I nudged her belly with my hand until she sat, then gently pushed her back with the flat of my palm to the middle of her chest.
I took advantage of my hand’s placement on her chest and swiped her nipple with the pad of my thumb as she fell backwards.
Her body bowed beautifully over the arm of the couch, putting her pussy in the perfect position for my cock.
I thrust into her in one fluid movement.
I stilled, enjoying the feeling of her speared on my cock, encasing me in her heat.
She once again took all of me, a feat not many women had been able to do.
I’d had maybe ten partners throughout my life, having mostly had long term relationships when I found someone I wanted.
And out of the ten, only two had been able to take all of me, but never the way Aspen did.
It wasn’t like Aspen was well used or anything. It was like her body was made to take my cock.
She just fit me so perfectly, her walls wrapping me up snugly and sucking my entire length in. It was like two puzzle pieces snapping together.
I pulled my hand away from her chest and latched onto both of her hips, pulling nearly all the way out before I thrust back inside.
Her breasts bounced with the suddenness of the movement, her eyes slowly closing as she lost herself in the way I was making her feel.
Her sheath tightened around me as I steadily pumped into her, not stopping until long minutes later when she finally came apart around me.
Her hot pussy rippled, slowly sucking at my cock.
I looked down and watched my cock disappear inside of her, my gut clenching when I saw how full she looked.
With two more hard thrusts, my balls drew up, and I grunted in release as I followed her.
When the last drop left me, I slowly pulled out, only then noticing that the condom was no longer where it was supposed to be, which was on my cock.
I bit my lip as I pulled the condom from inside her with one finger, making her eyes go wide when she felt it leave her.
“You’re shitting me right now, aren’t you?” She gasped, doing some weird flip over her shoulder as she came to stand at my side, staring down in horror at the condom still in my hands.
Then she looked down at her thighs where my release was dripping down her left leg.
“I’m clean!” She blurted. “I had myself checked after Danny…you know.”
I pulled her in by her hip, slamming my mouth down onto hers for a quick, hard kiss.
“I’m clean, too,” I told her. “Had to get checked to join the SWAT team. Haven’t had anybody since I left my ex a year ago.”
“What about that chick I saw you with…the one that was there the night you helped me with my TV?” She asked hesitantly.
I shook my head. “Never went further than that kiss. Dinner and a kiss goodnight.”
She pursed her lips, then her eyes caught on my side where a red, angry indention was raised up on my side.
“I think my ankle bracelet is dangerous,” she whispered, running her fingers along the lines.
I chuckled then let her go, bending down to pick up the other used condom before tossing them into the fire.
“That’s probably not the way you’re supposed to dispose of those,” she mentioned teasingly.
I shrugged.
“Make sure you write a review about that,” I ordered her.
“About your performance, or the condom’s performance?” She clarified with a little smirk.
“Both, honey. Let me know if you’d like to try anything else out.”
She bent over the box and started pulling out sex toy after sex toy.
“Oh, I’ve got lots more to try out. How much time do you have?”
Chapter 9
Bitches be sippin’.
-Coffee Cup
Aspen
“I can’t believe you had sex with him,” Naomi stuttered. “Don’t you have any shame?”
I turned my glare on her. “And if PD asked you right now if you would ride his kinky cock, you wouldn’t?”
Naomi had the decency to blush.
“I told you that in confidence,” her blush intensifying.
“And what I can’t believe is that you’ve gone so far as to enroll in school for a job that makes you want to throw up just so you could see the kinky son of a bitch,” I countered. “But, here I am, supporting you the whole way. And I don’t say a word unless you ask me to analyze something.”
Naomi giggled then, turning her face into the cushions to hide her embarrassment.
“Last shift was terrible, too,” she admitted. “It was my first shift back since the concussion, and PD watched me the whole time. He was terrified that I would get run over or something, I guess, because he never took his eyes off me.”
“Or, maybe, he finally noticed you,” I hoped, my eyes going to the road as I watched yet another truck pull into Drew’s driveway.
This time a man didn’t step out, but a woman.
“Shit,” I whispered softly. “Do you think that’s the ex-wife?”
Naomi and I watched as the woman got out of the car and stared at it for a long time before she turned in a huff. She marched up the front porch steps, purpose in her stride, as she hastily made her way to the door.
She stopped long enough to pound on the door with one dainty fist before she turned around and surveyed the area.
Her eyes scanned the houses in the neighborhood and stopped on my house.
She narrowed her eyes, then started stomping down the steps once again and heading straight for my house.
“Oh, shit,” Naomi scrambled. “Do you think she’s coming over here?”
“She can’t see us, can she?” I asked, looking behind me at the black house then back forward at the woman marching towards us.
“No,” Naomi denied. “But why is she coming over here?”
I studied the woman.
She was cute. She looked almost like me, actually.
