Violated by Jamie Fessenden Read Free Book Online

parents want you to get third-degree burns?” Shannon asked. Jacob had already run off to chase Max around the yard again. Fortunately Max was always up for a game of tag and never bit or nipped, even when Jacob grabbed his fur.
    Shannon walked back to the deck and Russ tagged along, sipping his beer as he walked. The Fourth of July had been over a week ago, but Bill still had a bunch of leftover fireworks he wanted to shoot off with Russ’s help later. Nothing big—just some bottle rockets and small stuff you could get at any convenience store at this time of year.
    “The box said not to give them to kids under five,” Bill said, flipping a burger. “He’s five. I told him he had to keep it away from his face.”
    “I don’t care what the damned box says! It’s dangerous.”
    “If he touches it and burns himself, he’ll know not to do it next time.”
    Shannon groaned and turned to Russ with an imploring look. “Tell him! How many kids a year get hurt with fireworks? You’re a cop—you must know that.”
    “Um… a lot?”
    “You’re a big help.” She seemed to remember she was still holding the sparkler, so she made a face and waved it around. “Wheee….”
     
     
    D EREK AND Victor were both trashed by the time they went up to the room. By some miracle they managed to navigate the hotel lobby, operate the elevator, and find the correct room without puking or falling down in the hallway. Derek felt a little queasy and reality was a bit distorted, but he thought he could manage to keep the contents of his stomach down as long as he could find his bed soon. Victor fiddled with the room key while he leaned against the wall, trying to keep his eyes open.
    Then they were inside the room, and Derek fell face-first onto his bed. But Victor slapped his foot, still clad in a shoe. “Get undressed, moron.”
    Derek groaned and forced himself to sit up. The room swayed around him but eventually settled down. He kicked both shoes off, then fell backward onto the mattress to rest a while. He watched Victor undress and, in his current state, didn’t make much of an effort to hide the fact that he was watching. The man’s muscles rippled like swells in the ocean as he peeled off his shirt and undershirt. It was mesmerizing.
    Victor belched loudly, and they both giggled.
    “Classy,” Derek said.
    “I might have to fart too. Just give me a minute.”
    Derek laughed and screwed up his face in disgust. “Take it to the bathroom, you pig.”
    “Aw. Now my feelings are hurt.” Victor undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. “Are you planning on sleeping like that?”
    “I’m too drunk to undress.”
    Victor snorted derisively. “Fuckin’ lightweight. I’m drunk off my ass, but at least I can still stand.”
    “Just leave me here to die,” Derek said, closing his eyes. “Tell my mom I loved her.”
    “Right after I bone her,” Victor quipped.
    “Asshole.”
    He opened his eyes again when he felt Victor undoing the buttons on his shirt. It shouldn’t have been a big deal—they were friends, right?—but it felt weird. Sexual. “What are you doing?”
    “Gettin’ you outta your clothes, idiot.”
    Victor took Derek’s shirt off and yanked his undershirt over his head. Then he undid Derek’s fly. Derek made a halfhearted attempt at blocking him, but Victor slapped his hands away. He’d more or less reconciled himself to Victor pulling his pants off when Victor hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and shucked both down his legs. Before he knew what was happening, Derek was stark naked but for his socks.
    “What the fuck?”
    Victor giggled again like a drunken idiot and tossed both pants and underwear across the room. “Whoo! Par- tay ! Derek’s naked!”
    “Gimme my fuckin’ clothes back, dickwad!”
    Victor shocked him by grabbing his cock and squeezing it. “Chill out, bud. I’ve seen it all before.”
    Maybe, but he hadn’t grabbed it before. Derek was too startled to