by Piper Frost
“Why?” I grit out.
“Because we want to help you get custody, and she wants to meet her.”
I’ll never deny my brother’s help when it comes to my daughter and him wanting to help me gain custody helps my rapid heartbeat slow down.
“Thanks,” I quietly say.
“Can you organize a visit? And we’ll go with you?” He walks back toward the door.
“Yeah. Thanks, Fenton.” He nods at me and steps into the hall. “Fenton,” I call to him. “For everything, okay? I know I’m lucky you, Paige, and her family even let me back on this ranch. So thanks.” That’s the most sentiment he’ll get from me and he knows it so he just smiles and does a quick knock on the doorframe before closing the door.
In the morning I’m feeling good. I have my visit set to see my daughter and my brother and Paige will come with me. This is the first visit we’ll have where she doesn’t have to come to the center to see me and excited doesn’t cover how I’m feeling. That little girl deserves the world, and I want to be the one to give it to her. Her foster parents aren’t bad, but they have five other foster kids. They’ve been nice enough to bring her to see me in juvie, but I want my kid.
I also have seeing Leena to look forward to, not to mention Atman can come through with a gun on the cheap and he’ll meet me in town for the exchange. Things are looking up, especially when I see Leena. She’s late to one of her classes, but so am I and we run into each other in the hall.
“Sup?” I smirk and all I get is a grin until her mouth is on mine. I pick her up and pin her to the lockers. When she bites my lip I grunt and pivot my hips to rub my hard dick against her and she gasps. “Let me fuck you,” I whisper the same thing I asked for last night, and this time she looks like she’s going to say yes.
“Miss Kenshaw?” a teacher says and I slowly put her back on her feet. “Do you want me to call your parents?” the old bitch threatens and I almost growl at her but Leena gives me a quick kiss and jogs toward the teacher who’s watching me hatefully.
While in class, I draw up the next sculpture I’m going to make as soon as I finish Paige’s horse.
“Sutton.” Someone nudges my arm and I look over at one of the cheerleaders.
She’s biting her lip and grinning at me. I cock my eyebrow before glancing at the teacher then back to her.
“I want to suck your dick,” she mouths the words and I chuckle, nodding my head because I’m not surprised. She practically flashed me her tits last practice.
I put my pencil down and turn in my chair so she can read me clearly. “Not interested,” I mouth back and watching the surprise register makes me laugh.
“Something funny, Sutton?” the teacher asks.
“Actually, yeah.” I stand. “I gotta piss.”
“Watch the mouth,” she warns.
“Yes ma’am.” I give her a salute and grab the piece of paper from my desk, a strip of tape, then the hall pass, and stroll out of class.
I roam up to the second floor where Leena is right now, seeing her brother walking down the hall. He freezes and almost turns around but he’s completely stiff.
“What’s up?” I walk toward him and he just stares. “You know who I am?” Only getting a head nod, I wrap my arm over his shoulders. “The past is in the past, okay?” I start walking him down the hall. “I’m sorry about that shit.”
“Okay, Sutton,” he stammers.
“Okay? We cool?” I hold out my fist for a bump and he fumbles but does it.
“Sure. Whatever.” The kid’s deathly afraid of me and I actually feel bad.
“Cool. You know who Isabel Robinson is?” I ask him and he giggles like an awkward kid who needs to be fucked. I start to laugh. “You know her, huh?”
“Who doesn’t?” He giggles again and I laugh harder, moving away from him.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” I move closer to him. “Between fourth and fifth hour, she goes to the third floor bathroom to get high. You want to be her hero? Show up with some weed and smoke down with her.”
His eyes are shimmering with that information. Girls like Isabel Robinson are only good for one thing, and if I can help this little Kenshaw get it, I will.
“I’ll put in a good word for you too. I’ll tell her you’ve got the best stash around.”
“But I don’t have any weed,” he says in worry.
“But half the student body in this school does. Do your research. If I could, I’d help you out but I’m on probation. Sorry, kid.”
“Jimmy,” he says like he just remembered someone who sells. “Thanks, Sutton.” He runs down the hall and hopefully his fear of me is squashed.
