He glares at me. “You’re nothing but—”
“Yeah, I know. A disappointment. You want to know something? You’re a bigger disappointment as a father and quite frankly you make me sick. You let my mother down. You verbally abused her. You knew she was depressed, you knew she needed help, and you did nothing, and for that I hold you personally responsible for her death. You knew you weren’t my biological father and yet you did nothing. You sat there and watched her spiral toward her demise all because you wanted to benefit financially. Doesn’t that make you a big man? Aren’t you proud of yourself? I was going to wait until after the holidays to discuss this with you, but now that you’re here, you should plan on vacating my house by next week. Now get out of here.”
Evil spews from his eyes as he raises a fist. “You’ll regret this one day. Mark my words.”
“I seriously doubt it.”
He storms out and I stare at the empty space in front of me. Then a vision fills that space. Vivi kneels before me. “Are you okay?”
I lift her off her knees and pull her into my arms. “I am now. Your face, your presence is what I need.”
Her arms wind around me. “I’m yours. Always.”
It’s not really the place or time, but I don’t give a damn. Grabbing her cheeks, I kiss her. Then I hear Granddad clear his throat and Vivi pulls away, nervous laughter bubbling out of her.
Grand claps her hands. “It’s so nice to see such a happy ending to a bad interruption. But, Scotty, are you really going to force him to move out so soon? You know he can drag his feet if he wants to. You might be in for a battle.”
“I do know, and I was talking off the top of my pissed-off head. I really don’t care when he moves out. I’m selling the place anyway. I’d never live there with the memories I have.”
Vivi squeezes my arm, giving me her support.
“He could claim squatter’s rights or something equally ridiculous,” Grand says.
I blow that one away. “He won’t because I’d sue and he won’t want his name dragged through the mud or the press.”
Vivi sits up straight and makes a suggestion. “If you hate the house, why don’t you make him an offer to buy it?”
That idea never crossed my mind. It could be an option if he’d talk to me about it. “That sounds good in theory. The only issue I see is he already considers the house his. But I’ll try.”
Granddad wants to know if I’m prepared to go to legal battle with him.
“If that’s what it takes. I’m confident I can win.”
He agrees.
Then Grand says, “Maybe I need to pay a call on Ms. Plastic Surgery.”
Vivi busts out laughing. “What did you just say?”
“Have I not told you about her?” I ask.
“No, you’ve only told me about the Christmas dinner. Or at least that’s all I recall.”
Granddad launches into his version of her balloon lips and he embellishes it of course. “The thing is, she wasn’t bad looking before, but you ought to see her now. It’s downright scary. I told Sara after the last procedure she looked like a clown. And her bosoms look like they’re aimed in the wrong direction.”
“That’s right, dear. The left veers left, and the right veers right. We don’t know if it’s because her surgeon was bad or she insisted on such large implants,” Grand explains. But Vivi is giggling so hard she’s bouncing all over my lap. The image Grand is describing is dead-on, though.
“Vivi, she’s not exaggerating. You wouldn’t believe her boobs. And she usually wears low cut tops, so you can’t help but stare. But it’s all for the wrong reasons. They’re so abnormal looking.”
Vivi finally takes a breath. “Oh my God. The part when you said how the right veers right totally got me.”
“You need to come with me over there so you can see for yourself. You’ll never be the same again. Isn’t it true, Grand?”
“He’s right. She could set her wineglass between them, walk around the block, and wouldn’t spill a drop!” Grand says.
Vivi snorts so loud at that we all end up laughing.
After the topic of step-cunt’s boobs die down, I decide we better get back to the city. It takes about a half hour to leave, with all the goodbyes, but we finally get on the road. Traffic is light this Christmas night, and Vivi watches the snow falling as we drive. Other than the Dad incident, I can say this has been my best Christmas ever.
When we get home, Vivi says she has a surprise for me. I’m to go into the bedroom and wait on the bed. About ten minutes later she comes in wearing a robe and hands me a little box.
