by Jessie Cooke
“No…not kill me,” she said, “or even hurt me physically, but there are some things I need to tell you and they might be related to all of this, although I’m not sure how…”
“Okay. You can tell me anything.”
She nodded. “This isn’t easy. When Wayne dropped me off at that abortion clinic that day, I didn’t go through with the abortion. I have a little boy. He’s three years old and his name is Reed.”
Chopper had not been expecting that. “You have a three-year-old boy?” he said, dumbly. It was what she’d just said; he’d heard her. She nodded, with a patient look on her face. Chopper then went even further with his stupidity and looked around the apartment and said, “Where is he?” Great, he thought. That had to look and sound like he thought she was hiding the kid in the closet. “Shit, that didn’t…I mean, I…”
She smiled sadly. “It’s okay, Chopper. Reed doesn’t live here. He lives with my parents. I have pictures of him on my phone, but not on my walls.” He looked around again; there was nothing on her walls. He hadn’t thought about it before. He’d just assumed that it had something to do with the break-in.
“Why?”
“It’s my punishment for myself,” she said. “When I think I deserve to be his mother, then I get to hang up pictures of him. Then I get bragging rights. Right now, my parents are doing what I should have been doing for the past three years and the bragging rights are all theirs, and maybe soon they will belong to my sister. She is suing for full custody of my son.”
18
Chopper was looking at Chelsea like she was crazy, and she suddenly wondered if she’d scared him off by admitting she was a deadbeat mother. She couldn’t backtrack now, though, so she went on. She told him everything, from the moment she suspected she was pregnant until the lawyer showed up at her parents’ ranch. When she stopped to take a breath he said:
“Your sister is trying to get full legal custody? I don’t understand. Why? I mean…I get that you screwed up in the past, but from what I see, you’re doing great now.”
She looked around the apartment and with an amused smile she said, “I live in a studio apartment in a rundown neighborhood. I work at a cafe where I make minimum wage and a few dollars a day in tips. I have no friends. I have no relationships. The only thing I’ve really done was stop using. It’s been three years; I’ve relapsed twice and done nothing else of note with my life. My parents are getting older, and chasing a toddler around has not been easy on them. My sister Celia has been there for them through it all, even though she lives out of state and has kids of her own. She keeps Reed in Rhode Island during her kids’ school holidays so they can all get to know each other…” Chelsea didn’t even realize she had tears running down her face until Chopper reached up and wiped one away with his thumb.
“Oh, baby.” He looked like he had no idea what to say, but there was hurt for her on his face. He pulled her into his chest and for a while she stopped talking and just cuddled into him. At last, she realized she needed to finish this and she pulled back and said:
“My parents didn’t know my sister planned on doing this until she did it. Her husband is an attorney and he drew up the papers. They met with the social worker, who told them she thought it was a good idea. Since Reed has never really lived with me, it’s not like they’d be breaking any kind of bond, was what my dad told me she said. My parents never wanted to permanently take my baby from me. They just wanted him to be safe and cared for. But I’ve proven that I’m not going to be able to provide that for him…” She hadn’t even gotten to the part about Wayne yet. Chopper had to be wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into. She’d been nothing but trouble for him so far.
“No! No. Chelsea I am living, breathing proof that where you live or how much money you have or even what your parents do for a living is not the deciding factors in how you turn out as a person. I mean, I’m in no way perfect, but I believe I am a good person and I got a good education, not despite growing up the way I did…but because of it. I adore my parents and although sometimes as a kid I thought I wanted what everyone else seemed to have, as an adult, I don’t regret one second of how I was raised. So, no…the fact that your sister might have a good job or a big house or even a husband…none of that makes her a better candidate to raise your son than you. You’re his mother. Chelsea, don’t let them convince you that you’re not good enough for your own child. Don’t let anyone convince you you’re not good enough for anything. Just knowing you has changed me…” That was as far as he got before she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her arms went up around his shoulders and she pulled his face down so that their lips met. This kiss was slower and sweeter than the last one, but no less passionate. Chelsea felt things, for the man she’d only known for two weeks, in places inside of herself that had never existed before. She was sure she was falling in love with him, but that was way too complicated to think about at the moment. Right then, she just needed to be close to him…as close as she could physically get. She pulled out of the kiss and said:
“Make love to me, Chopper.”
He smiled. “I stink.”
She laughed. “It’s not so bad.”
He laughed too. “See, you can’t even lie and say I don’t. Can I borrow your shower?”
“Can I join you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Minutes later Chelsea was in the shower and Chopper was stripping off his clothes. She had the water warming up and the music on and playing through the waterproof speaker that hung from the showerhead. She turned her back to the water and wet her hair as Chopper climbed in with her. He leaned into her so that her hard nipples pressed into his chest and she had to suck in a breath. He turned her on like nothing she’d ever experienced, but she knew a lot of that was because she’d rarely had sober sex in her life until she met him. He reached up on the shelf behind her and took down the bottle of shampoo. He squirted the sandalwood-and-citrus-infused shampoo onto one of his hands, and the fragrance mixed with the steam in the shower and filled the room. Chopper put down the shampoo bottle and brought his hands up to her hair. He began to rub the rich lather in and then used his fingers to massage her scalp. Chelsea had her eyes closed and her head tipped back. It felt so good, especially when he started running his fingers through to the tips and pulling the hair slightly. He nudged her back further underneath the spray and used his fingers to rinse the shampoo out and then suddenly he pulled her long hair so that her neck was exposed to him. His warm mouth was suddenly on her skin and seemed to be touching, licking, kissing, and sucking every sensitive spot. She was warm under the soothing water, but shivers shot through her body and goosebumps gathered on her skin.
When Chopper let go of her hair, she leaned into him, and she could feel his erection pressing into her. He held onto her and spun them around and when he was under the spray, Chelsea grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair, returning the favor. She didn’t stop there, however. She ran the lather across his broad shoulders and down along the muscles in his back. She worked the lather up more when she washed his lower back and the tight cheeks of his ass. Then she brought her hands around to the front of his body and delighted in his moans as she soaped up his abdomen and ran her hands down the trail of silky hair that led to his erection before at last wrapping her soapy hand around it and beginning to slowly stroke it.
Chopper brought his hands up to her breasts and cupped them. He held them while she stroked his hard cock and he massaged, kneaded, and tweaked the nipples. Chelsea was flexing her hips into him and letting the tip of his cock strike her body with each stroke. Her nipples were becoming tighter with each twist and tweak of his fingers, and she could feel the moisture that had nothing to do with the shower running down along the insides of her thighs. Chopper leaned down and took one of her breasts into his mouth. He began to suck and lick. He wasn’t gentle, but that was okay. It was just the way Chelsea liked it—as if his body and every touch was in tune with what she was thinking and feeling
. Her breaths were coming in heavy gasps as she stroked him harder and he scraped his teeth along the sides of her hard nipples. She felt his mouth slide down lower and regrettably, as his body went with it, his cock slid out of her hand. But in seconds he was on his knees and his tongue was on the sensitive insides of her thighs and she was back in heaven.
Chopper used one of his hands to push her legs open wider and then he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking along her quivering folds. She had to put her hands out and hold onto the wall and shower door to keep from falling as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He let the engorged button roll around on his tongue and then he’d suck on it again. Chelsea was making a lot of noise. She couldn’t help it. It felt so fucking good.
He reached up with one hand and grabbed a breast and squeezed it while he buried his tongue in her pussy. He began to move it in and out inside of her, moving it around when it was inside and then licking all the way down her slit when he pulled it out. Chelsea could feel her entire body contracting as her orgasm, the first since the last time she was with him in the barn, began to take over. She let go of the shower door and wrapped one hand up in his hair, pushing his face into her, hard, begging him not to stop, telling him she was going to come on his face. Chopper seemed to be driven by her words or the sound of her voice. He dove deeper into her soaked pussy and he sucked it like nothing she’d ever experienced before or, in her opinion, ever would again.
The orgasm was like a massive explosion that came from inside of her body and turned into hot, molten lava as soon as it hit the air. She felt the rush of juices and then Chopper’s tongue quickly lapping at the tops of her thighs and her outer lips, licking her until he had every drop. When he finished, her legs and her insides were both shaking so hard that he had to hold her with one arm while he got to his feet, and then help her step out of the shower. He reached behind her and turned off the water and then, grabbing a towel on his way out, led her out of the bathroom. She didn’t even care where they were going. She would have followed him to the very depths of hell at that moment in time.
19
Chopper got her as far as the tiny little hallway and then he couldn’t stand the ache and throbbing between his legs any longer. He moaned, loudly and desperately and then he pressed her back into the wall. They teetered sideways, and he laughed as he righted them and then he reached down and lifted one of her legs and slid his cock into her. It felt unbelievably good to be inside of her, and they both made primal sounds as water dripped off their bodies onto the floor and he began to pump his cock in and out of her sweet pussy. She’d tasted so good and now as he lowered his mouth to hers while he fucked her, it turned him on wildly to know that she was sucking on his tongue that had just been buried in all that sweetness. He shivered as he thought about the rush of warm, sticky-sweet fluid that had filled his mouth and coated the back of his throat as she came, and he groaned out her name into her mouth as she tasted it on him now. She had her hands wrapped around the back of his neck and she was flexing her hips into him as he thrust into her, giving as good as she got. Fuck! He loved fucking her.
He had to make himself stop long enough to lower her leg to the ground and turn her to finish walking her to the tiny little day bed in the corner of the main room. He tossed the towel down, but he knew it wasn’t going to do much good. They were both still soaked from head to toe…but at that moment neither of them cared. He lowered her down onto the bed and pulled her so that her butt was right on the edge. He looked into her eyes and she locked hers into his before he thrust up into her again, burying himself into her so deeply that not even air would be able to separate them.
