This dinner has enlightened me.
Trey slams my Jeep door shut at the same time I get out, and we walk over to Chloe’s house from my drive. He asked to ride with me after pizza. It’s unfortunate the people in this town label kids like him as delinquents without knowing their stories. Trey isn’t trouble. He’s a kid who needs direction and a good role model, and I’m up for helping anyone I can.
“Dude,” he says next to me. He’s a teenager and already nearly six feet tall. “You’d better be coming over and hanging out with us tonight.”
We walk up the porch steps where Chloe is jamming her key into the front door lock while Gloria stands next to her, holding a doll sporting ratty hair.
“I’m not sure about that, buddy,” I answer. I have no problem with coming over uninvited when it’s just Chloe home but not when the kids are over.
“Come on,” Trey argues with a face full of determination. “I have the best Netflix watch list. Plus, it’s not like you old folks have anything better to do on a Friday night. You’re going to go home, get rid of the corns on your feet, and then clean your dentures.”
Trey is a little smart-ass.
He reminds me of myself at his age.
Chloe helps Gloria inside the house and starts flipping on lights when we walk in. “Hey now,” she calls out to Trey, “we are not that old.”
“You two are freaking ancient,” Trey continues before glancing at me. “There’s no way you’re going to bed this early.”
I peer over at Chloe and wait for her permission. Yes, fucking wait for her permission like I’m the same age as Trey.
“Yes, Kyle, you don’t want them to think we’re too old,” she replies in a playful tone. “Let’s show these youngins that we can totally hang.”
“Never say totally hang again,” I say, winking. “You’re already making us look old.”
Trey slaps me on the back. “I’ll be on popcorn duty. Kyle, make yourself comfortable!”
Gloria plops down on the couch and situates her baby next to her. “The Grinch!” she squeals. “I want to watch The Grinch!”
I sit down in an abandoned chair across from her. “The Grinch?” I question. “It’s October.”
“Gloria requests to watch it every day of the year,” Chloe says around a sigh. “Netflix won’t take it down.” She sits down and starts carefully unbraiding Gloria’s hair. “It’s your bedtime, honey. How about we put your pajamas on, and I’ll read The Grinch to you before bed?”
“Okay!” Gloria says with excitement. “Can I wear my princess pajamas?”
“Of course.” Chloe peeks over at me. “Let me get her situated for bed. I’ll be back.”
I nod. “Take your time.”
I’ve never seen this side of Chloe. I’ve seen the competitive, pissed off side of her. All she cared about was her grades in high school, so they called her the ice queen. She went to one school dance—the one with me. She didn’t attend field trips, parties, games—anything. From the looks of it, she had no social life. Also, from the looks of it now, she still doesn’t.
Trey returns with drinks and a large bowl of popcorn. “Here, dude.” He tosses me a can of Coke. “This cool?”
I pop open the tab. “Sure is.”
He takes Gloria’s abandoned seat. “Aunt Chloe’s ex was a Coke drinker, too, which I liked.”
I raise a brow. Not sure why the kid is bringing up Kent the Buzzkill.
“Dude, you’re way cooler than him,” he quickly adds, as if reading my annoyance. “What I meant was, I like hanging out with someone who can have a good time without drinking beer and getting wasted—like all my mom’s boyfriends do. I’ve drunk beer a few times. It tastes like cow piss.” He peers at the hallway, making sure Chloe isn’t within earshot. “Now, vodka, on the other hand …”
Shit. How do I tell this kid not to drink vodka when I was chugging the shit in high school? Fuck, I am not ready to be a dad yet. But, as a cop, I’ve given the same speech numerous times. Bonging a few beers didn’t affect me when I was younger, but I can’t say the same for others.
“This is much more satisfying than alcohol, I promise. Not to mention, safer.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “You have to say that as a grown-up and cop.”
I lean back in my chair. “I’m not trying to be a dick, but look at your mother’s boyfriends. Are they who you want to be like?”
