Well, not anymore. I’m here now, and they’re both my responsibility, whether they know it or not.
“Who wants ice cream?” I ask when Pip starts to go a little slower, and her eyes light up.
Scamp laughs. “I don’t think so. She’ll be sick.”
“No I won’t! Please, Scamp, can I?”
“Now look what you’ve done,” she says to me, trying to sound stern but there’s a smile playing on her lips. I’d do anything to see that smile break completely, to see her happy, so I turn in my seat.
“Okay, your sister’s right,” I say, and see a hint of disappointment come over Pip’s face. “But we’ll get ice cream later, after band practice. How does that sound?”
“What?” says Scamp, and I turn back to her.
“I thought we could spend the day together, then I’ll take us somewhere we can sit down. And we’ll make sure there’s room for ice cream.”
“Are you… Are you sure you want to do that? Don’t you have more important things in your life right now than the two of us?”
I shake my head and take her hand in mine. “Scamp, there’s nothing more important in my life than you and there never will be. Let me prove it to you.”
She doesn’t answer at first, then slowly she nods and I finally see that smile stretch all the way up to her eyes as she runs a hand through the pink and red-brown strands of her hair. “Okay,” she says simply, the blush rising again to her cheeks.
And all I can think of is how her face will look spattered with my cum.
Chapter 5 – Scamp
He always was sweet. In a manly way, even at eighteen, but sweeter than any of the boys I knew. It’s why I developed a crush on him in the first place, and that clearly hasn’t changed.
But now I see the same animal desire in those dark eyes that I’m feeling in my belly.
Somehow he makes the whole thing work as he drives his big Bentley SUV dressed in blue jeans and a black tee, with a vest over the top. It’s the kind of car that demands evening dress or at least a business suit, but Val’s casual style would fit in anywhere. I watch as his thick arms move on the wheel, imagining them moving over my skin, coarse dark hair on his forearms rasping against my flesh, tickling as he grips me, holds me, makes me beg for release.
He glances over at me and smiles. “You really care about her, don’t you?”
“Pip? Sure. We’ve only had each other for so long.”
“Your mom isn’t around?”
I shake my head. “No.” The thought of the last time I saw her comes back to me, the tears in her eyes as she begged me for drug money I didn’t have to give her. That was three years ago, but the truth is she hadn’t been in our lives for so long before that she was like a stranger to me, and Pip barely recognized who she was. “It’s for the best really. There was a time when she was a good mom, don’t get me wrong, but the Volos family…” I shake my head, not wanting to say anymore. He knows what they’re like.
“She didn’t think to get your dad to take you in?”
A humorless laugh escapes my lips. “Even if she’d been capable of thinking clearly, she never would have left us with Papa. My mom knew Apollo Volos was bad news, she just couldn’t keep away from him. She wouldn’t let him anywhere near us.”
He nods and falls silent, concentrating on the driving.
We dropped Pip off at band practice half an hour ago, and then Val wouldn’t tell me where we were going to go while she was there. He just insisted I get in the car, his arm wrapped around my waist, making my skin tingle as I felt the eyes of the other moms on us.
I don’t blame them. It takes all my spare money to send Pip to that school, and I know the other moms look down their noses at me. I also know that Pip doesn’t have many friends there. Her uniform is the same one she wore last year, that I altered to make sure it fit but I couldn’t do much about the fading or frayed ends. She hasn’t said anything about teasing, but I’ve seen the way some of the kids look at her, and heard a few of the words they say to her. I wish I could do more, but a private Catholic school costs more than we can afford already.
But Valiant?
They probably think he’s a drug kingpin or something, but I don’t care. They can think what they want. I don’t know where he gets his money from, but he said he doesn’t work for my father and I don’t think he’s doing anything illegal. He promised he wouldn’t go back to prison. What he’s doing spending time with me, I have no idea, but I have to admit I liked the feeling that I was no longer beneath all of the parents at the school.