She was gripping his shoulders as he thrust in and out of her pussy. Thrust after thrust, slamming into her over and over, pumping faster and harder. She was making crazy, loud noises and he could hear his own grunts. Every sound echoed off the bare walls of the little apartment and she knew her neighbors had to hear them, but he just didn’t care about that either. He pushed into her pussy until he hit rock bottom each time and then he would grind his hips into her. She was arched up off the bed and her fingernails were stuck so deeply into his upper back that he wasn’t sure if it was water or blood that warmly coated it.
He pushed her up further on the bed and then he climbed up after her, entering her again and pressing her legs together. She held them together like that, making it even harder for him to leave her pussy each time he pulled back, keeping him inside of her a little longer each time. She was moaning out his name. He loved the sound of it on her lips. He dipped down and licked it off them, imagining he could taste it, the sound of her voice, and it was as sweet as the rest of her. He fucked her like that until she screamed out in another orgasm and then once again, he repositioned her. This time he rolled her onto her belly and at once, she lifted that beautiful round butt in his direction. He pressed the tip of his cock against her tight little rosebud and she gasped and shivered. He dropped a hand down between her legs and let it play in the juices in her pussy, and then he brought it up and watched her open up slowly as he slipped a finger into her ass. She was gasping, and his cock was aching again. He slipped it back into her pussy and while he fucked her with his cock, he rimmed her with his finger. It wasn’t long before she was screaming out in another orgasm that seemed to rock every part of her body, and seconds later he followed her, crying out her name in a deep, raspy voice, one that was barely recognizable as his own. Fuck! She was fucking amazing, and he wanted to keep her.
After they lay there catching their breath and enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies for a while, Chopper grabbed the towel he’d brought with them, pulling it out from underneath Chelsea, and he dried them both off. He moved the towel slowly over her body, letting his hands feel every curve as he did. She was so fucking sexy. He loved the way she whimpered and mewled when he touched her and cuddled into him as deeply as she could, like she was trying to become a part of him or climb inside of him. He was almost hard again when he finished drying her off and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was again, but first, he needed to hear the rest of her story.
“So, baby, what are you planning to do, about your sister and your baby?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, in a shaky voice. It broke his heart to see her so torn up. It made him angry. “My dad said he’d talk to her. My mother actually thinks it’s a good idea. Please don’t judge her,” she said, defending the woman that seemed to be choosing one child over the other. “She loves me, and she’s gone above and beyond for me, but people can only take so much before they have to walk away to protect themselves, you know?”
“Yeah…I guess.”
“Anyways, the only reason I found out, before my sister served me with papers, was because Wayne served me first.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s been working in prison and they withhold child support from his paycheck automatically. He requested a DNA test. He’s denying that Reed is his. But in the paperwork, there was also a copy of something my sister wants him to sign, relinquishing his rights to Reed if the DNA test says he’s the father.”
Chopper wasn’t sure how to ask the next question, but with all of what had been going on, he felt like it needed to be asked. What if all of this had something to do with that? “Is Wayne his father?”
Chelsea buried her face in his side and he could feel her shaking. He knew she was crying again, silently, but the tears weren’t flowing. He held her and let her get it out and he didn’t say a word. When she was ready she said, “I don’t know. We took him for the DNA test, but it’s going to take a couple of months maybe to get the results back. Oh god, Chopper! I’m so ashamed.” She began to sob then. He shushed softly and rocked her. He wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but he was afraid she’d just think he was being patronizing. He didn’t know how much time passed, but it was a significant amount before she finally said, “Sometimes…Oh god…sometimes when Wayne let the guys he called th
e ‘upper crust’ come over and fuck me, they didn’t use protection. He let them pay extra for what he called bareback. Oh god, Chopper, it makes me sick to think about the things I did…”
“Hey, stop it, please. You were manipulated and abused. Maybe you can blame yourself for the drugs and alcohol, but not for what that bastard and those pigs did to you when you didn’t have the capacity to say no. That was not your fault and it was not okay.” She cried softly again, and he continued to hold her. He hated the idea of her being used and taken advantage that way. It made him murderous. But his mind was also trying to process the facts, and one of those facts was that her confession just opened up a whole new string of suspects. What if whoever was the father knew about the court case and the DNA test, and didn’t want the truth to come out? Wayne called them the “upper crust.” What if it was some rich guy—maybe he was married, maybe he was afraid that Chelsea was going to tell the truth. If only she could remember.
He knew he needed to call and let Dax know about all of this, but he couldn’t let go of her, not in the condition she was in. He lay there quietly, making soothing sounds occasionally and swiping his lips across the side of her face and through her silky hair, until she fell asleep. Once she was breathing heavily and evenly, he slipped out of the bed and quietly went into the bathroom and grabbed his phone. It was just after noon. She could sleep for a while before she had to go to work. He slipped on his clothes, checked on her again, and stepped out the front door. He pressed in the number and when Dax answered he said, “Hey, Dax, I think I might have a lead on what Dizzy wanted with Chelsea.”
“Great! What is it?”
“I feel like I’m betraying her confidence. This was something that was really hard for her to tell me. I’m feeling sick about even talking to you about it.”