Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Woohoo,” Hyde yells. “Warden sent the rubbers.”
Kinkaid shoots him with a fierce glare when Lory almost jumps out of her skin. He turns to me, and with nothing but a raise of his eyebrows, he tells me to take care of Hyde while he takes care of the girl. I won't object. It's Kinkaid's way. He wants to determine the lay of the land and doesn't trust anyone else to handle it for him. I don't take it personally. Some men are meant to lead, but I did enough of that when I was a kid, trying to keep my family together while my dad snorted what little we had, and my sister wept for her next meal. Getting locked up took me away from all that, for better or worse.
“Come with me.” Kinkaid touches Lory's elbow, and the girl flinches before letting him lead her into one of the rooms.
Hyde moves to follow, but I grab his bag from the floor and toss it at him. “We should find somewhere to put our stuff,” I say in a tone that brooks no argument.
In an adjacent room to Kinkaid and Lory, we find two beds that are bigger than the bunks we usually crowd ourselves into. Next to each is a small locker. I don't have a lot of stuff to unpack, and neither does Hyde, so this distraction lasts all of two minutes and then his eyes are on the door, and his hands are twitching at his sides.
“You think he's fucking her?” he asks, his tongue darting over his bottom lip.
“No,” I say.
“Why not?”
Hyde was incarcerated young, and although he didn't come in a virgin—far from it—his experience with women was limited to drunken fucks with broken girls who were charmed by his pretty face and lean, muscular physique. He's pretty in a way that Hollywood celebrities are, but with the edge of danger that some people get from their unfortunate childhood circumstances.
“Because we need to let her get used to us first. There's no rush, man. Just got to give her time to like us enough.”
“What's not to like?” Hyde looks down at himself like he forgets he's wearing orange regulation overalls and a white shirt that's probably been worn by half the jail before him.
“She doesn't know us,” I explain. “Give her a chance, and it'll be better.”
“Better how?”
Sometimes, it’s like I'm talking to a kid. Hyde went through some seriously fucked up shit on the outside, and some of it has trapped him at an age far younger than his current physical form.
“When a woman wants to fuck, they kiss back, they get wet, they move with you, not against you. You know what I mean.”
I doubt he had to work hard to get women on the outside to want him. When he's high, he's the life and soul, and he has an innocence to his appearance that makes him less threatening. But that was outside, and those women had a choice.
His eyes dart to the door again. “How do we make her want to fuck?”
“We talk to her,” I say. “We give her a little time to get to know us. We make her feel good.” It sounds skeevy, even though I don't mean it to. I want her to want it, but I don't want to manipulate her to get there. I'm not one of those assholes who finds people's weaknesses and exploits them. There are plenty of men like that in here. Men who've killed their girlfriends or wives after love-bombing them into a relationship. I run my hand over my hair, hating this situation and hating how much I want it to be okay.
“I know how to make her feel good.” Hyde grabs his crotch to illustrate the point. The kid is hung. I'll give him that. He's probably a little smaller than me, but on his leaner body, it looks big. Too big for little Lory if she's not into it, that's for sure.
“Dick comes last,” I say, keeping it simple. “Tongue first, then fingers. Kiss first. Then touch. Only fuck when she's moaning.” My dick thickens, and his eyelids droop at the thought. I don't know how much pussy the kid's eaten in his life, but his hunger alone is probably going to be enough to blow Lory's mind.
As hungry as I am to taste her sweet cunt, I don't mind waiting for Hyde to go before me. His handle on his nerves isn't good. I can wait. I've had years of waiting and years of burying hope that anything better will come along in my life. Now that it has, reaching out to take it will take some getting used to. Accepting that it is only short term will be harder. Letting go to enjoy it might be impossible.