He isn’t going anywhere. He loves you. You know that.
I better go, Addy will be up from her nap soon.
Okay. I love you. Deep breaths and call me if you need me.
Love you, too!
I felt a little better after we hung up, but I was still worried.
Once Addy woke up from her nap, we headed out to the grocery store. It took me forever to get everything on the list for dinner, since I had no idea how to even pronounce some of the foods.
While standing in line at the checkout, I noticed Zeke was on the cover of two tabloid magazines. I threw both of them on the counter and paid for them with my groceries. If this man was going to be around my kids, I wanted to know everything about him.
When I had all of the groceries loaded into the SUV, and my daughter in her booster seat with a cookie, I opened up the first magazine and started reading. Addy started to whine, so I turned on a video of a dancing purple dinosaur and she calmed down. As much as I hated hearing those songs over and over, they sure did calm my child down. She missed it when her sister went to kindergarten. She only had preschool three days a week.
The first tabloid paper was a picture of Zeke, surrounded by two half dressed bimbos. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a bottle of booze was in his hand that was hanging over the shoulder of one of the girls. It made me cringe to think about my almost eleven year old idolizing this guy. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with bands and music until he was at least in middle school.
After reading the whole three page article, I learned that Zeke owned a couple of houses. This particular picture that I was looking at had been taken at his L.A. property. Apparently, while his wife went on some tour with other recovering addicts to talk to teens in different cities, he was busy living it up without her.
One of the women were claiming that he fathered her unborn child.
I felt nauseous that someone his age could still be so irresponsible. He made Ty look like a saint, that’s for sure.
I put that magazine down and grabbed the next one. This particular magazine was well known and all about musicians. Zeke and his band were on the cover, wearing only pants. They were all covered in tattoos, and not the pretty kind, like Colt had. Two of the members had one side of their heads shaved. They had their tongues out and were holding up live rats like they were going to eat them whole. Zeke had his arms crossed and was looking over with a sly grin on his face. He rubbed me the wrong way and it wasn’t just because I was being a selfish mother.
I opened the article and read about all the members and what they had come from. Zeke met the twins while doing a show in New Orleans. Once the three of them got together, they were signed and added the last two members. The story went on to talk about how fame had caused the band to have troubles. All of the after parties, the drugs, the booze and the women, had created a group of men that barely had working livers.
It went into each member in detail, finally ending with Zeke being the last. I read all about his alcoholic father and what he went through as a kid, relying on just his sister to be fed each day. They talked about his first wife and how she couldn’t handle the lifestyle any longer. He’d met his second wife at one of his rehab trips and they’d had a very public affair, not caring who knew or how many people they hurt.
It went on to say how he and his wife had reconciled and they were seen at a fertility clinic. The article was claiming that a child would calm down the troubled star. I thought the article was crap. You can’t bring a baby into that kind of environment to act as some sort of last result therapy. It appalled me.
When my phone started ringing, I realized that I had completely lost track of time. I was certain that my frozen items had melted all over the back storage compartment.
Hello?
Hey, darlin’, it’s me. I’m just checkin’ on you.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven thirty. I am leaving the store now. Do you want me to pick up lunch?
I can make us something and have it ready when you get here.
Okay, we’ll see you in about twenty minutes.
Alright, darlin’. See you then.
Addy was in the back watching the dinosaur show, not paying any attention to me in the front seat. I started on our way back to the ranch, feeling worse than I had before I read the articles. I was scared to even show Colt. I knew he was worried too.
Once we pulled up at the house, Colt came out to help with the bags. Sure enough, ice cream was dripping out of one of them. He held up the bag in the driveway.
I gave him a guilty look and handed him the articles. “I sat in the parking lot reading all about our visitor.”
He cocked his eyebrow and grabbed some more bags. “I don’t want to know, do I?”
I grabbed Addy out of her seat. She’d fallen asleep and I was trying not to wake her. “Not really,” I whispered.
As soon as I had laid our daughter down for her nap, I headed into the kitchen to find Colt examining the things that I had purchased. He was reading one of the labels when he noticed me standing there. “This stuff sounds disgusting. Meat has to be better for you than what’s in this stuff. There ain’t no way in Hell that I would eat liquid beans instead of beef.”
I laughed, thinking about Colt being a vegetarian. “Darn. I was thinking about changing our diets.”
“To hell with that. I’d rather starve. My kids are eatin’ good food, not this imitation shit.”
I helped put the non-perishables away and sat down at the table. Colt put a plate with a tuna sandwich down in front of me. Then he sat down across from me with his plate and a bag of chips. “I talked to Miranda today about what was going on.”
“What did she say?” He popped a chip in his mouth.
I took a bite and waited until I swallowed to answer. “She thought it was cool, at first.”
“It ain’t cool. I just want this visit to be done and over with. When Zeke leaves, we need to sit Noah down and let him know that we are not okay with him growin’ up and wantin’ that kind of lifestyle.”
