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“I really do,” he confirms. “Screams make me so fucking hard, the louder the better.”
“How exactly did you get so fucked up that screams, blood, and gore, turn you on?” I can’t help but ask him.
“Wow. Nobody has ever asked me that before.” Eli gets to his feet and starts undressing all the way. Every inch of my skin feels tight as I watch him shove down his open suit pants, revealing his bloody dick and massive, muscular thighs the size of tree trunks. His upper body is just as thick, veins bulging in his forearms and biceps underneath rippling tattoos. His smooth chest and wide shoulders are solid masses that look like they could possibly withstand a bullet. And while he doesn’t have an eight pack of abs like my lean ass, there are plenty of indentations on his hard abdomen.
“You’ve never seen a naked man before last night?” Eli asks, a cocky smirk on his face after he apparently watched me size him up. He slides all that nakedness into the left side of the booth next to my table-bed.
I lay my head back flat on the table to avoid looking at him. “No, at least not actually in front of me.” Just porn, lots and lots of porn. “If my stepfather had gotten naked, well, I would’ve lost my hard-on, and he fucking knew it.”
There’s a long pause after that confession passes my lips. I honestly don’t know why I blurted it out. Only my mom and Colt know what happened with Darren.
“Your stepfather?” Eli finally asks.
“Not the one I have now,” I’m quick to clarify. “Colt’s definitely hot.”
“One of the pretty blond Fulton brothers?” he asks, having obviously done his homework while stalking Maddie.
“Right. It was my mom’s husband before him. Imagine the opposite everything of Colt—late-thirties, flabby, a beer belly hanging over his pants, with a nose and ears too big for his head. I honestly have no clue what my mom saw in him other than hehad a stable job or some shit. I had to keep my eyes closed the whole time…”
“The flabby asshole fucked with you?”
“Yeah, a few times. It was sort of a ‘I won’t tell your mom you’re skipping school and failing if you don’t tell her I get off playing with your dick’ situation.”
“He played with your dick?”
“Until my mom caught him, us, in the middle of it one day when she came home from work early. She threw his ass out right then and there.”
“Fuck.”
“Right? I’m still ashamed of myself for being so weak, for letting him talk me into doing that shit, for hurting my mom. I should’ve just told her I wasn’t going to graduate. Her disappointment in me would’ve been a lot better than the repulsion and betrayal on her face…”
“How old were you?” Eli asks.
“Eighteen. So technically it wasn’t illegal or anything. In the end, I still failed my senior year and had to go to summer school to get my diploma.”
The camper is now so silent for so long, I wish I had kept my mouth shut.
“He fucked your head up?” Eli eventually asks. “Is that why you refused to come out of the closet?”
“I’m not gay,” I say defensively and wait for the bark of laughter or comment about how what I did last night that suggests otherwise. When it doesn’t come, I add, “I didn’twantto like it. And I wasn’t attracted to him like at all, even when he was…you know touching me. Still, afterward, I refused to even let myself think about what it might have been like with a man I actually wanted.”
“That makes sense,” Eli agrees. “Once someone fucks your head up, it’s hard to undo their damage.”
Wow. I wasn’t expecting the psycho bastard to be so…insightful or understanding. “Did someone fuck with you too?” I ask using his earlier phrasing.
“Not like that. I was just born a monster.”
“Born a monster?” I repeat in confusion. I finally glance over at him. He’s sitting naked in the booth with his bloody hands and dick, otherwise looking like he’s waiting on dinner to be served. Since I take up the majority of the table, and based on the way he stares at my body, I’m guessing I’m the only thing currently on the menu.
“Whenever my mother looked into my eyes, she said she could see the devil looking back at her. She regretted bringing me into the world and wanted to take me out of it. She even thought she had succeeded in drowning me in the bathtub when I was like seven or eight.”
He says this all calmly, like it’s a perfectly normal part of childhood.
“Your mother tried to drown you?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus. How the hell did you survive that?”