I wasn’t that cute, though. Not like the woman hurrying toward me.
She had brown hair that stopped about mid back, blue eyes, and she was around my height as well. If someone saw the two of us together, I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked if we were sisters because we looked so similar.
Her sense of style was much better than mine, too.
Where I wore jeans (the same ones I’d had since college, ten years ago) she wore something much nicer. She was wearing black slacks, knee high boots, and a flowy red shirt that made her look like she was going to a party and wanting to impress.
When she hit my yard I really started to freak.
“Maybe she’ll slip,” Naomi said hopefully.
The woman didn’t slip.
In fact, her badass boots found traction in the snow, making it almost elegant to watch as she hurried up the steep hill to my front door.
“The least she could’ve done was use my steps,” I muttered as she walked beside the walk, marring the beautiful blanket of snow I had in my yard with her stupid boot prints.
She made it to the door and knocked, causing both of us to freeze.
She waited for thirty seconds before she knocked again, this time with her fist.
Both of us stayed where we were.
My cat, Urchin, shot past both of us like a missile, scaring the crap out of both of us.
“Jesus,” Naomi gasped. “Do you think she heard that?”
“I can hear you in there. Just open the door, you husband stealing bitch!”
My mouth dropped open and I stared at the door in surprise. “Did she just call me a husband stealing bitch?” I asked. “I imagined that, didn’t I?”
Naomi slowly shook her head.
I picked up my phone, the one I’d been staring at for two days since Drew had left my bed, and dialed the number he gave me if I ‘needed anything’ while he was gone.
I’d given mine as well, but wh
ere I wasn’t calling him because I didn’t want to come off as sounding needy, he didn’t call me because he was at work.
He’d flat out explained that he didn’t get on his phone while at work. He was a firm believer that phones shouldn’t be used as much as they were, and I couldn’t say I disagreed with him.
Now, though, I called him.
And he answered on the second ring, surprising me.
“Are you okay?” Drew asked immediately.
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes, but your wife just called me a husband stealing bitch.”
There was a long moment of silence, and then he started to curse. “I’m about five seconds away from my house. Stay put. Don’t do anything rash.”
I hurried to the door and opened it, then came face-to-face with me…only better dressed.
“Can I help you?” I asked Drew’s ex-wife.
“You can keep your hands to yourself,” she said. “And stop talking to my husband.”
I looked at my hands, then back up at her.
“I don’t know what…” I started, but she interrupted me.
“I don’t care what you do or don’t do…with yourself. You just need to keep your filthy hands on your side of the road and stay away from my man,” she hissed.
“Mom,” a girl’s voice came from behind her. “What are you doing?”
“That’s what I want to know, too,” Drew’s voice sent chills down my spine.
His voice didn’t sound unsure like the girl’s, though. His sounded pissed.
Out of habit, I bit my lip and stared at Drew staring at his ex-wife, a look of contempt written all over his face.
My eyes moved over to his daughter, and I smiled at her, even though her frown would’ve deterred lesser people.
I, however, had to deal with my younger brother.
If I could handle Jonah’s surly attitude, I could handle this girl’s.
She had nothing on Jonah.
Thankfully, Jonah wasn’t all that bad anymore.
He was actually quite a sweetheart ever since he’d found his calling in life, or so he called it.
He’d joined the Air Force and was a mechanic who worked on the fighter jets.
He also had Downy’s love and attention now, which was all he ever wanted, and was one of the reasons he acted out as a teenager.
When Jonah was younger, he did everything he could to get his brother’s attention. The moment he got Downy’s attention, everything about Jonah changed. He’s now a completely different person.
“What are you doing?” The crazy woman asked her ex-husband, and my new…something. I wasn’t sure what to call him yet.
Crazy bitch, though, had plenty of stuff to call him.
‘Asshole’ and ‘pecker head’ being two of the main ones.
She didn’t look so refined when she was calling him that.
“Umm,” I broke into the woman’s tirade. “I hate to interrupt your eloquent speech, but you’re being quite loud, and there’s a yard full of men over there listening. Not to mention your daughter really doesn’t need to be subjected to that kind of language.”
The woman snapped her head around like a weird alien like creature and hissed at me.
“Did I ask you for your opinion, homewrecker?” She growled.
I blinked, looking from her to Drew and back.
“Did I miss something, Drew?” I asked. “Did you forget to tell me you were still married?”
“Yes, he did,” the woman said, answering for Drew before he could even open his mouth. “Our divorce isn’t finalized, yet. They’re not recommending mediation.”
My mouth dropped open, and I looked at Drew.
When he didn’t answer, I started to get a really bad feeling.
Was I a homewrecker?
“Drew?” I asked.
He finally looked at me, and the worry I saw in his eyes made that bad feeling balloon into a full panic.
“You’re still married.”
He shrugged.
“Not really,” he said. “We’d have been divorced months ago if she didn’t keep dragging her heels.”