Colt took a huge bite of his sandwich and just stared at me. What he was doing was thinking about something. I’d seen him do it a million times. “I love you.”
“Your lunch is that good, huh?”
We both laughed. “The house is really quiet.” It usually was when the two oldest were at school. It wasn’t until they all got home that it got chaotic. “We could go upstairs.”
He dropped his sandwich down on his plate and brushed off his hands. “We could?”
I bit down on my lip and gave him that look. “Uh huh.”
He stood up and reached over the table to grab my hand. I sat my sandwich down and let him lead me up the stairs to our room.
This was exactly the distraction that we both needed in order to go through with our day. I wanted my son to know his family. I just didn’t want him being corrupted by him.
It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 4
Colt
My wife didn’t have much faith in people. I couldn’t blame her. She’d been through a lot, and even though she was fully recovered, that kind of traumatic event changes a person. She had lost her ability to see the positive in things, which left her dwelling on all of the negatives.
I felt that it was important for me to keep her as distracted as physically possible, so when she offered a quickie, I was all over it.
Savanna didn’t waste any time once we got up to our bedroom. With no little one’s being able to walk in, we left the door open and went right for our bed. While standing on either side facing one another, we proceeded to undress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Savanna eagerly taking off her clothes.
She wanted this distraction so badly.
Once I’d kicked off my boots and got down to my boxers, she was already crawling up on top of the bed in nothing at all. “Do you know how crazy you make me, woman?”
She reached over and grabbed my ha
nds, so she could pull me onto the mattress with her. Once our faces were almost touching, she took her lips and lightly brushed hers against mine. “I have a pretty good idea.”
I avoided touching her and let her take the lead. We were kneeling on the bed, until she guided my body down to lay on my back. In one swift move, she was straddling my hard cock. She let her body rock over the stiff erection. I ran my fingers up around her waist, letting them glide up to her smooth breasts. She reached over and jutted her tongue in my ear. I needed to kiss her and she knew it was what I wanted, because she pulled away, teasing me and not letting me have it.
I reached my hands around, grabbed her plump ass and squeezed it. She grinded herself into me again, leaning back so that her tits were right in my face. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, then bit it with my front teeth. She ran her hands through her hair and moved her body so that her other nipple could get the same attention. I watched her as I sucked it in between my teeth.
My pulse was racing as I drug my wet lips over her hardened nipple. She moaned and ran her hand into my hair. Finally she let me kiss her. Her lips were full of passion as she opened them, letting our tongues finally touch. The first sensation of our passionate embrace was always the same. Even as a grown man, who had been with this woman for so many years, she still got me on a level that I couldn’t even explain.
I reached my hand down and inserted one finger between her folds. Her body reacted to my touch. While still inside of her, I used my thumb and started rubbing on her little clit.
My erection needed attention and my wife knew just what to do. She leaned down and pressed her lips into mine again, before sliding down, forcing my fingers away from her wet pussy. When she was down facing my hard cock, I watched her taking it into her hand. She stroked it a few times, before putting her lips around my shaft and letting her saliva lubricate my whole length.
I watched her tongue, running up and down the vein located in the back of my shaft. I grabbed the top of her head and held it as I felt her moving up and down my hardness.
I had to take advantage of what Savanna was doing. She rarely had the time to do anything like this and I could tell that her drive to please me was coming from the stress of what she was feeling. At any rate, I was a man. I wanted her in any way I could get. Forgetting that I had my hand on her head, and was pushing it down, I heard her starting to gag. She pulled her head up and started to laugh at herself.
That gag reflex always caused her problems.
She licked her lips and attempted to put it back in her mouth, like she was starving for it. I grabbed her hair and kept her within inches of my erection. She stuck out her tongue, trying her hardest to make contact with my skin. “You want it?”
She looked right at me and moaned. “Yes.”
“Oh yeah, I know you do, darlin’.”
When I let go of my hold on her, she took me back into her mouth and began stroking me hard and roughly, while using her mouth as a tool to get me off.
Try as I might, I couldn’t hold in the pounding explosion that was about to happen. Thankfully, she pulled away for a second and I saw my window to change things around. I grabbed her by the underneath of her arms and lifted her up to be straddling me. She wasted no time positioning her pussy against my cock, enabling it to slide right in.
I heard her gasp, right before I felt her body rocking back and forth. She started using her folded legs to bounce up and down. She still didn’t know how beautiful she was to me. While my wife took control of our afternoon delight, I ran my hands all over her sexy physique. Her soft breasts continued moving all around as the motion of her body sped up.
Savanna closed her eyes and ran her hands from her abdomen up to her breasts. I watched her biting down on her lip as she concentrated on the way my being inside of her was making her feel. I reached my arms around and pulled her close to me again, so that I could feel her lips against mine. I grabbed onto her ass again and grinded her body roughly into mine. Our skin was rubbing in all the right places, causing a friction that sent me over the edge. I held her body firm while my release burst inside of her tight walls.