He points his Coke to me and grins. “Good point.”
I hold up my can in a cheers gesture.
He props his feet up onto the coffee table. “Thanks for coming to my game tonight.”
“No problem. I had fun. Thanks for inviting me and letting me crash your pizza party.”
“Crash our parties anytime, dude.”
He pulls his phone from his pocket when it rings. “Shit,” he whispers under his breath when he glances at the screen.
“What?” I mean, watch your mouth.
All playfulness is gone. “It’s my mom.”
He hits the Ignore button and shoves it back into his pocket. Can’t say I blame the guy.
What seems like a minute later, Chloe returns to the living room with a ringing phone in her hand.
“Let me guess,” Trey huffs out. “It’s her.”
Chloe’s smile is gone. “I’m sorry, buddy,” she replies with a strained voice.
“Ignore it, like I did,” he replies.
Her face falls. “We both know what happens when I do that.” She repeatedly shakes her head while moving out of the room and heading back down the hallway.
“What happens?” I ask Trey when she’s gone.
He scrubs his hand over his chin, debating on whether to tell me. “Mom shows up here with her boyfriend of the week, and it ends up turning into some big drama-fest.”
“Ah. No one likes drama-fests.”
He uneasily glances around. “I hate her.”
I wince. Damn. “Now, that’s harsh.”
He shrugs. “Maybe it is, but I do.”
“I understand, but parents make mistakes, and eventually, maybe she’ll learn from them.”
“No, she won’t.” His voice is tense.
The little guy hates his mother. Even though my relationship with my father is strained, I love my parents. I have a good fucking mother who’d do anything for her children, whose world is wrapped around her children. It saddens me that he doesn’t.
“Sorry, guys, but your mom wants you to come home,” Chloe says, coming back into the room.
“Seriously?” Trey groans. “We just got here, and it’s not a school night.”
“I tried explaining, but she said she had plans for you in the morning,” Chloe answers.
Trey rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right. Plans for us to make her and her boyfriend breakfast.” His breathing shakes. “No. She chose not to go to dinner. Tell her we’re staying here tonight.”
Chloe looks at him in devastation. “I’m sorry, buddy. I tried. Now, grab your bag. Maybe I can pick you up tomorrow and we can do something, okay?”
She turns around, walks down the hall, and returns with Gloria in her arms.
“I’ll drive you,” I say, jumping up from the couch.
She shakes her head. “You don’t need to do that.”
I start following them outside. “I want to.”
She sighs. “It will be a pain in the butt to move the car seat.”
“Then, we’ll take your car.” I wink. “It won’t be the first time I’ve driven it.”
She shuts her eyes and sighs, as if she’s lost all energy to carry on our conversation. “Fine, but I’ll drive since I know where it is. You can ride passenger.”
Her giving in so easily surprises me. “Works for me.”
The four of us load into the car, and everyone is quiet as she makes her way out of town. I’ve answered police calls in this neighborhood plenty of times. Sadly, it’s where most of our crime comes from—the outskirts of Blue Beech.
Chloe park
s in front of a run-down brown trailer, unbuckles her seat belt, and then glances at me. “I need to go in and make sure everything is okay.”
“What do you mean, make sure everything is okay?” I ask before she gets out.
“She needs to go in and make sure Mom isn’t drunk, or it’s an unsafe situation for us to be in,” Trey answers for her.
She looks back and gives him a look, saying he shouldn’t have said that.
I clutch my door handle. “Let me come with you.”
She grabs my shoulder to stop me. “Definitely not a good idea. It’d make things worse. Stay here. I’ll be back.”
I don’t settle in my seat. “The fact that the three of you could possibly walk into an unsafe situation makes me uncomfortable, and there’s no way I can sit here. I’ll stand on the porch, out of the way. No one will even know I’m there.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but her phone starts ringing. I see Claudia’s name on the screen.
“Fine,” she says with a groan.
