Dane (A Foster Family Saga #1)

by Avery Phillips

  “Goddamn it!” I shouted at the steering wheel.

  “I’ll have this taken care of, sir. I already left a message for Lamont.”

  “Shut the fuck up!”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I rested my head on the steering wheel before pushing the start button. “No, I’m sorry, Gervais. I don’t mean to take it out on you.”

  I drove him the half-hour across the city to his place, saving him the hassle of having to wait for one of my drivers to take him home. It was the weekend, and I was sick to goddamned death of doing everything by the book. I zoomed back into the city like one of the hounds from hell. Fuck Timmons and his television show. He was a damned hack, and that interview had probably saved his career. I knew Lamont would handle the aftermath of me leaving mid-interview, but if there was trouble for it, I didn’t care.

  It was this leash my dad had around my throat that was choking the life out of me. He was the reason I was making small talk with media people and posing to have my picture taken for publicity. I punched the button on the elevator up to my penthouse and glared at the metal doors until they eased open.

  My fist was still sore from punching the wall a week back, but I seriously contemplated putting a dent in the elevator wall. Instead, I slumped into a corner and tugged at my hair, feeling the weeks of frustration taking their toll. I hadn’t had a drink in God knew how long. I hadn’t felt a woman in the same length of eternity. I marched to my apartment door and manhandled the key into the lock. Slinging open the door, I entered in an angry huff. I yanked my phone out of my jacket pocket and dialed a number I had no business calling.

  Annabeth’s sultry voice spilled over the line after the first ring. “Hello, stranger.”

  “I need you.”

  “I knew you’d call eventually, but I’m busy right now.”

  “Get the fuck over here.”

  “Ooh, that’s the Dane I know! Don't ask; command. What do you have in mind?”

  “Something that doesn’t need to make it to the news.”

  “I know how to be discreet, Dane. It’s you with a penchant for making headlines. Does this mean you’ve finally come to your senses about breaking up with me?”

  “Know what? Never mind.” I started to hang up the phone. This was a mistake.

  “Wait,” she said before I could hit end. “I’ve got a few friends over. We’re having a ladies’ night. Can I bring them? Don’t worry. They all know how to keep their mouths shut, unless you want them open.” The provocative statement made my semi-hard dick spring to full erection.

  “What are you suggesting?”

  “Well, if you’re going to fuck other girls, I might as well get to join the party.”

  “This still won’t change anything, Annabeth. I’m not interested in a relationship with you. I’m seeing someone else.” I said the words and immediately felt ashamed, but Hanna was part of an elaborate sham, and what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

  “Fine,” said Annabeth, as if it didn’t matter. “We’ll be there in a few.”

  Within the hour, there were six half-naked women lounging about my apartment ready to do whatever it was I wanted. Annabeth strolled into my penthouse. “How do you like my friends? This is Vicki, Latisha, Candace, Shaunte, Beth, and Norma Jean.” I didn’t bother keeping up with names. There was Annabeth with her blond hair and multicolor streaks, a glam punk platinum blonde with an asymmetrical haircut, a slim redhead, a sexy black chick, a girl-next-door type, and an exotic Latina. Beneath jackets and coats, they wore fur-brimmed lingerie or lace or netting, in reds and blacks and blues, and all of them wore impossibly high heels. They had colorful manicures and pedicures and excellent hair and makeup, the best money could buy. I wondered what type of ladies’ nights Annabeth had been hosting.

  The girl next door fixed me a drink while Annabeth and another girl tried to figure out my sound system. I helped them pull up a selection of playlists that displayed on my curved television. Annabeth picked a mix of sultry rhythm and blues. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered. The temptation was too strong to resist. I pushed the picture of Hanna out of my head. I couldn’t touch her, but I could touch these women, and I needed to be touched.

  The curvy, thick black girl with skin the color of walnut shells tugged at her purple G-string and started to dance. I watched her work her body like a sinuous river of flesh that melted to the floor and slithered back up. She rolled her shapely hips and presented her plump derriere, while the platinum blonde clung to the back of the couch, whispering in my ear about what she wanted to do with me. The Latina watched from the club chair.

