Perfect Storm

by Erica Marselas

  She grins, and her light blue eyes glow. “Do you love my daddy?”

  My mouth drops open, her question catching me off guard, and I have no idea how to answer her. “I…”

  “You have to, right? Isn't that why you’re always kissing?”

  “Um…”

  Well, shit.

  I've been stumped by a five-year-old. And not only that, I thought Dean and I had been doing good hiding our relationship from her. Now I'm totally lost at what to say to her or if I should even say anything at all.

  “Listen, GG…”

  “I never saw Mommy and Daddy do that.” She thankfully goes on, but she's leaving me only more bewildered.

  “I think you were too young to remember.” Though, there might be some truth because I honestly never remember them kissing either. Even when I first started babysitting or would see them in passing from next door. My mom had commented once that affection never appeared like their strong suit.

  Which is odd because Dean can never keep his hands off me.

  She shrugs. “I just remember them yelling a lot. Like now. And Daddy is always so happy when you come over. Me too. I love having you around. You always play what I want to play and help me with my homework. Mommy just…” She stops, and her head falls to my shoulder.

  “What's wrong, GG?”

  “Nothing,” she whispers and then looks up at me with the saddest blue eyes. Dean's eyes. She resembles him so much.

  It’s crazy how Peyton's genes don't appear to be very strong.

  “You won't ever leave, will you?”

  “I have no plans to go anywhere.” I repeat the words Dean said to me earlier in the kitchen, remembering how good they felt despite everything going on.

  “I don't want you to go.”

  Well, break my heart into a million pieces and make me cry because that has to be the sweetest thing ever. But also talk about the hardest promise in the world to keep, as well as one I want nothing more than to keep. One that relies heavily on Dean keeping and not shredding my heart.

  Or me his.

  “I won't, baby girl.” I wrap my arm around her tight and come hell or high water swear to myself that no matter what happens between Dean and me, I'll do whatever I can to keep my promise.

  Touching the necklace around my neck, I know right where I can start.

  “GG. I want to give you something. But you have to promise to take special care of it.”

  Her little eyes widen and a large smile crosses her face. “What is it?”

  “It's something my daddy gave me when I was little when he would deploy or had been stationed places we couldn't go. He gave one to me and my sister. It was a way for us always to have a piece of him when he was gone.” I unclasp the locket from around my neck and hand it to her. “I want you to have it.”

  “Really?” she gasps. “You're always wearing this.”

  “Yeah, but now I want you to have it. That way you always have a piece of me with you. Open it,” I urge her.

  She flips open the locket revealing the engraving: “I love you to the moon and back.” A piece of the moon would be broken off in which my dad would take it with him, and when he came back, he would connect back. Because we were together and full again. My dad didn’t take the moon with him this time when he went to Afghanistan. The fear of him not coming back isn’t as worrisome as it was when I was a kid, and I guess it felt childish to do. Also, nowadays it’s easier to get a hold of him, so he doesn’t feel so far away.

  “If there's ever a time that I have to go far, I'll take a piece of the moon with me. That way we are always together.”

  “Like when I have to stay with my mom?”

  “Yeah, like when you have to stay with your mom or when I stay at my house.”

  “Thank you, Lola. I love it.” She flies into my arms, practically knocking me to the ground.

  “You're welcome, bug.” I hug her tight, thankful I can make her smile and feel safe at a time like this.

  “There you two are,” Dean says, appearing in the doorway with a forced smile on his face.

  “Daddy, look what Lola gave me.” She runs up to him and dangles the locket in front of his face. Dean eyes me curiously as he tells her how nice that was of me and then clips it on for her. “Did you tell her thank you?”

  “Uh-huh. I'm never gonna take it off either.” Georgia looks back over at me, her smile so big if my heart hadn't already melted it would now.

  “Why don't we go finish our dinner?” Dean suggests.

  “Okay.”

  “And Daddy is sorry about what happened with Mommy.”

  “It's okay, Daddy.” She touches his cheek, and he leans into her touch. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, peanut.” He scoops her in his arms and holds her tightly to him. I love seeing them together like this. Their bond. It reminds me of my dad and me when I was little. I had him wrapped around my finger and so did my sister, Jasmine. We both knew how to work him over. Georgia has that down pat with Dean to get whatever she wants with one simple pout.

  “You coming?” Dean asks, snapping me out of my mindless gawking.

  “Yep, right behind you.”

  Hours later, once Georgia is off to bed, and Dean has convinced me to stay the night, we settle on the couch in his room.

  I’ve been trying to figure out a way to bring up what happened between Georgia and me in the basement since Dean carried me upstairs to his room. But it’s impossible when I’m sitting on his lap, and he’s kissing every inch of bare skin he can find.

  “Dean, babe?” I shove his shoulder, trying to push him away for the twentieth time tonight. I’m not really convincing, because goddamn do his lips feel so good. “We need to talk about something real quick.”

  “We do? You sure about that?” His lips hover over mine, and his eyes dance wickedly, tracing his fingers over my covered sex. “Because your body is telling me how badly you need to be fucked.”

  “Dean, I’m serious.” I shove his hand away from my core before he can cause me further distraction. “It’s about earlier with Georgia.”