She helps Gloria out of her car seat while I grab her bag, and we walk up the creaky porch steps. I hand Trey Gloria’s bag, and a whiff of cigarette smoke and mold hits me when they open the door. I stand out of view and watch through the torn blinds. Claudia is sitting on the couch with a cigarette in her hand, talking to Chloe about needing money for food. Roger is spread out next to her with a beer in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. Claudia must be too dumb to realize that asking for food money when there’s an open pizza box in front of him isn’t helping her case.
“You’ve tapped me out this month,” Chloe says with a stressed breath.
“Don’t act like you’ve forgotten who took care of you when Mom didn’t,” Claudia snaps.
“I took care of myself, but thank you for the reminder,” Chloe replies.
Claudia puts out her cigarette while Trey helps Gloria out of her coat. “When will you have it then?”
“I will go buy you groceries in the morning,” Chloe says.
“I like doing it myself. You buy too much healthy stuff for our liking.”
“I’ll drop off groceries tomorrow, Claudia. I’m not arguing with you tonight.” Chloe kisses Gloria and then Trey on their heads. “Good night, guys. Call if you need anything.”
“They won’t need anything, Chloe! I’m their mother. If they do, they can ask me,” Claudia shouts to her back.
Chloe nods and walks out the door.
I rest my hand on her back as we walk down the steps to the car. I get into the driver’s side while she takes passenger. She doesn’t fight it. I see the defeat in her eyes.
I blow out a breath as I pull out of the neighborhood. “Chloe, I don’t know how you do it.”
She peeks over at me. “Do what?”
“Deal with her.”
“I do it for the kids. Not her.”
“I’m surprised she didn’t let them stay. She seemed like she didn’t want to spend another minute with them at the game.”
“Trust me; it wasn’t her wanting to spend time with them.”
“What do you mean?”
“When she called, she asked me to borrow a few hundred dollars. I told her I didn’t have it. She demanded I bring the children home, or she was calling the cops.”
Wow. The nerve of her sister. “Babe, in case you haven’t realized it, I am the cops. Did you tell her there was already one there?”
She gives me a look. “I don’t want to drag you or any other law enforcement into my family’s drama. Not to mention, people talk. She already causes enough problems for me, just being her. There doesn’t need to be record of endless police visits to my house.”
“Maybe you should take her to court and fight for custody.”
“I’ve tried, but there’s nothing I can do. She’s passing drug tests. I have no power, and if I take it too far, the kids might end up in foster care before the process of adoption goes through. If I’m even able to adopt them. It’s complicated. The system wants to keep children with their parents. Claudia uses it to her advantage with me.”
“You ever walked into something you’d refer to as an unsafe situation with Claudia before?”
“A few times, yes.”
“And?”
She fiddles with a ring on her finger. “I threatened to call the cops if she didn’t let me leave with the kids. Claudia is not a fan of the police,” she says, glancing over at me.
I grip the steering wheel. “Shocker.”
“Big time.”
“I need you to make me a promise.” It’s dark in the car, so I can’t see the expression on her face.
“What’s that?”
“Anytime you go over there, to make sure the kids or you aren’t walking into a dangerous setting, you call me to come with you.”
“I’m a big girl, Kyle,” she replies with a thick voice.
“I’m well aware that you’re strong as fuck, Chloe, but you’re not invincible. Neither are those children.”
“Okay.”
I briefly scope her out. “Okay, what?”
“I’ll call you before visiting any seedy trailers.”
Her giving in without another argument surprises me.
When we get back to her house, I follow her into the kitchen where she grabs us a few waters from the fridge and then leads me back into the living room. I sit down next to her on the couch, and she tucks her feet underneath her ass, slightly facing me.
“If you also don’t mind me asking, where’s their father?” I ask, grabbing some popcorn from the bowl Trey brought out earlier.
Chloe shrugs. “They have different ones, and to be honest, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know who they are or where they are?”