  The girl with red curls crawled across the shag rug to bury her face in my lap, and I could feel her straight white teeth nipping at my pants. I loosened the belt buckle and settled back to watch the pretty brown woman with the wavy black hair continue her seductive dance. When the redhead cupped the shaft of my cock in her hands, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. The blonde on the back of the couch dropped her voluptuous breasts in my face and let me inhale her spicy scent. When she moved, I saw the girl with chestnut hair in pigtails in the kitchen march across the room on legs long enough to slide down. She gave the drink to Annabeth and joined the dancer, the both of them coming together in a tangle of arms and hands, touching, grinding.

  Annabeth handed me the shot of vodka drizzled liberally with grenadine. I took a hardy gulp of the smooth alcohol. On an empty stomach, the buzz was immediate. She had a cherry between her teeth, and she knelt down and pressed it against my lips. I opened my mouth, felt the cherry roll inside. Annabeth smiled. I bit into the cherry and felt the delicious juice burst upon my tongue. At the same time, the woman kneeling between my legs put my heavily engorged erection in her mouth and gave it a hard, wet suck.

  My breath hitched in my chest, and I scratched down her back. She swirled her tongue around the head of my dick, leaving a silky trail of spit. “See what you’re giving up?” Annabeth pouted. I groaned and dragged her sultry lips to mine. The dancers on the dance floor went from touching to kissing. The platinum blonde on the back on the couch spilled over and presented her breasts for me to sample. I rammed my cock deep down the redhead’s throat. She took all of it. I groaned as her lips tightened and her tongue slid down the length. Annabeth leaned forward and joined me sucking the platinum blonde’s tits.

  I moaned, slurping at the breasts in my face with eagerness and hunger. I curled my tongue around a pale pink nipple and felt it pebble against my lips. Sucking it deep into my mouth, I heard the girl let out a cry of pleasure. Scintillating ripples of ecstasy spiraled through my stomach, and my thighs clenched, as my hips lifted to feel more of the redhead’s mouth. She used her hands and her lips to suck me off. Before she could finish, I pushed away her pretty little face and reached for the girl watching from the club chair. I needed to penetrate. Annabeth and the blonde came together on the couch next to us, while the redhead waited.

  The Latina lurker murmured a sexy stream of Spanish words as she climbed across my lap, lowering her slender body down my shaft until the head of my cock pressed against the apex of her tender pussy. As she slowly rose up and down on the carousel of my dick, she leaned her lithe body back so I could see the tantalizing vision of the two girls making love on the living room floor.

  I watched the girl with the pigtails spread the black girl’s legs open wider and dip her tongue to her chocolate vagina. She looked up with a sweep of her long lashes and watched the receiver’s face. The black girl’s back arched, and she moaned in a sexy way that made my cock jerk in the Latina’s tight, hot snatch. I groaned deep in my throat and clutched the rider’s hips, dragging her back down on my erection and letting her roll off.

  I could feel my pulse racing with the excitement. She curled back up to face me and put her Spanish-speaking lips to mine. I let my tongue flow against hers. Then Annabeth broke in for a kiss from her and a kiss from me. The redhead fondled my balls and put her pinky finger in the
Latina’s ass. She let out a squeal of pleasure and another exclamation of Spanish words.

  She fucked me harder, taking my cock as I thrust up into her pliant body, while Annabeth watched and encouraged. Her pussy gripped around the shaft and stroked, and I could feel her pussy tightening. I found the spot that would make her come. Pounding against her erogenous zone, I understood her when she cried out, “Damelo, papi!” Her legs began shaking, and I knew she was about to come. I continued the long, hard, deep strokes until she exploded in ecstasy over my quivering, hard cock.

  I heard the lesbian lovers get louder with their sounds of enjoyment. Feeling the copious platinum liquid of the Latina’s pussy in conjunction with their erotic sex music was about to take me over the edge. I tapped her legs and signaled for her to get up. The redhead greedily latched back on to my swinging dick, but I gently pushed her away.

  I reached for the platinum blonde. It was her turn. I positioned her on her knees on the couch, her hands gripping the back, her ass in the air. Annabeth spat into the crease of the woman’s ass, and I guided my cock to the tight little bum hole. With the help of the vixen with the red hair, Annabeth saturated the platinum blonde’s crease and my burgeoning erection with saliva. I probed and pushed until the tip of my dick slipped inside.

