I leaned forward and rested my forearms on my thighs. “Very protective. If I let you take her out, you and I must reach an agreement first.”
He swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“Whatever you do to her, with her, or for her, I want you to stop and think about it before you do it. Ask yourself this: If Mr. Wallace found out exactly what I did, would he be a happy man, or would he be an angry man. If the answer is angry, I want you to reconsider doing it. If the answer is happy, proceed, but with caution. Is that understood?”
He sighed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t make me angry, Richard. No one here wants that, especially you.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
“You’re aware she’s taken 12 years of Taekwondo, aren’t you?”
“I’m aware. Yes, Sir.”
“You don’t want to make her mad either,” I said.
“I won’t disappoint either of you.”
I stood and extended my hand.
He stood, grinned, and shook my hand. “Thank you, Sir.”
“That’s it?” P-Nut asked.
I turned up my palms. “That’s it.”
“Bullshit,” P-Nut said.
Before I could object, he came around the corner of the loveseat and shot Richard a laser sharp glare. “Sit down!”
Richard fell into the seat as if he’d been shot.
P-Nut folded his arms across his chest, lowered his chin, and looked down his nose at the kid. “I’m her fucking uncle,” he said through his teeth. “Wanna guess what they call me?”
Richard’s Adam’s apple rose, and then fell. An inaudible what puffed from his lips.
“P-Nut. The ‘P’ is for Percy, and the ‘Nut’ is because I’m fucking nuts. You so much as touch that girl inappropriately, and I hear about it? If you even kiss her on the porch, you’re fucked, son. You don’t want to piss me off, cause if you do…” He tilted his head toward me. “He’ll be the least of your worries. Catch my drift?”
Richard nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Sir? Did I say my name was ‘Sir’?”
“No, P-Nut.”
“One kiss on the porch, or if one fucking hair on her head is out of place--”
Eddie’s bedroom door opened.
“P-Nut!” she shouted.
P-Nut spun around. An oh shit look covered his face.
“Stop it,” she barked.
P-Nut looked at her, and then shot Richard a glare. “I meant what I said,” he whispered.
Eddie looked at P-Nut and then at me. “What are you two doing? I could hear the cussing in my room.”
I shrugged. “I asked him a few questions. P-Nut wanted to say something before you guys left, and things got a little out of hand.”
Her eyes went wide. “We get to go? Tonight?”
“Do you have any questions for him, Sandy?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Have fun.”
“But not too much,” P-Nut said.
“Hold up. Before you go…” I reached for my wallet, opened it, and pulled out a $100 bill. “This one’s on me.”
He shook his head. “Mr. Wallace, I can’t--”
“You can. Just this once.”
“Thank you, but I can’t. I wouldn’t be much of a man if I did.”
“Just take it.”
“No, Sir. I will not. I’m sorry if you find it offensive, but I find it equally offensive to take it.”
Impressive.
“What time will you have her home?”
“Midnight?” he squeaked.
Eddie looked at me with hopeful eyes.
“12:30, and if it’s a minute later, you’ll not take her out again until she’s 18.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Sandy grinned.
P-Nut glared.
I let out a sigh. “Have a good time.”
On her way to the door, Eddie glanced over her shoulder and mouthed the words thank you.
I waved and tried to hide my fear with a smile, but doubted I was a complete success. When the door closed behind them, I walked to where Sandy was sitting and collapsed onto the loveseat beside her.
She set her book to the side, rested her head on my shoulder, and forced her hand between my legs.
With my thigh cupped gently in her hand, she snuggled up against me. “She’ll be just fine.”
“I sure hope so.”
“She will,” she said.
“I hope you’re right.”
“We talked for an hour when I helped her with her makeup.”
I sat up and looked at her. “About what?”
She snuggled against me again. “Girl stuff. She’ll be fine.”
I closed my eyes and allowed Sandy to melt into me while Patrick Sweany’s Your Man played.
After a few songs, Sandy’s weight became heavy. Then, her breathing became soft and predictable. I opened my eyes, glanced at her, and smiled. Across the room, on the edge of the couch, P-Nut sat, snoring like a broken buzz saw.
We were all exhausted from the move, Sandy more so than anyone, and rightfully so.
Filled with concern, I allowed the music to fill me. Oddly, my worries weren’t limited to Eddie being on her first date.
I was equally worried about the development of my relationship with Sandy, and of our new baby’s health.
Only time would tell if my concerns were without merit, and the one of the best ways I knew to pass time was to sleep.
So, with Sandy and one of my babies in my arms, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter One Hundred Forty-Two
Sandy
The first date was the most amazing day in my life, according to Eddie. Richard brought her home at 11:45, and when she got there, she stayed up until 1:00 telling Smokey and me about what a great time she had. Richard sounded like a very well-mannered young man, and hearing firsthand how polite and courteous he was did nothing but give peace of mind to both of us.
She was now on date number two with him, and P-Nut sat this one out, which left Smokey and me at home alone. It was our first unaccompanied night together since I moved in, and I was slightly anxious about how it might go.