“Merry Christmas.”
I open the box and inside are two tickets to the Rangers game.
“This is fantastic. I love the Rangers.”
“I remembered.” She grins. “Oh, here.”
She hands me an envelope. Inside is a card that says, “Welcome to Vivi’s Massage Parlor, where she will fulfill any fantasy you may have.” I look up and she’s no longer wearing the robe. Instead, she has on a matching bra and thong. They’re deep red, but they have bits of fur trim in sexy places. And damn, the woman is hot.
“Your wish, my command, sir.”
Fuck me. My dick turned to stone the minute she got rid of the robe.
“Christ, Vivi, you’re killing me.”
“I don’t plan on doing that. Only pleasing you. So why don’t you take off your clothes.”
“I have a better idea. Take them off me yourself. Start with my pants. I want you to unzip me with your teeth.”
She grants me a naughty grin and unbuttons my fly, then bends down. Capturing the tab of my zipper, she puts it between her teeth and tugs. As soon as the thing hits bottom, my cock springs free. I want to shout, “Glory-fucking-hallelujah,” but I groan instead because my cock is already in her mouth. She goes down on me like a fine-tuned machine, taking me deep and hard. I do my best to hold back, but it’s impossible seeing her in that little Christmas getup.
“Fuck, Vivi, I’m coming.” She looks up at me with my dick in her mouth, those lips tight around it, and sucks me dry. She licks her way to my mouth where she traps me in a searing kiss. Vivi’s the first woman I could spend hours kissing. Her plump lips are so delicious, it’s hard to stop once we start. I nip at them, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh. When she moans, it makes my limp dick come back to life.
She tugs my pants off then her mouth drops back down to my balls where she licks and sucks. Nothing is left untouched. By the time she moves to my inner thighs, I’m hard as a rock again and writhing on the sheets. I’ve always known the inner thigh is an erogenous zone, but no one has ever done this to me. She moves to where my thighs join my pelvis and sucks and bites me there. I almost come unhinged. Her hand grabs my balls again and finds that spot, the ridge behind them, and presses down. This woman clearly controls me now. Her finger presses harder and slides around. Then her head dips back down and she licks me, tonguing and sucking my balls, circling and pressing that ridge, never touching my dick. I’ve never come this way before, but I think this is going to be a first. Her mouth is relentless until my back arches and I growl out an orgasm. My hand reaches for my dick, but her voice stops me.
“Mine.” Her hand finishes off the job, pumping me, milking me dry. There wasn’t much left in there, but now, I’m a limp soldier.
“Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I tried.” She leaves, only to return with a warm cloth to wipe me clean. Then she brings me some ice water.
“Mmm, that was … different,” I say.
“You didn’t like?”
“I loved it. I’ve never done that before.”
“Good.” She smiles. “Now roll on your stomach.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After I flip over, I don’t hear anything. But soon, she straddles me, and I hear the sound of a bottle opening. Then something drips on my back.
“Hmm. A massage.” Her hands work the oil into my muscles and she rubs
the kinks out of my shoulders and neck before moving down my back. She’s not bad for someone who isn’t a professional. She works her fingers into my muscles and it’s so relaxing. Even my ass cheeks are getting their share.
When I feel her dripping oil into the crack of my ass, I have a feeling things are about to get kinky. And I’m right. Those fingers of hers are everywhere—on my balls and feeling my ass. When she slides a finger inside me, I lift up.
“You need to rub me off if you’re going to do that.”
“No, not if I want you to fuck me.”
“Hmm. What happened to my wish and command?”
“You’ve already had two and I need at least one.”
“I’ll give you one.” And in one smooth motion, I flip over and tell her to sit on my face. She complies.
But when she starts to suck my dick, there’s just too much going on for her to continue. She stops and says, “I can’t concentrate on this if you’re doing that.” She pulls away and tries to move forward so she can sit on my cock.
