“Oh God, Decker, you’re going to make me come again.” She is about to grab the pillow, but I shake my head, wanting to hear it, and the way her cunt is taking my cock, I bet she does more than orgasm.
“Fuck, sweetness.” The words leave my mouth just as wetness soaks us both and her pussy takes my cum, sucking me dry in the process.
“Okay, I think you screwed me dead.” My body collapses on top of hers. Jolie’s legs slide down until they’re wrapped around my waist. And she’s not wrong—I’m pretty sure I’m toast for the rest of the day.
“Feel that way, too, sweetness.” I yawn, not giving two shits that the sheets and our bodies are in a desperate need of washing. Right now, I’m just gonna hold my woman and not let her go.
Ten
Jolie
I probably should have left Decker’s room hours ago, but there was something about the post-coital bliss that wasn’t letting me leave. Plus, I was being the queen of avoidance in the wrath of last night. Chores could wait, my drunk father could wait, and Aunt Jafar could beyond wait. Especially if she had the balls to still be here, which, let’s face it, she probably is. My dad could never tell anyone no, not my mother or myself. Thankfully, I never asked too much, and my mom kept me humble.
“Oh.” I stutter in my step. After Decker and I took a quick nap, we took a shower together, where he used his mouth on me again. I quickly returned the favor, though Decker refused to come in my mouth and all too quickly pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my chest. It was hot as hell, even I can’t deny that, but one day, I’m going to get what I want when I’m on my knees before him.
“I guess this was a long time coming, huh?” my father says from the other side of the counter where guests check in and out. It’s a place I haven’t seen him the entire time since my mother’s been gone.
“You could say that.” I put my hands in my jean pockets. My hair is still wet from the shower I took with Decker, I nabbed one of his Diamondback MC shirts, one that he’ll probably never get back, and my eyes are looking over my dad’s shoulder, unsure on how to navigate life after last night.
“Your aunt is gone. I made sure of that this morning. Gave her a one-way ticket back to her home in Michigan. I have a lot to atone for, and I hate like hell that I’m asking you for a favor, but if I’m going to be any kind of good at recovering, I’ll need to go through withdrawals, and that won’t be pretty.” I rock back on my heels, shocked by the turn of events.
“Thank you. I’m sorry last night was brutal, but I couldn’t take it anymore.” I shrug my shoulders, knowing why I was done. I’m twenty-one. Not having a life isn’t really living.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing. Today, I’m going to stick around for as long as I can, which won’t be much. Then I’m going to find a sponsor. I know you’re hanging with Decker, and I’m telling you this now so it’s not even a thought in your mind. Your mother would be pissed as hell at me and prouder than anything to see the young lady you’ve become. I don’t know much about the Inn in the way of money, but I do know you need help around here. If I need to pull some money from my investment to help, I will.” I’m blown away by the way he’s talking, and money? I thought he had thrown it all away. This is where I know that Band-Aid I ripped off last night probably should have come off much sooner.
“I think I need caffeine for this conversation, Dad. You’re right. I was going to talk to Shila today to see if she knew anyone before placing an ad. I’m glad you’re getting the help you need. I hate that’s it taken this to do so.” I’m still so raw from how things went down last night, how he didn’t even attempt to stand up for me. It’s been years, and I swear I’ve lived like Cinderella, only my dad was alive in this real-life one, well, barely.
“Coffee is on. Breakfast went off without a hitch. Though Shila helped me. We really should give her a raise, and yeah, I’ll shut up now because I’ve done more bad than good. I know you won’t forgive me yet, and I don’t want you to, not until I’m on two solid feet. So, I’m going to leave you to it for today, find the help I need, and maybe once I’ve conquered a few battles, I can be the father you deserve. And I have a feeling you don’t need me here on the business side of things, and that’s okay, too. We’ll figure this out one day at a time.” That hollow place in my chest is hurting more than ever. There aren’t any words to describe my emotions right now, but maybe he’s right. We’ll take things one day at a time.