Just as Zep shook his head, my bedroom door opened and out stepped my father in his pajamas.
He looked old then. Really old.
Fragile, frail, completely breakable. And right then, I wanted to break him.
The second I saw my sire, I forgot my promise to Lexi and started my unexpected rant. “What kind of man holds his child—” I held up my hands. “—in his fuckin’ arms—” I dropped them by my sides. “—and never sees him again?” I looked him in the eye, not at all hiding my anger. “Who does that?”
Neither man responded, but my father appeared distraught.
A long moment passed before the man who sired me said, “You think it was easy?”
I didn’t give a fuck.
“Yeah, I think it was easy.” I swept an arm out to Zep. “You had a son. You didn’t need another. Was that it?” The way he looked at me was doing something funky to my insides. My breathing got heavy. “What was wrong with me, huh?”
The thought of somebody trying to keep me from my son made my physically ill. Made me want to hurt somebody. Made me want to knock heads.
How could this fucker do what he did without looking back?
For the life of me, I couldn’t understand it.
I was a father.
I was drunk.
And, fuck me, I was emotional.
My throat tight, my voice cracked as I fought the words out. “Why didn’t you want me, man?”
The sperm donor walked farther into the room. “Giving you up was the hardest thing I have ever done.” His brows creased. “I thought I was doing the right thing. Letting you grow up in a world of zero expectations, especially those that came with our name. I wanted better for you.” He shrugged weakly. “So I let you go.”
I blinked rapidly then swiped harshly at the wetness leaking onto my cheek. “Yeah. Fat load of good it did me.”
The old man’s expression turned grave. “I can see that. And I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” I let out a sharp laugh before looking to my brother, pointing at the old man. “He’s sorry. That’s nice.” I nodded slowly, facing my father. “I don’t know what you thought would happen when you got here. Maybe you thought I’d be over the moon to see you, that I still needed a father. I don’t know. But let me tell you something, old man. You did one good thing.” I paused a second. “You taught me exactly what it is I don’t wanna be as a father. So...” I took a step backward. “Thanks.”
I walked out the door to find Lexi standing on the street corner shivering but waiting. And my heart grew a size.
No. I didn’t deserve her, but that didn’t mean I was ever going to give her up.
When I made it across, I wrapped a heavy arm around her and rubbed her frigid skin, frowning. “You’re freezing.”
Her teeth chattered when she gazed up at me, her eyes full of concern, and she asked, “Are you okay?”
No. “Yeah.”
I wasn’t.
But I would be.
***
Lexi
He was in a mood, and I didn’t blame him.
This morning had been tense, to say the least, especially when A.J. decided to tell his dad how great his Uncle Zep and Nonno Tony are, about the gifts they bought him, showing Twitch the gold chain and crucifix he was given, how they told him all about his family back in America and Italy. Our son, not even remotely sensing the stress in his father because his excitement was on overload, went on, and on, and on about the two men across the street, while Twitch sipped his coffee in complete silence.
And past experience had taught me that a silent Twitch was a dangerous Twitch.
He got inside his head. He overanalyzed. He drove himself mad. I knew this from our time spent together so long ago. So I did what I felt I needed to do to snap him out of it.
The house was empty and silent apart from the running shower, and when I moved inside the steaming bathroom, I sat on the closed toilet lid. My heated gaze roamed his body through the frosted glass, and reaching up, I put my fingers to the button and pushed.
“Ah, fuck!” came from inside the shower as the water heated then ran cold when the toilet flushed.
The frosted door swung open, and the gloriously naked man set a glower on me that was so vicious my entire body blazed, my pussy clenching in eagerness.
“What the fuck, Lexi?” he growled, and when I lifted my fingers slowly to the button, his glare intensified and his jaw set. “Don’t do it.” The moment my fingers touched the button, his hand came up and he pointed at me. “You do it, you’ll pay, baby. Mark me.”
I know.
A shudder visibly escaped me, and I bit my lip, watching as Twitch’s eyes flashed.
I grinned internally.
He’d caught on.
Looking him deep in the eyes, I hit the button, the flush sounded, and just as he let out a harsh snarl, I jumped up and ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could. The shower was turned off, and I heard the frosted door slam, but my legs weren’t as long as his and he caught up to me in the hallway. The second he grabbed the back of my tank with a harsh hand, he yanked me backward and I slammed into his body with a gasp.
He was completely wet, completely hard, and panting harshly.
“Bitch,” he muttered fondly into my ear, and I smirked only momentarily before I forced it down again.
My nipples tightened as his hand came up to my chin and held it firmly, as I let out a hushed, “Please don’t make me do this. My husband will be home soon.”
The words were hesitant.
But oh, God, was he into it.
Twitch forced his hard cock into my hip so hard it hurt. “You think I give a fuck? I hope he does come home. Hope he sees you like this, hot for me.” He spun me around to look into his hooded gaze. “You started this; now you’re gonna finish it.” Putting his hands to my shoulders, he pushed roughly, and I landed at his feet in a heap, feigning concern. And he smirked cruelly as my gaze landed on his angry-looking erection. “Never had a cock this big, have you?”
I shook my head, my entire body breaking out in goose bumps.
Reaching down, he put his hand to my cheek, caressing it gently. “It’s gonna hurt when I finally take you, and you’re gonna love it because I love it.” His voice turned rough as he gripped my chin hard. “Aren’t you?”
Eyes wide in insincere fright, I nodded slowly as well as I could around his forceful grasp, swallowing hard.
“You run,” he warned smoothly, “I chase.” He looked down at me, his gaze thunderous. “And when I catch you, baby—” He sucked in air through his teeth, kneeling in the nude and running a hand over the leg of my yoga pants. “—I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll taste me in your mouth for years.” One large hand slid up to the waistband of my pants and slid inside roughly. “Now,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “let me feel how much this tight cunt wan
ts me.”
I tried to close my legs, but he threw them open again with a grunt, and as a harsh pant escaped me, his rough fingers made contact with my panties. He kept his darkened gaze on me when he slipped his hand under the flimsy satin, and as his fingertips met my wet pussy, he released a rough breath at the very same moment my head fell back and a low whine was forced from my lips.
With deft fingers, he rubbed my slick entrance, and with the other hand, he slow jerked his cock in a way that made me want to beg for a taste of him.
“You want this?” I know what he wanted and shook my head as he laughed cruelly. “You say one thing—” When he pushed a finger inside my slick heat, my mouth rounded and my eyes closed as he slowly, steadily finger fucked me. “—but your pussy is sucking me in so nicely, kissing my finger so sweetly that I know you’re lying.” He pushed his finger in me all the way and held it there as my insides shook. “You sure you don’t want this?” My mouth gaping, I shook my head deliberately, watching him watch me. And he leaned in, putting his nose to mine, as he muttered, “What do you want, little sparrow?”
“I want...” It was hard to find my voice, but I did, and what I said shocked the both of us. The words came out shaky. “I want you to choke me and tell me I’m a good girl.”
His eyes flashed.
Mine widened.
And when he moved, he did it so fast everything blurred.
The thick digit inside me slipped out, my yoga pants were ripped down my legs along with my soaked panties, and just when I thought he’d drag me to the bedroom, he sat up on his knees and reached up to grip my throat harshly, forcing me back into the wall. I panted around his severe hold, reaching up to grip his forearm with both my hands.