Well that definitely wasn’t the answer I’d been hoping for. Not at all, in fact.
Fucking perfect.
“Alrighty, then,” I said. “I’ll see y’all later.”
I grabbed Naomi’s hand as I turned to head back into the house, stopping when Naomi didn’t come with me.
“Naomi?” I whispered at her, tears in my eyes as well as my throat.
That caught Naomi’s attention, causing her gaze to snap away from PD, who was staring at her and not the fiasco on my front lawn.
“Shit,” she said. “Let’s go.”
She went with me, finally, smiling timidly over her shoulder at PD before she closed the door.
I went to the bathroom, and that’s when the shakes started.
“I slept with a married man!” I wailed.
***
Drew
“That was a bullshit move,” I said to Constance. “You fucking know we’re not together anymore. You’re such a bitch.”
“Dad!” Attie said in reproach. “Don’t call mom a bitch!”
“How about you come inside, darlin’,” I heard at my back.
Tai.
“Okay,” I heard my daughter’s timid voice say. “Just let me grab my phone out of my car.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked my wife once Attie made it into my house.
“I’m here to see why you bought your daughter a brand new truck. Was it because you’re trying to butter her up to meet your new bitch?” She spat.
I blinked, then moved so fast Constance didn’t even have a chance to move back before I was practically on top of her.
“You need to shut your fuckin’ mouth,” I growled. “And for once in your life think about anyone but yourself.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Think about someone but myself?” She screeched. “I’ve been thinking about nothing but you for our whole damn marriage! I finally am thinking about me, and now you’re going to fault me for it?”
“Yes,” I said. “You were thinking about yourself when you told me day in and day out how much you hated my job. Or how about when you told your dad how unhappy you were, causing him then to come to my work and ream me out for working.”
She gritted her teeth. “I love you. I still love you, even though you chose that job over me. I’m willing to take you back.”
“The problem there, is,” I started. “That. I. Don’t. Want. You. Back.”
I said it with exaggerated slowness, causing her eyes to widen at my declaration.
“You don’t mean that,” she gasped.
I was nodding before she even finished her sentence.
“And now I found someone,” I started.
“That looks very similar to me. Now, tell me again that you don’t want me back,” she said shakily.
I shook my head.
“I don’t miss you. Not even a little bit,” I informed her. “I was with her for less than two minutes, and she’s the only thing I can think about all day long. I don’t go more than an hour before I’m thinking about her. You need to back off. You need to sign the papers. I’ve given you the house. You’ve pulled Attie to your side. You’ve taken the dog. What more do you want from me?”
“You!” She screamed. “I want you!”
“Well, you can no longer have me. I’m not yours. I’m mine,” I growled, turning my back on her.
“I’m selling that truck. She has no need for one so new,” Constance said to my back.
I turned around and leveled her with my stare.
“No,” I growled. “You won’t.”
“And how exactly are you going to stop me?” She hissed.
I gave her a nasty smile.
“Because I’ll press charges against you for stealing it.”
/> With that, I walked back over to my house and was about to go in search of my daughter when something caught my eye.
Movement from the house beside mine. The one that Aspen said she’d yet to see the people who lived there.
I stared for a long moment, waiting for the movement again, but nothing happened, and my curiosity fled just as fast as it’d appeared.
Especially when my daughter came out of the house and flew into my arms.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered, hugging me tightly.
I hugged her back, bringing her into my arms and lifting her up off her feet.
“Just leave it, Sweetie,” I said gruffly. “We’ll work it out. We always do.”
Attie laughed.
“That’s what you think. She’s on a tirade.”
I looked up as the truck I’d bought for Attie peeled out of the driveway and gritted my teeth.
“When you get back home, I want you to take the keys away from your mother and don’t give them back. When you turn sixteen on Friday, that car is yours and yours only, or I’ll take it back. Understand?” I asked.
She nodded.
“But what if she takes it without asking?” She challenged.
“Then you tell me, and I’ll take care of it.”
She sighed.
“Yes, Dad.”
I put my arm around her and started walking inside, trying hard not to turn around and head back to Aspen’s.
I’d go later after I dropped Attie back off after the get together we were having with the rest of the men on the A shift.
Then I’d set her straight.
I just hoped that she’d listen.
Chapter 10
Pizza Slut
-T-shirt
Aspen
Friday - Thirteen hours later
I slammed my fingers down on the keyboard, insanely annoyed that I now had to tell how fun the product was, despite the fact that the person I’d had the fun with was a douche bag.
A knock sounded at my door, and I turned to glare at it.
“Who is it?” I yelled.
“You know damn well who it is. It’s the same person that’s been knocking at your door for the last twelve hours,” Drew growled.
I shrugged.
“Go away,” I ordered him.
Oxygen Deprived (Kilgore Fire Book 3) Page 8