  He falls back to the couch, breaking our connection. Both his hands shoot through his hair, and he sighs annoyed, the mood now officially killed. “Alright, what’s up?”

  “How do you know Georgia hasn't said anything to Peyton about us?”

  “That’s what you’re worried about?”

  “Of course, I am. She’s five, and five-year-olds aren’t known for keeping the best secrets, and it’s not just that, it’s something about what she said to me this evening.”

  “What did she say?”

  “She asked if I loved you because we were always kissing.”

  He rubs his eyes and exhales. “Well, I don’t think she has because I’m sure Peyton would have said something to me by now. Either using it against me or something.”

  “I guess.” I lower my head to stare at my lap. I don’t get how it hasn’t slipped. "Or maybe she does know? Why else would she rub in my face she’s going to work things out with you?"

  "Because that's Peyton. She's been telling everyone that will listen. Adam called me today and told me he ran into her yesterday and she said the same thing. She sometimes tends to believe what she wants to and can go a bit extreme. In a couple of days she'll get over it again."

  "You really believe that?"

  "I don't know. I sure damn hope so because she's giving me a headache.”

  "Are you going to ask Georgia about it?”

  “I don’t know yet. It depends, but I might. Now stop worrying. I’ll handle it,” he says sternly and the way his eyes blaze into mine causes me to squirm in his lap, making me suddenly feel in trouble. He moves back to kiss me, and I place my hand in front of his face. “What?”

  “There's something else, Dean.”

  “You’re fucking killing me, Lo,” he groans. “What is it?”

  “She seemed really upset about something with Peyton. Mentioned how I played
with her, and her mommy just...then she wouldn't elaborate on it more. She looked so broken-hearted by it.”

  “You know Peyton never…” He drifts off, closing his eyes. When he opens them back up, he pushes a strand of my hair back behind my ear. “Like I said, I’ll talk to her tomorrow. This whole separation hasn't been easy on her, but thanks to you, it’s been easier.” He places a kiss on my nose. “She loves that locket.”

  “She said she didn't want to lose me. Dean, that's a huge promise.”

  “It's not that huge Lo. I told you earlier, you're my family now, and I have no plans for you to go anywhere.”

  I sigh, and my mouth opens, about to argue, but he takes the opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth to kiss me. His sudden attack leaves me breathless and my body a quivering mess, making me forget everything I wanted to say.

  He stands me to my feet and pulls my shirt over my head. As his lips descend down my neck and his hands unclip my bra, there's an uncomfortable feeling swirling in my belly. Like there's suddenly a familiar pair of eyes on me, as if someone is watching me. Eyes that don't belong to Dean’s intense, burning stare.

  “Hey, where’d you go?” He touches my cheek.

  “Nowhere,” I whisper, shaking off the nerves and focus down on the man I love as he grabs the waist of my pants and falls to his knees.

  “Why don't we test out how much my beard tickles again?”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  PEYTON

  My intention had never been to come out here and watch them tonight, but it isn't like I have anything better to do. My family is inside, and I’m left alone once again. When I came over to talk with Dean, she was there. They were having dinner together. What I was hoping to do so I could talk and remind Dean how good we are. Instead, I didn't make it past the threshold before he started yelling at me to leave.

  Over his shoulder, I saw the little bitch take my daughter out of the room, acting like some hero taking Georgia away from the bad guys.

  Dean forced me to leave, my pleas going unheard.

  Because I'm sure he could only think about dipping his dick in his younger model.

  Peyton. We can't let it happen.

  I drove around for a couple of hours and then found myself back here in the backyard where I used to push Georgia on the swing set that Dean built for her.

  Now little Miss Mary Man Stealing Bitch is doing it.

  I flick my cigarette to the ground and put it out with my foot. I'm pissed because not only is she taking over my mom duties once again, the little tart is in my bedroom with my husband as he goes down on her.

  I can't even remember the last time he did that for me. Years. Before Georgia, I'm sure.

  If that.

  And he never made me throw my head back or make my legs buckle or even scream like he is doing to our little babysitter right now.

  She was supposed to listen to me and know that Dean is mine. That we were working out our marriage. She was supposed to skedaddle on her merry way to some boy her age, away from my family.

  At least I rattled her cage.

  The little two-bit whore.

  To think I once adored her ass. I had found something special about her besides her being my favorite student. I saw a piece of me in her, and it’s why I thought I could trust her with my daughter. I just never imagined she would steal my husband behind my back.

  Or that my husband would be so enthralled by teenage pussy.

  Now I have to work twice as hard to remove the obstacle in my way in order to convince Dean to come back to me.

  To put our family back together again.

  It isn't going to be easy.

  Look at them, Peyton.

  Inside, Dean sucks on her breasts as he works off his belt on his slacks and she tangles her hands in his hair. The passion flowing between them is enough to make my panties wet, but also spur on the raging anger in my veins.

  My eyes close knowing it should be me that Dean is making love to. Touching, kissing, plowing into.

  Not her.

  No.

  My eyes fly back open, and the couple has disappeared from my view. I move further back on the back lawn, thinking I'll be able to see the bed when Dean comes to the window. His perfect six-pack abs, along with his impressive erect manhood, stands before me. For a second I wish for him to hear me, to come home to me, but like everything, I'm shot down when he closes the curtain on me.

  I need to get out of here before someone sees me.

  Opening the medicine cabinet, the pills in the yellow prescription bottle taunt me. That's all they do lately.

  Taunt me.

  I don't need them. I'm fine. I've always been fine.

  I don't care what anybody says. My parents, my teachers growing up, my friends, the school board who fired me. Dean. Fuck them all.

  I'm fine!

  I slam the medicine cabinet closed making everything inside rattle, and move back to my room.

  The voices tell me of our next move. I’m grateful for them because as I climb into my bed, I don't feel so alone. My next plan is already in motion. It's a tad bit trickier and cost me a couple of hundred dollars. Hopefully, the little tart listens to her little friend and lets her hair down at this party tomorrow and jealousy will take care of the rest.

  I’m not going to let that little thing keep living the life I should be having all because I made a mistake.

  All because I got a little lost chasing the wrong storm.

  CHAPTER SIX

  DEAN

  There's nothing better than waking up with Lola’s naked body pressed against mine. The heavenly scent of apples and peaches wafts in my nose, making me bite into her shoulder and rub my fingers along her slit.

  Her pussy drips instantly at my touch and she moans, wiggling her hips against my aching cock telling me she's now awake.

  “Good morning, baby.”

  “Mornin’,” she groans as I dip my fingers inside her needy center and start to pump, and my thumb rolls around her clit.

  “You do know eventually I'm going to wake you up like this every day. With my mouth—or my cock,” I whisper in her ear.

  I'm moving this little goddess into my house the second the divorce papers are signed. The ink won't even have time to dry before she's unpacking her bags into my bedroom.

  “Dean…” She turns her head, and I take the chance to kiss her. To devour her.

  She comes around my fingers, her body shuddering, as she moans down my mouth. “I'll never get tired of the sight of you coming for me.”

  My fingers slip out of her warm center, and I roll her to her back. I'm eager to sink my dick inside her tight warmth. Her legs wrap around me, heels pressing into my ass as I sink into her.

  She stares at me, her hand playing with the hair at the back of my head, as I thrust slowly into her. Wanting to feel every inch of her velvety walls wrapped around me. I press hard against her driving me in deeper.

  She's heaven.

  Though, as I look deep into her eyes, my stomach turns to knots as I'm hit with a strange feeling of Deja vu. I freeze mid-thrust and stare at her like it's the first time I am seeing her.

  I'm sick.

  Her lovely, chestnut eyes remind me of Peyton.

  Really, Peyton? What the hell is wrong with me?

  "What's wrong?" Lola whimpers, looking at me with confusion written in those eyes, I'm sure wondering why the hell I stopped.

  "Nothing.” I lie. My eyes close painfully, the thought of Peyton has made my dick go soft.

  How could I even compare Lola's dazzling chestnuts to Peyton's dull, lifeless ones?

  Especially in a moment like this.

  "Dean, seriously?" she groans and shoves my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

  "Sorry, I just thought I heard Georgia at the door."

  It's a lame excuse, but it gets her to nod and look towards the door.

  "Should we stop?"

  "No. I'm just hearing things at my old age." Thankfully she gi
ggles, and the sensation makes my dick hard again in an instant.

  I suckle her nipples, to take my vision away from her eyes. Her nails drag down my back as I pump into her again, harder and faster. After consuming her cherry nipples till they’re long and hard, my mouth latches onto the side of her neck, sucking, kissing, every inch of her exposed skin, eliciting moans of delight and desire from her succulent lips.

  She fucking tastes so damn good.

  “Oh, god, Dean,” she yells, trying to match my thrusts. She's close again, but I want to make this last.

  “Let's have some fun,” I growl and pull myself out of her tight warmth.

  Her eyes narrow at me. “What are you doing now? I was almost there.”

  I chuckle deviously. “I know.” I roll over to my back, grabbing her hips to roll her with me. “But I want you to ride me, reverse cowgirl. I want to watch this tight little ass bounce.”

  “Yes, Mr. Goodwin,” she purrs and turns around giving me a view of her tight peach.

  She grabs my cock, and teases it along her soaked slit, before sliding down on me. Her head drops to her chest as she moans, her pussy clamping around me hard.

  “That's a good girl. You want that A, don't you?” I tease, tugging on her hair, getting into the role-playing.

  It's what she does to me when she calls me, Mr. Goodwin.

  My hands run down her back, and I grip her hips, placing my thumbs in her cute back dimples. “Bounce baby.” I lift her and slam her down on my shaft, making her scream.

  I love how primal she gets.

  I do it again and again, watching the sight of my dick disappearing and reappearing from her center till she explodes around me calling my name, like a loud fucking prayer.

  “Now that’s a fucking sight,” I mutter, her pussy spasming, and creaming, coating my cock with her sweet juices.

  “I thought you wanted me to work for that A,” she pants, dragging her nails along my thighs as she tries to keep her body up. She’s still shuddering from her release.