  I heard the black girl cry out as her climax crescendoed, while the girl with the pigtail clenched her clit in her mouth and flicked her tongue against it mercilessly. Shivering with desire, I buried my cock in the platinum blonde’s ass. She rocked on her knees, back and forth, sucking me in and releasing me.

  I felt one of the girls dart between my legs and start to eat the blonde’s pussy while I fucked her in the ass. The combination made her fire off an orgasm in no time, but I still wasn’t done. I was holding back for the grand finale. This frustration had been pent up inside for too long. I reached for the redhead, threw her onto the floor, and got on top of her. She clawed my back, dragging me closer. Those sharp teeth of hers bit into my neck. I cried out. My cock squeezed into her soaking wet pussy like re-corking a wine bottle. I rose up to see Annabeth standing over us, touching herself. I beckoned to her so she could position herself right in front of me. I ate her delectable pussy, while I pumped in and out of the redhead. She held her pussy lips open and let me suck and lick her clit. Spit dribbled down my chin and fell between the redhead’s breasts. She wiped it up with a fingertip and sucked her fingers.

  Aroused beyond belief, I used my mouth to show Annabeth my appreciation. With my dick in the vise grip of the redhead’s pussy and my face buried between the Annabeth’s legs, I felt like I was in paradise. I gasped as the first wave of my climax struck. The moan reverberated through my mouth to her pussy and made her clutch my shoulders as her orgasm unfolded. Then she stumbled out of the way, and I fell atop the redhead, racked by tremors of ecstasy. The pulsating jerks of my cock against her clit were all she needed to come.

  It was like a merry-go-round of pleasure, dizzying. The lesbians clung to each other on the floor, the girl with the pigtails getting tasted this time. The Latina sprawled sated on the couch, while the platinum blonde leisurely touched herself, swirling her fingers in her cum. Annabeth sat on the floor propped against the couch with her pussy still wet from my spit and her orgasm, and the redhead clenched my erection with her dripping wet cunt as my cock expelled steamy hot cum buried deep.

  Annabeth started to laugh, a harsh sound after the music of ecstasy. “Remember how I’d always tell you to fuck me like it’s the last time? This was it.”

  I sat in dumbfounded silence as they cleaned up behind themselves and streamed out of the penthouse, wrapped up in coats and jackets to conceal their various stages of undress. At the door, Annabeth tugged one of the girls into a passionate kiss, waved goodbye to me, and winked, and I felt surprisingly bereft. My old way of life was walking out the door.

  The best part about it was the following week, when not a single headline was about me…and Annabeth and I were over for good. The worst part about it was the guilt that persisted.

  ***

  “Congratulations on the turnaround,” Cornelius said over the phone.

  “I thought you’d be pleased, Dad,” I replied. “I can’t talk long. I’m en route to a Christmas charity event.” It was sanctioned by my media relations team, where Hanna would be meeting me for our official first public appearance. A while had passed since news of my separation from Annabeth made the society pages. It was Lamont’s opinion that the timing was right for Hanna and me to take our relationship forward.

  “I just called to wish you a happy holidays. I don’t imagine you’ll be coming for Christmas.”

  “Afraid I won’t. I have a full schedule. I’ve been seeing someone.”

  “I’m sure I’ll hear all about it from everyone else but you,” Cornelius dryly replied. “In any event, I saw the numbers for this quarter, and I wanted to tell you personally, I’m proud of you, son.”

  The words caused my heart to skip a beat, and I was momentarily rendered speechless. Cornelius filled the silence with news about Simon and Lynn’s nuptials, and I offered polite best wishes. I hung up the phone feeling blindsided by having my father’s approval. “Apparently I’m doing something right,” I muttered to myself.

  I was in high spirits when we arrived, and my heart leapt higher when I saw my delectable significant other waiting for me.