It was hard to breathe, and even harder when she leaned down and continued kissing me.
Since we still didn’t hear a little one crying for us, we lay there together in each other’s arms. Sure, we had a bunch to do before our unwanted guests arrived, but we just needed time to ourselves.
A few hours later, Savanna had gotten herself involved in cooking with ingredients that we had no idea what was in them. She was determined to make things perfect, even when I knew she hated the idea of having Zeke and his wife over for dinner.
While she had involved herself in such a big task, I took Addy on the golf cart to get the kids from the bus stop. She loved going places with me and I enjoyed spending time with my youngest child. She was my little ray of sunshine. She liked to sit on my lap and steer, so I got her situated and let her take the wheel.
We still hadn’t told Noah all about his uncle, so he had no idea that we were expecting him to show up shortly. Since my mother had heard of our news, she insisted on taking the girls for the night, giving us time to deal with whatever may happen.
Savanna took a break and gathered everything for me to take over to my mother’s house. Of course, Noah started asking questions right away as to why he couldn’t stay with her.
I think Savanna would have liked to have time to think about what she wanted to say to Noah. Unfortunately, he was too nosey to wait and be calm about it. We sat him down in the kitchen across from both of us. I held my hand on Savanna’s knee knowing how worried she was about it. “Dad says that you have to talk to me. I knew my teacher was goin’ to call. I didn’t do anything. It was Billy.”
I looked at my wife and lifted my eyebrows. “Boy, what are you talkin’ about?”
“I didn’t put the gum in Lisa’s hair. Billy did it and told the teacher that it was me.”
I put my hands over my face and took a few deep breaths. “That’s not what we need to talk to you about, Noah. Me and your mom have somethin’ that we need to tell you and it’s important that you listen.”
Noah folded his hands and looked right at me. “So, I’m not in trouble?”
Savanna held out her hands and reached for his. He gave them to her and also turned to give her all of his attention. “Sweetie, do you remember talking about your birth mother?”
“Yeah. Her picture is in my room.”
“Did you know that you had an uncle?” Savanna looked over at me, like she wanted to know she was going about this the right way. I winked at her, but felt just as uncomfortable as she did. Noah was mine and after not knowing that I had a son for his first three years of life, I wasn’t sure I wanted to share him. I realized how selfish I was being, but it was the truth.
“I have lots of uncles,” Noah replied.
“No, not them. Your birth mother had a brother. He lives really far away and we haven’t heard from him since before you were born.” Savanna was doing a good job.
“Why not? Didn’t he know I was alive?”
“Yes, buddy. He knew your mother gave birth to you. He was just trying to make a life for himself and couldn’t get back to get to know you. When your mother passed away, you were brought to us. I never heard one word from your uncle until last week.” Noah needed to know the whole truth, except it was hard to explain to a kid his age that someone isn’t a good role model, especially when they were famous.
“Why did he call you? How come he didn’t just call me?”
“Because I am your father and he knew he’d have to get in touch with me to set up a time to come and visit.”
“He’s that guy from the other day, right?” Noah played with his fingers while we talked. I knew he was curious and I couldn’t blame him. Family was always the most important thing to me, so naturally he would think that this was a good thing.
“Yeah. He’s that guy.”
“He looks weird.”
He’d only seen him clothed. After looking at Savanna’s magazines, I was even afraid of what he may have under cover.
“He lives a different kind of lifestyle than we do. Your uncle is into music. He’s in a band.” Right away I saw Noah’s eye light up. This news excited him and I could feel the pull of losing him starting to take place.
“Is he on the radio? Is he famous?” My son was now leaning into the table, hanging on my every word.
“Yes.”
He ran over and grabbed his IPod. “What does he sing? I need to download the songs to my playlist.
Savanna and I looked at each other and I could tell she was starting to freak out. “Your uncle is in a grown up band. They are uncensored and it isn’t appropriate for someone your age.” She explained it exactly how she should have.
Noah got an agitated look on his face. He tossed his IPod on the table. “Forget it then!”
“Don’t treat your belongings like that, Noah. We will not buy you a new one if you break it!” I wasn’t taking his attitude because he couldn’t do something that he wanted.
“It’s not fair!”
“How about you meet your uncle tonight and spend some time with him? I’m sure he will be willing to sign things, so that you can share them with your friends.” It was all I could think to offer him. Dealing with someone his age wasn’t exactly easy. They wanted to act like they were grown up, but had no idea how to do it properly.
“Does he live in a mansion? I bet he has a tennis court. Will his band be here for dinner too?”
“Go get your chores done and you can ask him all about it when he gets here.” Savanna had finally had enough of Noah’s excitement. I was clenching my jaw the whole time myself, so I couldn’t imagine how frustrated she was.
We watched Noah run out of the kitchen before we said anything to each other. I reached my arm around my wife and kissed her cheek. “It’s goin’ to be fine, darlin’.”
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