I’ve been gone for at the least five minutes so I don’t have time to lure Leena out of her class without getting in trouble. I head back downstairs and go to her locker, taping my note to it for everyone to read.
Leena Kenshaw is hot as fuck
I chuckle and head back to class, hoping a teacher doesn’t notice that before she does. I don’t get to find out because I have practice right after school, and I was hoping she’d be around taking pictures again or something, but she’s not. I hope she had enough money to fix that camera.
***
Leena’s back to ignoring me. There’ve been some rumors going around about us, but they’re not all rumors. Like I want her. Not a rumor. And I’m really fucking into her. Also not a rumor. And then the rumor that she gets wet just hearing my name. Probably not a rumor, but whatever. And she got caught fingering herself in the girl’s bathroom ‘cause her and her girls were talking about me. That’s probably a rumor. And if it’s not, fuck her for not tracking me down. I woulda given it to her. Either way it’s been a few weeks and I haven’t seen her in gym because either she skips or I’m stuck with Grant doing shit for football. I’ve seen her in school, but she dodges me. And she hasn’t come around her sister’s. I haven’t even seen her car at the ranch. Whatever the fucking problem is, I’m sick of it.
“Leena,” I growl her name. Everyone in the hallway parts to clear a path for me. She turns from leaning against a locker and glares at me like I’m the fucking annoying one. It’s been almost three weeks of this bullshit. She’s already done this once before and it was fucking stupid the first time around too. I’m not playing her ‘I don’t want to like you’ game. She likes me. I fucking like her. She needs to get over this shit.
“Sutton,” she says with nowhere to run because the hall’s packed. “Why do you look like you killed someone?” She scrapes her lip between her teeth and shoves her hands in her back pockets.
“You want me to announce to this fucking school why?” I threaten her, able to feel everyone staring at us.
“Not exactly.” She rolls her eyes and looks around. “He’s just being a drama queen, folks. Go the fuck to class or something.” She waves her arm around, not making eye contact with me while everyone’s still shuffling around the hallway. “Care to talk somewhere else?” she finally says, glancing briefly at me before nodding behind her. “There’s an empty classroom I can get us into.”
I follow her and close the door behind us, turning to glare at her. “Fucking talk to me!” I scream at her and she winces, walking to the door to check out the window. “I was this close to kicking your brother’s ass ‘cause he wouldn’t give me your phone number. I even showed up at your house two fucking days ago trying to talk to you. I know you heard me yesterday when you were leaving school. Why are you fucking ignoring me again?”
She huffs and hops on one of the tables, letting her legs dangle as she stares at the floor. Her hands tuck under her legs and she releases a long breath. “We don’t work together, Sutton,” she whispers and shrugs. “I want us to, but we won’t.” She won’t even fucking look me in the eyes to tell me.
“Hey.” I snap my fingers until she looks up. “Who the fuck you talking to?” I look down at the floor, pissed she can’t even look me in the eyes. “I’m up here.” When I point to my face she rolls h
er eyes. “What the fuck changed your mind? Again?”
“Does that matter?” She hops off the table. “You’re...you. And I’m me.” She’s back to not looking at me. She groans and runs her hand through her hair then shakes her head this annoyed sound like she’s battling a fuck ton of shit in that head of hers. “And it sucks. Really fucking bad.”
“No.” I move toward her and she gets back on the table to put distance between us. “It doesn't suck to be us.” I stop in front of her and grab her chin to lift her head. “Hey, look at me. It doesn’t suck to be us. Who told you that? You want me?” I ask wanting a straight answer.
“You know the answer to that, Sutton.”
“Yeah, I do.” Not letting her face go, I lean in and kiss her, my other hand pushing on her back to slide her body close to mine. She thankfully kisses me back and her legs wrap around my waist. “I’m right fucking here, Leena. Let me fuck you.” It’s not the only thing I want. I wouldn’t mind being her steady fuck. When her hands pop the button on my jeans, I stop her and glance back toward the door. “You gonna be quiet for me?” My hand waits at the hem of her short black skirt.