  Hanna and I entered the mall where the event was being held. The Santa’s Workshop Bust happened annually, and packages were put together for impoverished families. This year, at Lamont’s suggestion, I had contributed as a sponsor and was attending on behalf of Excelsis. Hanna looked resplendent in a snowy white dress and diamonds. “Where do you want to sit?” I whispered. We threaded through rows of foldout chairs and found a seat. There was a stage elaborately decorated to represent Santa’s Workshop, and a costumed Santa Claus sat upon a gold throne.

  The event kicked off with carolers. An announcer gave a short speech explaining the heritage of Santa’s Workshop Bust, which had begun as a way to offer gifts to families who couldn’t afford them. The announcer then began calling out the names of the lucky families that had received invitations to attend. From the thousands of applications received, hundreds were selected for delivery of a Christmas package, but a few dozen were specially chosen to receive their package at the event. Children were called up to Santa’s lap and handed gift-wrapped boxes.

  “This is lovely,” Hanna gushed. Caught up in the Christmas spirit, she was full of laughter and excitement, and it was infectious. A camera-wielding man with a press pass stopped nearby to snap a picture of us chuckling empathetically at the toddler who burst into tears on Santa’s lap. I felt like we had accomplished my goal of letting the world know we were a new happy couple, but more than crossing things off the PR list, I was having a great time.

  Hanna was a natural at drawing the right attention. After the passing out of presents, the guests were released to enjoy refreshments, and she moved with me through the crowd. She was down to earth and personable, chatting with both the givers and the receivers. She cuddled a newborn when a thankful mom noted my Excelsis nametag and stopped to thank us personally for being contributors. The moment was immortalized by another reporter who eagerly took the photograph of Hanna, with baby in arms, snuggled next to me.

  “I think it’s about over, darling. What do you say we find something to eat and call it a night,” I suggested.

  Hanna grinned and grabbed my hand, and we navigated our way out of the crowd.

  “Dane Foster? Fancy seeing you here,” said someone who stood just outside the mall exit, smoking a cigarette while she leaned against the wall. She looked vaguely familiar.

  “Do I know you?” I asked. Hanna glanced at me nervously, probably thinking we had run into an old flame, but the slender girl with the brown hair wasn’t anyone I had dated in the past.

  “Apparently not. It was nice of you to donate toys to the less fortunate. Kinda like how Annabe
th passed you around when she got tired of playing with you. Looks like someone else is taking you home. Is he yours now, hon? Something like that, right?” She cackled at her tasteless joke and flicked her cigarette butt to land at my feet. I scowled and pulled Hanna closer. Locke would be around with the car soon. I had already called him.

  “What is she talking about?” Hanna murmured. I shrugged, genuinely clueless, unless she was someone digging for tabloid dirt. I glanced back at the strange woman, who was still giggling to herself, leaning against the wall. When she caught me looking, she gathered her hair in her hands and sectioned it off, quickly plaiting it into pigtails. Immediately I recognized who she was: one of the sinful six I had slept with the night of the orgy with Annabeth.

  “You know me now?” she called behind me. “Hey, new girlfriend, I hope you like sharing!”

  The car came in sight. I had never been more grateful to see it. I hurried Hanna into the backseat and climbed in. “What was she talking about, Dane?”

  “It’s nothing,” I answered. She frowned, unconvinced. The guilt that had been gnawing at me grew bigger teeth. I winced at the look on her face. “Hanna, honestly, she was a friend of my ex-girlfriend, and I think she was just trying to stir up confusion.”

  “She has. I’m confused. Are you still seeing Annabeth?”

  “No! I told you I broke up with her.”

  “When was the last time you saw her, Dane, because that woman didn’t go through all the trouble of being bitchy for nothing.”

  “Okay, I met up briefly with Annabeth shortly after you and I started dating. It was a mistake, and I’m sorry, but I promise you nothing else came of it. I saw her that one time, and I haven’t talked to her since.” I held my breath, praying the confession wouldn’t cause a rift in our burgeoning relationship. I wasn't used to having to lie, because most of the women I dated understood sex was casual with me. I realized Hanna was smart, and she could see straight through what I had said to what I wasn’t saying, but I hoped she also saw the truth. I didn’t want Annabeth. I was with the woman I needed, and that was Hanna, all her. Annabeth couldn't possibly help my career as much as she did.