Free The Junkyard Boys by SH Richardson Page B

out those beautiful windows surrounding us in that living room. I needed those strong arms and soft lips to take me places few had gone. I held on to the back of his head as I pressed my mouth to his, loving the way he softly moaned when I slipped my tongue inside. Range reached down and grabbed hold of one of my ass cheeks and kneaded the soft flesh as he pressed his growing erection against my belly. Our breaths were coming in harsh pants and my body was on fire with need. I wanted this man and refused to wait any longer.
    “I want you.”
     

CHAPTER 14
    Range
     
    Clover and I were standing together, holding each other, trying to calm our ragged breaths with our foreheads resting against each other. She was so fucking beautiful with her pouty lips that were now red and swollen from our kissing. How could I make love to her without telling her the truth about my past? She would never understand my revenge fucks or that strong need to punish those who’d made fun of me all those years ago. Clover would never do anything so vile and spiteful just to prove a point. She had a pure heart compared to all those women I’d fucked, and I couldn’t let her go into this blind without knowing who I really was.
    I took a deep breath and took a step away from her warm embrace. I knew it would be hard, but I had to tell her the truth.
    “I’ve done some things in my past you should know about. I’m not proud of them, but at the time I was just so angry and full of revenge, I couldn’t see myself get past it.”
    I waited for her response as she took in what I was about to tell her. She looked sad and embarrassed I interrupted our make-out session right after she declared how much she wanted me. She wasn’t the one who should be embarrassed by my pending confession. I wish I could spare her the unpleasant nature of my past, but I couldn’t take it lightly. I was trash and always would be, regardless of how successful she thought I was by running the junkyard and laundromat. I’d always be that dirty little boy no one wanted to sit next to.
    I took both her hands in mine and sat us back down on the couch so I could look her in the eyes. My shame felt like a third person in this room, sitting with us, and I wished like hell I could just make it go away and take her in my arms. I hoped she could find a way to forgive me, so we can move on together.
    “I’ve done some things to women in the past, things that were not very nice.” She was looking at me like I was going to confess to being some sort of rapist or something. This was not going as planned. I couldn’t stand that look on her face any longer. I had to fix this shit quickly.
    “I didn’t grow up in a loving household like you did, baby. My old man was an asshole at the best of times and a drunken slob at his worst. We never had shit, no food, running water, or clean clothes. When I met Buck, I was a lice-infested, half-starved, scared little boy who no one wanted to sit next to in school. Buck did what he could for me those first few years. I was still too young to leave home, so I had to go back to that shithole every night and sleep in that filth and dirt. Until finally, Buck had enough and paid my asshole dad a visit one day. I’m not sure what happened, but I moved in here with him that day and made a vow I would make every single one of those fuckers who laughed at me pay, so that’s what I did.”
    Clover was so worked up over my story, her entire face was red and tears were streaming down her cheeks like big, giant raindrops. I took her in my arms to comfort her and I guess to give myself a little comfort as well. I hadn’t told anyone that story since I told Buck years ago, and I hadn’t realized the effect those hard years still had on me. I stroked her back and whispered soothing things in her ear, trying to get her to calm down.
    “Don’t cry for me, baby. It’s over now. I never want to be the cause of your tears.”
    “I’m sorry, Range, it’s