She smirks at me. “Does that really matter?” She raises her eyebrows and her fingertips brush against my stomach under my shirt. Her legs spread wider, pushing her skirt up higher. “I locked the door if you're worried about it.”
“I’m not worried.” I bite her lips as I pull a condom out of my wallet. “I just like when you do what I say.” When she reaches into my boxer briefs and grips me, I grit my teeth. We’re going to have a little problem with who’s in control. Pushing my underwear down, I grip her wrist to stop her. Handing her the condom, I hook my boxers under my dick. “Put it on.”
“You’re pretty demanding,” she whispers, opening the wrapper and watching her fingers as they glide the condom on. Her eyes hit mine. “I like it.”
“I know you do.” I tug her to the edge of the table. “Now bite your lip and keep quiet,” I warn her, tugging her underwear to the side before entering her in a thrust that makes her eyes go wide and a noise escape. “Fuck,” I huff in annoyance and pleasure then clamp my hand over her mouth and press my nose to hers, looking her in the eyes. “Quiet, Leena.”
She hums into my hand and nods. Her fingers thread through my hair and she grips tight as I fuck her. I try to move my hand away, but each time I do she makes another noise so I keep it clamped tight around her mouth. At least with it there her meows are muffled and I think she likes it because she’s fucking soaked. Keeping my hand on her mouth makes it hard to do what else I want, but next time we fuck, like not in a classroom, I’ll make her writhe with the shit I’ll do to her. I hold my arm around her back to keep her from falling off the table while I fuck her hard enough it scoots the table centimeter by centimeter.
“You a good girl, Leena?” I smirk when her brows dip.
She gives her head a shake ‘no’ then opens her mouth and sucks in two of my fingers, moaning. I push her until her back lays flat on the table. I grip her hips tight, thrusting hard and she makes a noise.
“Cover your mouth,” I say and both her hands immediately slap over her lips and I chuckle. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
Her eyes hit mine and she pauses so I slam into her harder. “Fuck, yes!” she belts out, her hands flying to grip at the sides of the table but I stop and her eyes dart to the door then to me in confusion.
“You’re still making noises. You suck at the quiet game, which means you don’t get to come.” I don’t have time for this shit. We’re both at least twenty minutes late for our classes, but I can’t stop. This shit has got me so hard I could come in seconds. Her fingernails dig into my ass as she reaches for me, not letting me move away from her.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispers. “Fuck me. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
“For some reason, I don’t believe you.” I shift and sink to my balls, making her gasp and quietly moan. I put my hand over her mouth and thrust again. She grabs my wrist, pressing so my hand stays over her mouth. I get a good rhythm that makes her eyes roll back as they close. “You going to come for me, Leena?” I don’t want to tell her that I’m about to come, but I need to get her off before I do so I start thinking about football.
She bites onto my finger and starts nodding furiously. Her eyes close and her back arches so I keep my rhythm hard and fast until she makes a tiny noise as her pussy clenches around me. She kept quiet so I grab her shoulder and yank her up, still thrusting while her eyelids flutter and her pussy throbs around me.
“Fucking scream, baby.” I grab her throat and kiss her while I come and she finally releases a scream that would probably rock these walls if we weren’t kissing.
When I finish, I let her throat go and her forehead slams to my shoulder, but she doesn’t seem to care as she goes limp.
“Shit,” I pant and close my eyes, sliding my fingers through her hair. She’s still in my arms until a bell rings. Clearing her throat, she pushes me back. Her eyes are back on the floor as she adjusts her skirt and hops off the table.
“That's the only thing we’re good for, Sutton. But thanks, that was nice.” She tries to smile as she grabs her bag. It’s like she’s forcing us apart and I’m tired of this.
“Yeah?” I chuckle. “That’s it, huh?” I say before she walks out the door, she looks back and shrugs before stepping into the busy hall. “What the fuck,” I groan and zip my pants. She’ll come around.
