“He dumped me.” Alexa sniffles.
“Hell, stop your crying.”
“You don’t even know what kind of day I’ve had. My mom threatened to throw me out because she found an ounce of weed in my room, but it wasn’t mine. It was Todd’s. Mom flushed it and he got mad at me. Said he still owed money for it.”
“I’ll take you to another friend.”
“I don’t have anyone but Ro.”
I scrub a palm along my jaw. “Fine. But not a peep. You don’t have anyone over. I’m going out for the night. I’ll order you a pizza before I go and leave money on the counter for you. No boys. No dumb shit.”
“Thank you, Mr.—”
“None of that Mr. shit. Told you before to call me James.”
“James.” She smiles, throwing her arms around my neck, squishing her tits against my arm. Her soft pink lips meet my cheek, and I pull back.
“Whatever.” I shove her away and go to grab that shower. I feel weird having Alexa here with Ruthie and Rochelle gone. Makes me feel dirty as fuck. Alexa doesn’t look like no damn high school girl. She’s a few years older than Rochelle and I told my wife letting them be friends was a bad idea. Older friends means older boys. But they cheer together and are always attached at the damn hip.
Alexa is one of them girls you know is pure trouble just by looking at her. Big tits, thick hips, and ass for days. Long blonde hair, pretty green eyes. The kind of girl who’d get a man thrown in jail if he wasn’t careful. I know I shouldn’t look at her the way I do. I know it and she knows it. She loves the attention and I’m sorry enough of a bastard to give it to her.
Alexa’s daddy never took her over his knee and busted her ass for misbehaving. Maybe if he had she wouldn’t constantly be in trouble. I keep tabs on her because her and Rochelle are close. Can’t have her dragging my kid into her shit. Alexa hangs with a bad crowd. Shit for brains like Todd who hand their weed off to a teenager to keep from getting caught with it.
Stripping down I get in the shower, trying to erase the past hour. Trying to drown out the sound of Ruthie nagging in my ear. Trying to forget that my cock twitched at the sight of Alexa’s ass cheeks under that skirt.
I’ve always been faithful since I put a ring on Ruthie’s finger. I made a promise to her old man that I’d do right by her. Keith “Lion” Gibson is a mean ass prick. He’d rather put a bullet between your eyes than deal with any bullshit. I know better than to wet my dick anywhere but between his daughter’s thighs and he made damn sure everyone else knows it too. I put up with the asshole and pray for the day he takes his dying breaths. Even now I still remember him rolling up my parents’ driveway when he found out I’d knocked up his youngest daughter. Nearly pissed my pants.
He didn’t knock. A man like him doesn’t. Barged right in and stuck the barrel of his handgun between my eyes and dared me to breathe.
I shake off the memory and scrub my body. Scrubbing away everything but my memory of the first time I saw Alexa.
She wore a red bikini, running through the sprinklers of my front yard. I rolled up on my dark cherry Road King. Her gaze met mine, soft pink lips tipping into a big smile, flashing her pearly whites at me as she pranced around barefoot. Thrusting a dandelion toward me dusted with gold glitter she said, “Make a wish.” I closed my eyes and wished for strength because I knew somehow the devil had sent her to tempt me.
I step out the shower and towel off quickly, needing out of this house. Needing far away from her.
Music belts from somewhere in the house. I shake my head and snag a t-shirt off the hanger and grab a clean pair of jeans off the top of the laundry basket at the foot of the bed.
I get dressed and walk toward the living room fingering through my wallet for pizza money. The smell of weed permeates the house. I follow the scent to the kitchen and find Alexa perched on the counter, bobbing her head, joint snug between her fingers as she takes a hit.
Stepping between her legs, I snatch the doobie from her and put it out in the ashtray sitting next to her ass. “The fuck you doing?”
“What’s it look like?” She smirks her tempting lips at me, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “It’s been a shitty day, Murder.” Her brow arches as her finger rubs over the patch on my cut.
Knocking her hand away, I take a step back.
“Why do they call you Murder anyway? You kill someone?”
“None of your fuckin’ business.”
“Don’t be a party pooper.” Her smile droops into a frown. Her eyes glazed.
“Don’t test my limits, pretty girl. I’ll do what your daddy never did and bend you over my knee. Bust that ass till it’s glowing red.” The thought of it makes me hard, and I know I need to put some distance between us. Shit ain’t right. The thoughts I have about Alexa aren’t fatherly.
Alexa slides off the counter, stepping into my personal space. “You gonna use your hand or that big wooden spoon hanging on the wall over there.” She nods to the decorative giant wooden spoon and fork Ruthie hung up over the sink.
I breathe in and out. Her sassy assed mouth makes my blood boil. “Mess with me and I’ll shove it right up your ass,” I growl. Alexa loves to push my buttons. Testing the limits of how far I’ll let these games she plays go.
Her face colors crimson. Licking her lips, she cocks her head sideways. “At least get me good and wet first.”