He could stand it no longer and lifted me by the waist, settling me upon his cock, my pussy soaked with my own juices that would now mix with his. I began to rock from side to side gently, my tunnel massaging him as he mushroomed to fill me. He pulled up my blouse and his head ducked beneath as he began to suck my breasts. I pulled his face into me, bending to kiss his earlobes and blow into the recesses of his ears. This inflamed him, I knew that.
He pulled me hard against him, desperately trying to match inch to inch of skin between us. Just as I knew he was about to explode, I raised one leg and slid off. He protested loudly, but I slid the dish of strawberry jelly toward me. I dipped my finger and used it to paint his hard dick, then licked off the residue with lips puffed by his kisses. I let the jelly cover my cheeks and chin; a visual of his maleness marking my face. I pushed his thighs far apart and licked every part of him, front to back. He was going crazy.
He went to pull me atop him again, to finish his release, but I shook my head. “Not with all the jelly — that wouldn’t be a good idea to have inside me.” I thought he would faint with need, but he accepted my logic. Instead, I began pumping him, my fist tight around his pulsing shaft. Furiously at first, I slowed and went lighter with every passing moment until his erection had dwindled and he was left with nothing more than a sticky mess over his crotch and clothing. The jelly prevented my hand from sliding smoothly and the effect was almost like sandpaper.
“Ohhhh.” I feigned disappointment. “Hurry and shower and change. I’ll keep dinner hot for you.” There was a flash of something in his eyes I couldn’t read, but he obliged and left the room. I went to the sink and washed my pussy and then with another cloth, my breasts and face. I threw these away and went back to cooking dinner.
Worth was back in only a few minutes, his hair still wet from his hasty shower. He looked like a young boy who’d been promised candy if he ate his dinner.
“Sit down, your dinner’s finished,” I urged him.
He almost fell into the chair. I think he was hoping I was speaking with euphemisms and would finish him sexually, but I calmly pulled the roast chicken from the oven, as well as the ceramic bowl of mashed potatoes and home-cooked green beans that were warming within. He was practically salivating at the attention and coziness of our setting. Coffee was ready to go and I pulled the final triumph, an apple pie topped with French crumbles, from the warming tray and set it on a trivet on the table. His eyes lit like the child who couldn’t decide which present to open first.
“Look good?” I asked as he began to fill his plate.
“Sweetheart, this is wonderful.” He could hardly clear a word with a bit of drool at the delicious odors that permeated the room.
I let him eat a bit before I spoke. Just about two bites of everything on his plate. “Worth?” I mewled.
“Yes, sweetheart?” His senses were in hyper mode.
“Do you trust me?”
He paused with a fork just at his lips. “Trust you? Well, of course I trust you. Why wouldn’t I?” His brain was still wrapped in the sex and covered with mashed potatoes and butter from the green beans.
“I mean, trust me in every sense, without hesitation, without question?” I put to him again.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He took another huge bite. His appetite was exactly where I’d hoped. “Why all these questions?”
“Well…” I began, pushing around my food without him noticing that I’d not yet taken a single bite. “Just thinking. For example, what if I were to tell you that at this very moment, one thing is true?”
He was absently giving himself another portion of chicken. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
I laid my fork down a bit loudly and said in a very clear voice, “What if I were to tell you that one of us is a liar and I’ve put poison in that person’s food?”
My words got through his glutton haze and his eyes opened widely as they sank in. “What kind of poison?” he asked, slamming down his fork and grabbing his napkin to spit the food from his mouth. He ran to the patio door and stuck his finger down his throat, retching onto the fragrant evening grass.
I smiled to myself, left my food untouched, took Ford and went upstairs. I locked the door and slept on the bed in Ford’s room that night. Before I fell asleep, I heard Worth leave, his car spinning down the drive and onto the pavement. I’m guessing he went to the ER, but perhaps he went to her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Auggie
I’d never seen the entire interior of Worth’s family home. I would see it now, and it would become my refuge. But first, there was the matter of Mother.
She sat in a wingback chair at the far side of the living room. The light was behind her and her outline resembled that of a witch. Even Ford started to cry, although he knew nothing of witches. Unless you counted his grandmother.
“Mother,” I acknowledged her.
“Auggie,” she returned.
We were like two sumo wrestlers, circling one another to see who would make the first lunge to take the other down and who would anticipate and sidestep.
“I see you’ve brought the baby.” She made the first attempt.
“His name is Ford, if you remember. He’s named for our family.” I sidestepped.
“Was my name, once upon a time,” she tried again.
“Mother, pity won’t work. You earned your banishment.”
“So, why are you here?” She was focused and suspicious. I couldn’t blame her. I would be too.
“At Linc’s invitation. So, how does it feel to finally sit in the throne you coveted for so long?” I went for her knees.
She didn’t reply. I had her on her back.
