Part 18 (1/2)
”Do it,” he said, breaking off from the kiss. ”You want to please me, don't you?”
I know that I have never been that wet. I started to rub myself and the pleasure started building up, higher, and that was when I felt Thorne's hand going up and reaching for the breast through the fabric, and it just drove me towards an o.r.g.a.s.m until my legs were shaking.
Soon, he was on top of me, unclothing himself and his erect c.o.c.k was ready and waiting, just like I was.
Afterwards, we just lay in bed, next to each other.
”Why did we come here?” I asked. ”We could have gone to the loft.”
”Lane was there,” Thorne said. ”I didn't want him to go stay somewhere else.”
I noticed a hint of seriousness in his voice. ”Thorne?”
”Yeah?”
”Is everything okay?”
”Is it that obvious?”
”Kind of.”
”Everything's fine,” he said. ”At least I hope it is. I'm just worried about Lane.”
”Lane? Why?”
”I don't think he's doing too well.”
I turned to face him in bed. ”What do you mean?”
”I've never told this to anyone,” he said, looking at me. ”But Lane, he's not like other kids.”
”What're you talking about, of course he is! He has most of his hair in his eyes and the dangerously low-riding jeans.”
”Well yeah, but...he went through some s.h.i.+t about a year back.”
”What kind of s.h.i.+t?”
Thorne sat up, propped himself against a pillow. ”Well, there was an incident,” he said. ”With another cla.s.smate. She died in a car accident. Lane was the one driving the car. He became all messed up over it, tried to kill himself. We sent him to a facility and we all thought he was cured.”
”And you think he's not?”
”A while back,” Thorne said. ”I caught him doing drugs.”
”Oh.”
”Well, I confronted him and he told me he was going to quit.”
”And he hasn't?”
”It seems like he has,” Thorne said. ”But I think maybe he's having a rougher time than he's letting on. But you know there's no way to know for sure, because he won't tell me these things. I just feel like I'm not doing everything I can for him.”
”Thorne,” I said. ”You're actually doing some solid parenting.”
”Someone had to,” Thorne said. ”My parents weren't exactly dying to do it.”
”Why?”
”It's complicated,” he said.
I laid a hand on his. ”Tell me, please.”
”Elena,” he began. ”Lane and I we share the same father but we had different mothers. Lane's mother was a prost.i.tute. She died from a drug overdose. So my father brought him to our home. My mother was already p.i.s.sed that he had an affair outside of the marriage and she wouldn't let him keep his other son. But my father said he had no choice. So anyway, Mom eventually had to succ.u.mb because I guess she couldn't stand losing my father. So she took Lane in, but she could never really love him the way she should have.”
”Does Lane know all this?”
”He does.”
”Can't be easy,” I said. ”I mean, he basically knows he's not wanted.”
”I do what I can,” Thorne said. ”Elena, I've never for a moment felt anything less than love for him. I've always tried to show him that, but I guess it wasn't enough, because he's still taking drugs.”
”Thorne,” I said. ”It's not your fault.”
He was suddenly quiet.
I went to sit next to him and put my arms around him.
”I just want him to be okay,” he said.
”He'll be fine,” I said. ”You just need to be there for him.”
After a pause he spoke again. ”There's something else,” Thorne said. ”That I've been meaning to tell you.”
My heart started beating faster in antic.i.p.ation. ”What Thorne? What is it?”
”I think I'm in love with you.”
My phone on the nightstand rang suddenly; there was a text from Nick.
I checked it purely out of habit.
<nick> I KNOW YOU AND THORNE RYKER ARE A THING NOW. BUT YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, ELENA. YOU CAN'T TRUST HIM. PLEASE. YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME.