“Wife? I thought you two weren’t married?” He gave Allison a sly smile, and I’d had enough of his eyes on her.
“What difference does it make? She’s mine either way. And why don’t I go give that crew of yours a talk; because the next time my daughter cuts her fucking leg on a piece of scrap they left lying around, she won’t be the only one bleeding.”
Allison put a hand on my chest as the smile left Ethan’s face, and he walked away.
“Was that necessary?”
“Any reason he knows we’re not married, Alli?” My eyes bore into hers, but she cracked a smile.
“You’re jealous. It’s cute.” She stroked my arm and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
It only caused my voice to soften a little. “Don’t patronize me.”
“You’re serious?” She turned, shaking her head as she went up the stairs.
I followed closely behind. “I want to know how that came up.”
She finally stopped at the top of the stairs and spun around to face me with her hand on her hip like she meant business. “Fine. He called me Mrs. DeVant, and I corrected him. That’s it?” She turned and went into our room, and I followed, slamming the door behind me.
“Why would you feel you had to? Is there some reason you won’t set a date? Are you having second thoughts about being my wife?”
“Why would you think that? I’ve been begging for your attention since we moved in here! Maybe you’re the one with second thoughts?”
“You can’t believe that.” I loved her more than life itself. She’d been my whole life. “It’s ridiculous.”
“Only as ridiculous as you thinking I’d want some flirty contractor. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” She stepped close and put her arms around my waist and suddenly, I was putty in her hands.
“I knew he was flirting. He’s been eye fucking you every chance he gets.”
Her leg came up between mine, her thigh pressing into my crotch and rubbing against my dick. “He has, but this is the only cock I want.”
The urge to get myself good and deep and mark her as my own had never been stronger.
***
Allison
David being jealous was the hottest thing ever, and if I had known how sexy it would be, I’d have smiled at the contractor weeks ago.
He took his time undressing me, kissing and licking every part of me until my toes were curling with anticipation. I’d only managed to get his shirt off, but he made quick work of his zipper, and I tugged his pants down below his ass, and he did the rest as I stroked his cock, my chilly hands warming quickly against his hot skin.
“You want it rough, still?” He gave me a wicked smile as I nodded, and then he spun me around, and I caught myself against the bed as he stepped up and bit my shoulder softly before he whispered in my ear. “Tell me.”
“I want it rough, David.” He smacked my ass and kissed my neck.
“I’m going to give you just what you want then, and then you’re going to give me exactly what I want.” His voice vibrated in my ear, and he smoothed the chill bumps away with one strong hand as he gripped the back of my neck with the other.
“Yes, Sir.” I giggled, and he slapped my ass hard, causing me to wince. This was just what I needed, him claiming my body, taking charge of the situation and giving me pleasure.
His cock slid into my cheeks, and then he slid it back and forth from front to back along my slit, pressing it hard against my tight back entrance, but never enough to slip inside. He teased me a bit and then slid forward, pressing inside me, just enough to wet his tip.
“You’re fucking wet and ready for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly. “I want it so badly.”
“Such a bad girl trying to make me jealous. It made you wet knowing I was, didn’t it?” He tightened his grip a tad on my neck as he thrust hard and buried his cock deeper. “Didn’t it!”
“Yes, you always make me so hot. Fuck me.” I needed his hips rocking; I needed his cock sliding in and out of me, stretching me to my limits.
“Like this?” He slammed his hips forward three times, so hard my breasts slapped together.
He reached around and cupped one, tugging the nipple and pinching it hard. It hit a nerve and sent a sensation all the way to my clit, and I cried out, needing him to continue. “Yes, please.”
“That’s my girl.” He slammed into me again, and I collapsed to my elbows, tilting my ass ever further causing his cock to hit my sweet spot. He let go of my nipple and neck, and his hands found my wrists as he slowly pumped into me.
He pulled my hands behind my back and held both wrists with one of his while he fucked me harder, pounding relentlessly until our bodies clapped, matching the rhythm of my moans until we made a sensual song. My pussy throbbed as he hit my g-spot with each thrust and I felt the pinch of release building.
“I’m going to come.” My voice broke as I orgasmed and turned into a wailing squeal that was probably so loud Ethan could hear it below. That was probably David’s plan, and it only made me hotter.
He didn’t let up and continued just as hard, but reached around to rub my clit and before he could come, he worked me through another one. Sweat broke out on my brow as his cock swelled inside of me and he pulsed deep, soaking my insides.
“God, that was a huge load. I’m going to pound it in a little. It was so good baby.” He thrust hard a few more times and then stilled behind me. “Now, you owe me, remember?”
I collapsed on the bed and rolled over, scissoring my legs together still feeling the tremors of my last release as his come spilled from me, soaking the sheets. “Yes. What do you want from me?”
“First, you’re going to get on your knees and worship this cock a little bit with that mouth of yours.” He leaned over me and kissed my mouth. “Then I’m going to make love to you nice and slow.”
“Mm. I like that.”
“You’re going to love it.” He kissed me hard and then laid back on the bed. “Kneel beside me and suck your taste off my dick.”
I didn’t utter a word. Instead, I smiled as I got to my knees and stroked his cock which was still not quite fully hard again.
“Suck it hard, baby. I want it to grow in that pretty mouth of yours.”
I took the head of his cock into my mouth keeping my eyes on his as he played with my nipples. By the time I relaxed my throat and worked his flesh behind my tonsils, he swelled in my mouth, his cock growing hard as diamond and thumping against the back of my throat. His hand ran through my hair, and he gripped it for a moment and held me down, but then he pulled me off, my mouth gaping and empty as I panted.
“Climb on it.” He patted my side as he encouraged me. “Straddle and ride my dick baby.” He stood it up, and I straddled his lap, centering myself against his head before lowering myself, stretching even wider than before to take in his thick base.
I ground my hips, leaning back so he’d hit the right spot as I worked up a steady rhythm. He caressed my skin; stroking my cheek, thumbing my nipples, and gripping my waist and ass to push me down harder at times.
It felt amazing and just when I had closed my eyes to savor the moment, he brought his arms around me and moved us to the edge of the bed and then picked me up to turn me over. He hovered over me, staying sheathed as he kissed my neck and breasts.
“You still want to give me a baby, don’t you?” His eyes seemed so sad that it made my heart ache.
“Yes, of course.” I didn’t understand why he would think I didn’t want another child. “Where is that coming from?”
“I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on.”
“I just want you home with me; with our family. We’d have more time that way. We’d have more time for everything. For this.” I rolled my hips, and he grinned.
He kissed my lips and pumped his hips as his seed pulsed deep, spilling into my channel.
We lay in our bed holding one another for what seemed like half an hour, an
d it was nice to have that time.
“Work has been crazy. Our newest client is nuts. He’s a rich kid, real freak. I left Greyson to take care of him.”
“I’m sure he knows how to handle him.”
“Yeah, he does. He knows better than me. I’m going to talk to him soon, baby. I just need a little support and time from you. I’ll lay off about the date too if you want. I just really wanted you to be my wife as soon as possible. I don’t like you being a Beall again. I don’t like you telling flirty contractors you’re not my wife.” He gave me a pouty grin.
“Fine; the next flirty contractor I meet, I’ll let him think we’re married.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” He laughed, but then his phone rang, I gave him a smile and handed him his phone.
“Shit. It’s Missy.” He couldn’t answer being his sister. Getting a call from Missy was like getting a call from his own mother. “Hey, Sis.” His face went pale and then turned an angry shade of red. “Are you fucking kidding? I thought Dad handled this shit?”
“What is it?” I placed my hand on his arm, and he held up a finger still listening to his sister, whose voice was carrying through the phone and sounded distraught.
“I’m on my way, Miss. Don’t do anything okay. I’ll call the lawyer; he’ll give us some advice.” He hung up the phone and held it to his heart.
“Is everything okay?”
He got up and started gathering his clothes. His jaw was set tight, and I could tell that he was angry. If there was a lawyer involved it was serious business. “David! Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later, baby. When I know more.” He got up and pulled on his pants and was gone before I could clean up and walk him to the door.
***
David
My first instinct was to search the city for Kevin Hughes, the man who’d married my sister and cheated on her once before already. My father had threatened the guy once, but I guess now that he was gone, Kevin thought he’d get up to his old tricks. Perhaps he never stopped.
I headed straight for Missy’s house, and she met me at the door with a glass of wine which she turned up. “He’s not here.”
She must have thought I’d come to kick his ass, and I’d have done it too if he’d been home. “You’re going to have to tell me everything that’s happened. Don’t leave shit out; your lawyer is going to ask the same of you.”
“I knew he’s been being weird since Daddy passed away, but I thought things were good, you know? I started getting a bit suspicious eight months ago when he had to work late a few nights. He’d never had to be gone that many nights in a row and it didn’t make sense him suddenly not wanting to commute.”
“Right. Did he say he’d stayed at work, or a hotel?”
“He said he’d slept in his office, which wasn’t a stretch, I mean, he has a couch. But I know he didn’t stay there. His phone lit up with a text a few times here and there, and I’d ask him who it was, and he’d get weird about it. So, I confronted him, and—
Tears filled her eyes again, and she closed them tight, downing the last sip of wine. “He grabbed me. He said I’d do best not to accuse him and I was so scared that I knew I’d never mention it again. Well, it seemed that he took that as his opportunity to start doing whatever he wanted because he didn’t come home two nights later. Last week, I dropped the girls off at a birthday party and went to hire a private detective.”
“You should have told me then. Why didn’t you?”
“You’re so busy, and I knew you had a lot on your mind with the Super Bowl ads and giving up the business to Greyson. Not to mention, you’ve got your own family to worry about.”
“Which you’re a part of. Seriously, Miss. You know I’m going to do whatever is needed to help you and protect you. I can’t believe Dad wanted you to stay with that asshole after the first time.
“The girls were little, they needed their father more than I needed a husband and I thought things would work themselves out. He was good for a while, we reconnected on a deeper level, and I really didn’t think he’d do me this way again.”
“Do you know who it is?”
“Yeah. It’s a different girl from the club. Daddy had gotten the last woman fired, and now this one is a manager there. Kevin’s been going to one of the rentals with her.” She walked to her purse and handed me an envelope. “He’s been getting sloppy.”
I opened it up to find a stack of pictures, and she wasn’t kidding. “There’s no denying this.” One of the pictures showed Kevin balls deep in the woman, who looked to be around Missy’s age but far less attractive.
Missy was a gorgeous woman, and I wasn’t just saying it because she was my sister. She had the prettiest brown eyes, long wavy hair, and a perfect cupid’s bow mouth that made her seem angelic.
“I don’t care if he tried to deny it. I want out. I don’t need this shit, David. I’ve given my whole life to him and the children. I’ve made our home everything it is while he did nothing but take up space and play golf.” Kevin had worked, but only so he didn’t look like he depended on the DeVant fortune to pay his way, which he was. Missy’s trust had bought their home, put the girls into the best school and paid the majority of the bills, while he barely paid for the expensive car he drove. She let out a long breath and met my eyes, hers full of ire. “I want a divorce.”
“You’ll get one, don’t worry. Don’t you cry another tear over that man.”
She laughed. “I’m not crying over that pig, David. I’m crying because it’s going to hurt the girls. Tiffany and Macy adore him for some reason. I don’t want them to hate me. And then he’ll have to have visitation rights; there’s no way around it.”
“You don’t want to keep the girls from him. As much as you think you do right now.”
“I will have to find myself something to do I suppose; for when he has them.”
“Like a hobby?” Missy already had many hobbies, but she shook her head.
“Hell no, I was thinking something a little more tall, dark, and handsome.” She gave me a wink.
“That a girl. Just make sure you’re not doing anything that will look bad to the courts. Wait to date until after the smoke clears. You’ll be glad you did. You don’t want to look like you’re the problem.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m a DeVant. I’ll land on my feet.” She wiped her eyes and then got up to pour another drink.
“Have you told Blaine?”
“No. I tried to call earlier, but he didn’t answer. I wanted you to both come.”
“I’ll call him. I think the two of us need to go pay Kevin a visit. Let him know he’s not coming back here with you and the girls and that we’ll have our lawyer be in touch.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, we do. Dad might not be here, but you’ve still got your brothers, and we’re not going to let this asshole think we’re not still a united front. Dad might have let you down by whatever bargain he struck, but Blaine and I will see to it that he knows who’s in control. He probably thinks he can get away with this shit. As for his manager girlfriend. I think the owners will understand the conflict of interest. I can’t exactly be expected to frequent a club that is run by the woman who ruined my sister’s marriage, now can I?”
“You think they’ll let her go?”
“Oh yeah. Who do you think paid for the golf course renovations last year?” I took out my phone and dialed Blaine’s number.
“What’s up, brother.”
“Meet me at the club; it’s family business; urgent.”
“Okay, but I’m with Katrina at the moment.”
“Give her a raincheck; this can’t wait.” I hung up the phone and Missy’s eyes widened.
“He was with a she?”
“Katrina. The two of them met at our house, and I am pretty sure they hooked up. They left together.”
“Our little brother is finally growing up.” She giggled and turned up her drin
k to gulp it down.
“Lay off the shots. You’ve already started with wine. You’ll end up sick.” I looked around and realized it was well after school had let out. “Where are the girls?”
“At their friend’s house. I wanted the evening to myself.”
“Stay in and get some rest.”
“I love you, brother.” She smiled up at me, and I could tell she was already three sheets to the wind.
I gave her a peck on the forehead and turned to head to the door. “I love you too. It’s all going to be all right.”
I met Blaine at the club a half an hour later. He didn’t look amused. “This had better be good. I haven’t come to this place since the last time Dad made me.”
“I haven’t been here often enough either apparently, but our brother-in-law Kevin, well, he likes it here a lot.”
“What’s this about? What did the asshole do now?”
I handed him the stack of pictures and his lip curled in disgust. “That bastard. I’m going to kill him.”
I clapped my hand on his back. “Don’t worry. He’ll get his, but we’re not going to get ourselves in trouble or do anything to jeopardize our sister or our nieces.”
“Then what are we doing here?”
“Sending a friendly message, and taking out the trash. This girl is a manager here. I don’t know about you, but I like my golf drama free.”
“I feel ya.”
“But first, we see if Kevin’s here. I’ve heard they’ve been using a rental. There are thirty of them, but only one is yellow with a blue door. You want to bet that asshole’s visiting after work?”
“Let’s do this.”
***
Allison
I woke up the next morning and went to Sierra’s room expecting to find David. Instead, I found her curled up and sleeping alone. The last I’d heard from him he’d called to say he’d be late and not to wait up. I had gone to bed and fallen asleep reading a book but thought for sure he’d come home by now.
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