“Not yet,” I say. I go back to licking and tasting her pussy. She seats herself on me and lets me have my turn. I tease her clit until she rides my tongue to her own ecstasy. Watching and tasting her gets my dick stirred to life again, so I have her straddle me next and ride me reverse pony style.
“Oh, what a great view. I love watching your ass when I fuck you. And I get to play with it too.” I grab her bottle of oil and have my fun with it. From the sounds of things, she’s enjoying the hell out of it. I can’t see her face, but the way her hips are flexing makes me believe I’m hitting all her spots. Then her inner muscles clench my dick, and that sets me off again. She plops down, face forward, on my thighs, and lets out a long sigh.
“That was fun.”
“I hate to tell you, but I think I ruined your little Christmas thong. The fur is a bit oily now.”
She laughs. “I probably should’ve taken it off.”
“Hell no. I’ll buy you fifty more. It was too great to see you in it. I like the way that fur teases the top of your crack.”
“That’s why I bought it. Just for you.”
I pull her on top of me and kiss her sexy mouth. “You have a mouth made for two things. Kissing and sucking my dick. Oh, and licking my balls. Where the hell did you learn that move you did?”
“You liked? I read about it online. It was on this blog I found.”
Grabbing her ass, I tell her I loved it. Then I roll on top of her. “I love you, Vivi. I don’t even know a way to tell you how much.”
“You’ve shown me, which means more than words.”
“I’m sorry you thought I was such a dickface at first.”
“Me too. Look at all the time we wasted. But we’re here now, so we need to forget about all that.”
“I want to do something special, just the two of us, for New Year’s. Maybe fly to the islands or something.”
But she looks mortified at my suggestion.
“What is it? You don’t like to fly?” I ask.
“No! That’s not it at all. I, uh, it’s just that I have a surprise for you that involves New Year’s, so we can’t go.”
“Hmm. A surprise, huh? Okay, we can go another time.”
“I have an idea. How about a shower? You and I are sufficiently oily enough to warrant one.”
“Have you seen the bed? It looks like we swam in the stuff.”
She takes a good look around and announces that we need to change the sheets. I have to agree with her. We put them in the washer before getting in the shower. As usual, the shower session turns into a sexcapade, where the hot water turns cold by the time we’re done.
As we’re getting out, I say, “Merry Christmas, Little Wolf.”
“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
Chapter 36
Vivi
It’s tricky getting everyone here for New Year’s without Prescott’s knowledge. Weston handles most of it, but I drag Prescott out of the apartment that day, telling him I’m dying to see a movie. Of course it’s a chick flick, one he has no interest in. Only I know he’ll go, because at this point he’d walk on hot coals for me and I’d do the same for him. For example, for the week in January when Joe Delvecchio’s trial will be, he said he’d clear his entire schedule just to be with me. It’s not necessary because I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been. But it’s nice knowing he’s got my back.
We go to the movie and I have to pretend it’s awesome, when it’s awful. I hide my yawns and keep checking the time on my phone. Thankfully, we got popcorn, so at least I have that to enjoy. The timing is perfect, though. When the movie gets out, unless something happened, they should all be there, waiting on us when we get home.
On the way there, I suggest stopping at one of the liquor stores for some champagne. It’s a decoy because I had the housekeeper load up when she did the weekly shopping earlier this week. We have tons of stuff for snacks too. Good thing Prescott doesn’t pay attention to what’s in his refrigerator.
We walk in the door and it’s quiet, but I told them all to wait upstairs, and then to come down after we’re home for a few minutes. We go into the kitchen to put the champagne up to chill and I ask him if he wants some water. As we’re standing there, they all run down the steps, yelling “Happy New Year!”
Prescott nearly falls on the floor and I crack up.
“What the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack!”
I bend over him since he’s resting on his knees. “Merry late Christmas.”
