Page 49 of When You Stayed
“Wait, are you two together?”
Ford was the first to act outraged. “Nothing is going on between us. Just because I didn’t want to fuck Jasmine doesn’t mean I care about her.”
“Then why did you drag me down here?” I snidely shot back to which Ford glared.
Connor continued to look between us before smiling. “I’ve missed you guys.”
“Why don’t you tell us where the hell you’ve been and why you left without so much as saying goodbye.” I snarked, irritated with them both.
Connor winced and then drug his hand through his hair. “It’s a long fucking story.”
“We knew you were alive, Connor. We just didn’t know where you went. It obviously wasn’t college,” I softly explained, keeping my old hurt out of my tone. I didn’t want to marry Connor back then, but when he’d disappeared the next day without saying goodbye, it hurt. What was worse was when I had asked if I could visit him at his college during a season when I missed him, he’d ghosted me.
When he didn’t reply, I was dead set on making the trip until his mother finally explained that he wasn’t there. That he was keeping it a secret as to where he was, and they weren’t allowed to share until he gave them the okay to do so.
Six years later, we still never knew where he’d been all this time.
“You guys know that Jameson isn’t my biological dad, right?”
Both Ford and I nodded, and I felt the man next to me shift so that he was somehow taking up even more space. I had my legs pulled up, covered by the blanket. My toes nearly touched Ford’s hip and would if he kept moving. I wouldn’t leave first; he would have to.
“Well, I did some research about who my bio dad was…Mom was willing to tell me a few things, but I could tell it was sort of hard for her. So, I looked into it on my own, and it led me back to the Chaos Kings.”
“In Richland…” I stated, trailing off as more alarm bells rang in my head. I needed to talk to my sister.
Connor nodded before launching into his story.
While I was listening, my mind kept going over odd details from Taryn and a few strange ones from Ford. I sensed I was being lied to. I could understand that coming from Ford, but if I were being lied to about his place in the club, that meant my dad was in on it, and everyone else.
But if Taryn was lying to me…
There was no way that I would be able to process that. My brain seemed to agree because before I knew it, my eyes were drooping and I was nodding off. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation, and at one point Ford laughed, but I couldn’t keep up. Not even when his hands trailed over my feet, lightly rubbing the soles. I think I tried to kick him, which resulted in both my feet being pulled into his lap.
I remembered lying odd on the arm of the couch, and I heard Connor warning me that my neck was going to get a crick in it. Ford hadn’t stopped rubbing my feet, so my eyes fluttered closed and I fell asleep.
Something poked my cheek enough that my eyes cracked open. Where the hell was I? Connor telling me he was moving me because I looked uncomfortable as fuck came back to mind.
Where had he put me?
Lifting my head, I glanced around and came face-to-face with a firm, hard stomach.
Blue denim was under my face and on my arm was a limb, covered in black cotton.
Ford.
Why was I lying in Ford’s lap?
I pulled my arm out from under his, and his hips jutted up the smallest bit. That’s when I realized what had been poking my cheek.
OhmyGod.
Ford was hard as a rock, thickening even more by the second. I lifted my face again, then placed my hands down on his thighs to try to push up, but the second I began moving, so did he. His hand came to my head, where his fingers ran through my hair, but the pressure on my skull had me pinned against his thigh, which meant I felt every inch of him harden inside of his jeans.
With another thrust of his hips, I wondered if he were doing this on purpose.
He groaned and muttered something that sounded like my name, which had me trying to leave his grip so I could see his eyes. His head was tilted back, resting against the back of the couch, but he seemed like he was asleep.
Was he dreaming about holding my head like this, while he thrust his hips and…