There’s something wrong with the girl but I can’t stay away. I give her some space because I’m busy with football, fucking homework, and the sculpture for Paige, . On Saturday me, my brother, and Paige head over to see Mia. We’re not allowed to leave the house with her, but her foster mom is cool, so she joins us while we go to the park and to lunch. I’ve only ever spent time with her inside supervised confines and being with her in the real world is amazing. The other amazing thing is Mary, her foster mom, teaches Mia about me. Most foster parents wouldn’t be this cool and helpful but for some reason Mary wants to see me end up with my little girl. And I’m grateful. Mia knows who I am, knows I’m her dad, and ever since she started talking, she’s been trying to stay with me. Breaks my heart every time she asks to go home with Daddy. One day. How did Mia come about? Well, we know how babies are made, but put a horny sixteen year old in all boys lock up...a kid like me is going to get into trouble. She was a security guard there and I don’t know what she liked about me but she couldn’t keep her hands off me. Way too old to want a sixteen year old boy, but she was only in her mid twenties. When she got knocked up and ran her mouth about whose it was, she got fired and a huge legal thing ensued. I sat back and let my state appointed lawyer deal with it. What the hell did I care? I was the one willingly fucking her. It was the state that wanted to prosecute. They had to call in my mom and seeing her again was a real treat. Mia became the product of that and was put into the system. The minute I found out I was the reason that little girl was coming into this shitty world, I’ve wanted to give her the life I had when I was little. My dad didn’t lose his shit until I was eight or nine. Before then, we were a happy family. That’s what I want to give my Strawberry.
After Paige met Mia, she wouldn’t stop talking about her. All weekend she was coming up with our plan of action after I graduate high school. I wanted to try and see Leena at some point over the weekend but with Paige hellbent on me getting custody of my daughter. I worked extra hard, trying to finish up this sculpture. Not that it’s an even trade, but just so she knows I’m sorry for what I did and I’m happy she’s on my side.
Leena’s not in school Monday, and I swear the girl’s going to fail this year. When I finally see her on Tuesday, my shit mood changes instantly.
“Leena!” I jog up to her as she walks out the track door. “Hey.” I smile and she pushes me toward the bleachers, glancing around. “Okay?” I say in confusion why she’s trying to hide. “Hey, did you get the camera fixed?”
“Yeah, tha
nks.” She pulls a strap on her shoulder. “I also got assigned more yearbook pictures which is lame but it’s getting me out of seventh hour so I’m not too mad.” She looks around again like she’s making sure no one sees us. “How was practice?”
“Shit.” I shrug. “Couple of guys are slacking, and surprisingly it’s not me for a change.” I chuckle but she barely smiles, still acting like she’s trying to hide us. “I kinda missed you over the weekend.” I step closer and her hand goes to my chest, trying to keep a gap. Taking her hand, I lower it so I can lean down and kiss her.
My lips meet hers but she pulls back almost immediately and stares into my eyes, her baby blues looking more confused than usual. Right when it feels like she’s going to take a step back, she slams her lips to mine again, her fist gripping the front of my shirt. It’s over almost as soon as it began and she takes a wide step back, her fingers touching her lips.
“You okay?” I grab her hand and finally glance around like she is, not sure what the fuck she’s looking for.
The rumors are still flying, but who the fuck cares? Although, it seems like she does. “Yeah,” she whispers, then smiles at me. “Hey, didn’t you have a biology test today? How’d it go?”
“Aced that shit, thanks to your little brother. He made a pen that flips through the answers when you click a button. Fucking genius.” I grin.
“Great.” She laughs. “Good to know my brother’s right in line behind me to be the next Kenshaw fuck up.”
“Hey.” I furrow my brows and snatch her wrist so she doesn’t step back when I step forward. “You and your brother aren’t fuck ups, Okay?” I slide my fingers through her hair. “You want to come over? Fenton and Paige have a late night again.” Leaning down, I start to kiss over her jaw.
“I can’t,” she mutters. “I’ve missed too many family dinners lately. Dad’s gonna blow his top if I don’t show up tonight.” Her hand rests on my stomach but she doesn’t push me back, nor does she let me closer.