry, I tend to be intimidating, they say. Good for the boardroom. Bad for meeting new people
-Caleb- “Baby, I’m here. I’m right here,” I told Jacey as we entered the district attorney’s office. It had been a few days, and I’d slept blissfully well, but Jacey had tossed and turned, still unsure about accusing her father of assault. When the district attorney called us, Jacey was already a