“This was your surprise?” he asks.
“Yeah. I wanted you to spend New Year’s with all your friends, and me too.”
He stands up and wraps his arms around me. “You’re the best.” Then he kisses me. They all clap.
Weston walks up first and we talk and then Harrison.
He starts with, “I can’t believe you’re the same Vivienne Renard.”
“Yeah. No more fat girl, huh?”
“Damn. You sure got better while the rest of us suck.”
“Hey, I don’t think this guy does.” I pull Prescott close to me. “He’s pretty damn special in my eyes.” Then everyone laughs.
Weston breaks in saying, “Speaking of Special.” And he introduces me to his wife. We talk for a little while the men do their guy thing. I immediately like her. She’s a no-nonsense kind of girl, but friendly to the point where I feel like I’ve known her forever.
“Prescott is something else. Remind me to tell you about the time I met him last New Year’s Eve.”
“I will.”
The guys shout about something, and then they try to one up each other. Special shrugs when I look at her.
“Be prepared. The next couple of days will be like this. All I can say is I’m damn glad I’m not the only woman anymore.”
“Harrison doesn’t date?”
“Weston and I think he’s seeing someone, only he’s being totally tight-lipped about it.”
“I see. Intriguing. Well, come on. Let’s get some appetizers out. If they start drinking, we need food to soak up the alcohol.”
The night goes on and everyone has a great time. Special and I let the guys catch up, but every now and then I catch Prescott eyeing me. He doesn’t drink as much as the others and they comment on it. Then they say something else.
“Hey, Scotty, where’s your bowl?” Harrison asks.
“In the bedroom, why?”
Harrison says, “Aren’t you puffing on the weed anymore?”
“I haven’t smoked much lately. Well, not since Vivi and I have been together.”
“Well, fuck me. That’s a first,” Weston says.
So Prescott was a weed smoker. I’ll be damned. I never knew. Not that it matters, but it does surprise me.
Special nudges me. “He must really care for you. He’s completely different from the last time I saw him.”
“You can say it’s mutual.”
She smiles broadly. “I’m so happy for you two. I h
ope it all works out.”
“Thanks. That means a lot. I made him work for it, though.”
The remainder of the night flies by in a blur and we ring in the New Year by watching the ball drop. The next morning everybody trickles into the kitchen, one by one, for coffee and juice. I volunteer to make breakfast, but Special steps up to help. She’s the real cook in the house.
“I didn’t invite you all up for you to cook. Now sit.”
“Hey, it’s what I do, Vivi.”
The two of us put together a huge breakfast and the rest of the meals are eaten out. The group leaves the following morning and we promise to get together again real soon.
After they’re gone, Prescott and I collapse onto the couch for a day of lazy TV.
“Best gift ever, Vivi. You don’t know how much that meant, getting together with all of them at the same time. And you seemed to hit it off with Special.”
“I really love her. She’s awesome.”
“You ought to meet her adopted son, Cody. He’s a cutie.”
“She told me stories about him and he sounds like a little charmer. I can’t wait to go down to Atlanta and visit them.”
We’re lying on the couch where Prescott lifts up to one elbow. “I need to ask you something. I’m going to see my father about the house. It’ll be very uncomfortable. Would you come with me? I totally get it if you don’t want to.”
“I’ll be with you, one hundred percent. Just name the day.”
“Tomorrow. I want to get this over with. I was going to do it this past week, but I didn’t want to ruin our holidays.”
The following afternoon, which is Sunday, we head out to Prescott’s father’s house around one. Prescott thought it would be best to take a couple of guys from the security team at Whitworth, just in case. This is more than a little scary for me. When I questioned him about it, he tried to allay my fears by explaining it was for witnesses in case his father tried to act out or do something crazy. But it sets me on edge, nonetheless. So here we are, headed out there, with two big burly guys in the front seat, as I clench Prescott’s hand in the back.
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