He sat in his chair, and I sat on the spot I’d claimed on the loveseat, and we were trying to decide what to do with our idle time.
“Pee Bee and Tegan play Scrabble all the time,” he said.
“Scrabble?”
“They say it’s relaxing, and it sounds like it’s pretty funny sometimes.
“I’d play Scrabble.”
“I don’t have it. I’ll add it to the grocery list.”
It was odd having Smokey do the grocery shopping, but it was something he did, and seemed to enjoy. I hoped, in time, that we could go together.
A song I didn’t recognize was playing softly in the background. After trying for a moment to listen to the lyrics, I looked at him and grinned a slight smile. “I like listening to the music.”
“Can’t live without it.”
“Why is that?”
“It’s relaxing. Music is like soap and water for the soul. I get home from a long day of riding, and I take a shower. If my hands get dirty out in the yard, I wash ‘em. What do we do to clean our insides, though? Nothing. I listen to music. Every song takes me somewhere different.” He glanced around the living room and nodded. “I like it.”
“I like it, too. What song is this?”
“It’s The Record Company. The song is On the Move.”
It was a bluesy song with a good beat and a cool harmonica solo. I imagined him fucking me while it played in the background, and got uncomfortably horny at the thought.
“Do you know the names of them all?”
“Most of them.”
Since I got pregnant, we hadn’t had sex. Being near Smokey for any length of time and not wanting to fuck him was impossible. Considering how caring he’d been, and how many times he’d snuck in an unsuspecting kiss, I couldn’t help but wonder why we hadn’t fucked since t
rying to make things work out.
I set my book on the coffee table. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Immersed in the music, he sat in his chair in a trance-like state and nodded lightly.
I went to the bedroom and got undressed. I chose a plaid skirt, knee-high socks, my Chucks, and a white button down shirt, then got dressed. Feeling good about my decision, I dug through my dresser drawer, found my black horn-rimmed glasses, and put them on.
I got to the door, peered into the living room, and noticed Smokey had gone into the kitchen. After a quick reconsideration, I changed my plans, ditched my panties, and tiptoed into the living room.
“Need anything while I’m in here?” he shouted.
“No, thank you.”
His focus was on the small can of almonds he was carrying, and he didn’t even notice me. He sat in his chair, poured a few almonds into his palm, and set the can aside.
“You know, these little fuckers are really good for you. They’ve got…” He looked up. “Jesus.”
“What?”
He swallowed heavily. “Goin’ somewhere?”
“Nope.”
“Oh.” He tossed a few of the almonds into his mouth. “What uhhm. Why’d you change?”
I shrugged. “I got tired of the sweats and tee shirt.”
He swallowed again.
I turned toward him and wagged my knees back and forth, slowly.
“I didn’t realize you wore glasses.”
“I don’t.”
He set the remaining almonds beside the tin and wiped his hand on the thigh of his jeans. “You are.”
Using the tip of my index finger, I pushed them up the bridge of my nose. “I just put ‘em on when I want to get noticed.”
His eyes fell to my feet, then slowly took in every inch of my outfit. He crossed his legs. “What. What about the uhhm.” He motioned toward the floor. “What about the socks?”
“They keep my legs warm.”
“Are you cold?”
I wagged my knees again, once. “No but I will be.”
He fixed his gaze on my nether region, uncrossed his legs and then crossed them again. “Why?”
“When I take off the skirt. My little butt might get cold. The socks will keep my legs warm.”
“You uhhm. You plannin’ on taking it off, are you?”
I slid the glasses down to the tip of my nose, and peered at him over the top of the frames. “I think I might. There’s one good thing about taking it off, though.”
He let out an audible breath, then swallowed again. “What’s that?”
“I won’t have to take off my panties.”
He nodded, but it seemed unintentional. Seeing him dressed in his jeans and a wife beater, yet acting so uncomfortable, was rewarding.
And torturous.
“You gonna. You uhhm. You plannin’ on leaving them on?” he stammered. “The uhh. The panties?”
Feigning innocence, I pointed toward the bedroom door and wiggled my index finger. “On my way out here. I dropped them on accident. They’re on the floor over there.”
I crossed my legs, and then uncrossed them, lifting my left leg high enough that he should have been able to see my pussy when I did it.
I was soaked, and wondered if he was as excited as I was. If nothing else, he was terribly uncomfortable, and I was enjoying it.
“The shoes are uhhm. They’re cute.”
I extended my left leg straight, spread my legs wide, and pointed my foot toward him. “I can get good traction with them.”
“Traction?”
I stood, turned toward the loveseat, and bent over.
A heavy sigh shot from his lungs.
I tilted my head to the side, looked at him, and spread my feet wide, stomping them in place onto the hardwood floor. “When I’m getting fucked from behind. They let me stay in one place, and not slide around.”
“Jesus.”
“What?”
He uncrossed his legs and stood.
Every inch of the outline of his cock was visible through his faded jeans, and it was as hard as a rock.