“Last I heard, Gloria’s was in prison, and Trey’s was a deadbeat asshole who chose not to be in his life.” She rolls her eyes. “Exactly my sister’s type.”
“Has it always been this way? Her running to you every time she needs something? Being neglectful and expecting you to fix the problem?”
“For as long as I can remember.”
I rest my arm on the back of the couch and study her. “If you ever need help with them, let me know.”
She gives me a small smile. “They’d probably enjoy it, to be honest.” She takes a long drink of water and rubs at her bottom lip. “Trey likes you, and I think you’d be a good influence on him.”
I smirk arrogantly. “What’s there not to like, babe?”
She shoves my chest.
“Maybe I’ll ask him to put a good word in for me with his aunt.”
“Hmm … you might already be putting in a good word for yourself,” she whispers.
Surprising me again, she straddles my lap and circles her arms around my neck. I shut my eyes as she slightly grinds against me, her core rubbing against my now-growing cock.
I smile and run my fingers over the slit between her lips. “You know, I’ve realized something.”
“What’s that, Officer?”
I massage her breasts over her top, moving in a circular motion. “You haven’t introduced me to your bed.” I drag my fingers through her soft hair. “It seems unfair since you’ve become so familiar with mine.”
My cock throbs when she slides off my lap and holds out her hand.
“Let me introduce you to it then.”
My attention stays plastered to her ass, and I’m surprised I don’t run into a wall as she leads me to her bedroom. The room brightens with the switch of the light, and she wastes no time before undressing. Chloe needs this tonight—needs to forget, to let loose, to be free of her problems.
What better way to make her feel good than with my fingers, my tongue, my cock?
I open my mouth to disclose all the dirty things I’ll be doing to her body tonight when a thought pops into my head. Yes. Instead of my original plan of throwing her on the bed and devouring her pussy, I head to her nightstand while she stands, watching me.
She stops mid-uns
nap of her bra. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing. Proceed as you were,” I answer with a grin, my attention staying on the drawer. I push away panties and bras until I find what I’m looking for. Her face reddens when I turn around and hold up her vibrator. “I want you to show me how you use this, Chloe.”
She stands frozen, catching her breath, as the blush on her face grows redder. “What?” The word stutters from her plump lips.
I hold out the vibrator to her. “Show me what you like.”
Her mouth falls open, and she rakes a hand through her hair. As she moves, her bra falls to the floor, and I lick my lips at the sight of her perfect breasts. I want to suck on them, suck on her, fuck her, but the urge to watch her play with herself overrides all those cravings—for the time being.
I inch forward, and she shivers when I run my hand over her hip.
“Chloe, I never want you to feel uncomfortable with me. I’ll never judge you for what you like and don’t like in the bedroom.” I turn the vibrator on, rub it up her stomach, and then lower it to her core, running it over her panties. “If you want to show me, I’d love it. If not, we can do anything else you want.”
I use my free hand to cup her breast, sliding my tongue against her perky nipple before wrapping my lips around it while continuing to stroke her with the vibrator. I lose my hold when she rips it from my hand and steps back. She’s hesitant as she climbs up her bed, but as she watches me stare at her with desire, her confidence builds.
Fucking yes.
“Shit, Chloe,” I say. “You are so fucking sexy, baby.”
My words give her more courage, and she slips her panties down her legs, kicking them off her feet. I grab the ottoman sitting in the corner of the room and slide it in front of the bed, taking a seat and preparing for the most spectacular show I’ll ever see.
“I’ve been dreaming of this.”
It takes me seconds to unbuckle my pants, and my hand is wrapped around my cock before they even fall to the floor. She opens her legs and puts herself on full display for me—for motherfucking me. I’m close to exploding before giving myself the first stroke. How I got lucky enough for a sight and experience like this is beyond me. She caresses her clit with the vibrator first, then her slit, and then slowly plants it inside herself. I throw my shirt off and keep my eyes glued on her.
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