I stood, turned toward him, and swallowed heavily.
I covered my mouth with my fingertips and twisted my hips back and forth. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
I lowered myself to my knees, pushed my glasses up my nose, and held out my hands. “Let me see if I can fix that for you. I know a trick.”
He took a few steps toward me. “A trick.”
I nodded. “Uh huh. Get it out, and I’ll show you.”
I was surprised there wasn’t a puddle on the floor beneath me. I was soaking wet, and felt like I was going to burst into flames. Inches from my grasp, the sexiest man on earth was walking in my direction, and he had a raging stiffy so big it was intimidating.
He stepped in front of me, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants.
His cock rose to attention, then twitched.
I put my hand against my cheek, tilted my head to the side, and acted slightly confused. “If I remember right, you’re going to need to put it in my mouth and let me suck on it for a while.”
I looked up.
His arms were folded in front of his massive chest. He met my gaze. “If you think it’ll work.”
“It works best if you talk dirty while I’m doing it.”
“Does it?”
I nodded. “Filthy.”
I loved dirty talk, and although most women would probably disagree with my taste in sexual banter, the nastier it was the more turned on I got. For me, having my man call me a dirty little whore during the throes of passion was a huge turn on.
But, it only worked with the right guy at the right time.
There was no doubt Smokey was the right guy.
And, the juices that were running along my inner thigh were proof enough that it was the right time.
“How filthy?” he asked.
“I just love being talked dirty to.” I glanced at his twitching cock, and then met his downward gaze. “The filthier, the better.”
He stroked his hand along the thick shaft. “Put my cock in your mouth.”
I cocked my head to the side. “That’s not even close.”
“Suck my cock,” he growled.
Obviously, he needed a little encouragement, so I took a chance. A big chance. “Make me,” I said. “Or you can go sit your pussy ass down on the couch and whack off.”
He grabbed my head in his hands, forced his cock into my mouth, and began to fuck my face like he was ridding himself of a lifetime of anger. “Suck that cock, you mouthy little slut.”
My eyes fell closed, and I eagerly accepted every inch of him into my throat. With each thrust of his hips, he barked out another verbal expression of his deepest desires.
Me?
I was in cock heaven.
With the tip of his dick filling my throat and his hips plastered against my face, breathing wasn’t easy. I loved every fucking minute of it.
While I struggled to survive on what little oxygen was in my lungs, continuing all the while to be the little whore that I knew he deserved, he fucked my face it was all that mattered to him. I hoped, at least for that moment, that it was all that mattered to him.
When I reached a point that I could take it any longer, I pushed against him and turned my head to the side.
I sucked in a quick breath, hoping he wouldn’t give me much time to recover.
He sure didn’t.
“I said suck that cock.” He guided it past my lips, into my mouth, and commenced to pound himself into my willing throat.
For me, sucking a cock was a much-needed prerequisite to sex. I was already soaking wet before we started, but having a cock against my face made me horny down to my core.
Having Smokey’s stiff shaft forced into my mouth was doing a wonderful job of prepping me for a full night of crazy sex, and I was loving every thick inch of it.
And
we were just getting started.
As his scent filled my nostrils, he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth with long strokes. With each rearward motion of his hips, he was cautious enough not to allow me to gasp another breath before he pushed it deep into my throat again.
Confused, exhausted, and horny as fuck, I allowed it to continue for as long as I could.
“Gag on that big dick,” he growled. “And get those big titties out and squeeze ‘em.”
As soon as I realized what he’d said, I fumbled to unbutton my top.
“Listen to me, you dirty little slut.” His hand gripped my neck. “I told you to squeeze those big titties.”
Oh God.
Yes.
With my neck clenched firmly in his hand, he forced his hips against my face, and then ripped my top open. As the buttons scattered across the floor, I yanked my bra down and immediately began fumbling with my hard nipples.
With my head reeling from lack of oxygen, and my pussy on fire, I squeezed my nipples and pulled on my titties.
I was on the verge of a sexual meltdown.
He pulled himself from my mouth.
I gulped a breath, and then another.
I looked up.
He must have seen it in my eyes.
With his eyes locked on mine and the web of his hand beneath my chin, he lifted me to my feet.
My face was sloppy from his assault of my mouth.
He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me savagely.
Oh, God.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
His mouth was mashed against mine. Our tongues intertwined.
He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. “Bend over and show me that little pussy.”
Telling his blue eyes no would have been impossible. When it came to Smokey, however, I was afraid the word no would never pass my lips.
My head was spinning. I stumbled to the edge of the couch, hiked my skirt over my hips and spread my feet wide.
“Take it,” I breathed. “It’s yours.”
The pressure of his fingers being shoved inside me caused me to gulp a breath.
“God damned right it is,” he said. “My pussy.”
My eyes fell closed at the thought of him taking possession of me. “Yours.”
He worked his fingers in and out of my wetness, the palm of his hand tapping my swollen nub with each stroke.
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