“What do you want from me?” she asked angrily.
“Actually, I’ve come to give you something,” I told her and I sensed her distrust.
“I have everything I could want, now.” She let the statement lie there and sink in. Once again, a jab at the fact that she didn’t consider me to be worthy of her motherhood.
“You must be very proud of Linc, despite the fact that another woman raised him.” I went for her throat.
“What have you come to give me?” she asked, sidestepping.
“A chance to earn back your position in the community. I can make you acceptable in the right circles. You can resume your place.”
She laughed. It was a ragged sound, and I noticed an echo of Linc’s own sarcasm in her voice.
The room felt warm and it wasn’t the sunshine streaming through the windows. It was the heat of debate and I fought to keep my cool.
Mother was dressed in a tangerine cotton dress, sleeveless and slim-fitting. She wore a string of beads about her neck; a pseudo crown for the one that wasn’t available for her head.
I sat down, Ford on my lap. I didn’t put him down on the floor. I needed him in my arms in case a hasty retreat was called for.
“Why would you help me, of all people? You said I was the one who held you back all these years,” she speculated with derision.
“It’s not out of love, I can assure you that.” I took the honest path. “It just happens that helping you aligns with something I want more.”
“And that is?” she queried me, watching my face for a telling look.
“That is my business,” I responded, keeping the tone of my voice mysterious.
This made her smile. “Little Auggie, finally learning to keep her mouth shut and her eyes open. I wondered how long it would take,” she speculated, her sadistic comment hitting its mark.
“I had an excellent teacher,” I parried and realized we would have to stop this fencing if we were to accomplish what I’d come for.
She recognized the same thing and finally asked, “What do you want from me?”
“In all truth, I want two things. I want you to treat me like an adult and respect what I’m doing, and secondly, I want you to get to know your grandson. I will be around here a great deal and it would be appreciated if you’d help to look after him
.”
“The baby?”
“Well, of course, the baby.”
“Don’t you have a nurse?”
“Mother, this is a part of a bigger plan. I’m going to have my work cut out for me to get you back into society with even a shred of respect. It would help tremendously if you showed some sort of maternal feelings toward your only grandson. After all, you have a history of abandonment.”
She said nothing, but her lips were drawn in a hard line. I knew she was fighting her natural instinct to say something dismissive and make a dramatic exit. That might have worked when Dad was around, but here she had no audience. She finally nodded and held out her arms. “Bring him here,” she ordered me.
Overlooking her tone, I carried him to her and was amazed to see she didn’t even know how to hold him. I realized in that instant that I’d given her even more credit than she deserved. She had given up Linc because she wasn’t able to love anyone but herself. The only reason I escaped the hatchet was my dad. I was sure of it.
I had sudden reservations about allowing her to influence Ford. Indeed, he began to cry. “Take it away, take it away,” she ordered and handed him back to me as if he was a bag of feed. There have been few times in my life that I’d ever met anyone who was totally unredeemable, but she was one. Sadly, I turned and left her audience, intent upon the other aspects of my plan. I would find a nanny to look after Ford.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Worth
I had no idea why Auggie was behaving the way she was. Maybe it was some sort of hormonal response after giving birth. I made a mental note to call one of my former associates, an OB/GYN from medical school. Maybe he could shed some light on things. In the meantime, I had more imminent problems on my mind.
Linc was continuing to impersonate me. What began with the shopping spree at the men’s clothing store was now extending to bar bills all over town and even a few gambling casinos. I realized that he was probably wearing contacts to cover the give-away green eyes and if he dressed like me, could easily pass. It would only be when we were side by side that someone would suspect anything.
I visited each of my banks and had additional security added to my accounts using my fingerprint. I did the same with my electronic devices and changed passwords on everything I owned. I wouldn’t even tell Auggie about this. It would be too dangerous for her if he knew she had that information.
I thought about calling Bill and having some sort of restraining order put on Linc, but that would call attention to the entire mess, which wouldn’t help in the least.
I felt as though I was being hunted and the perimeter was closing around me. It was important not to lose my cool. He’d be able to sense this and get even more and more erratic in his behavior. So far it only involved money, and I had plenty of that. It was time for more drastic measures.
I decided to add a new counseling service at my main clinic in Louisville. It was aimed at singles who wanted to find companionship without the use of the Internet or matchmakers. It had to do with pairing their psychological radars; those subliminal markers of attraction between people. I knew this would be very popular if handled well and my office location in Louisville was perfect. There was an overwhelming number of single professionals who were ready to settle down.
I told Jessie I wanted her on hand to help and observe, then promoted it broadly. It would be a tasteful affair set up as a preliminary open lecture explaining how the program worked before letting guests mingle and try out what they learned. I also knew it would be catnip to Linc.
Auggie had been gone for several days, texting me that her dad wasn’t feeling well and she was staying with him to look after him and the farm. I didn’t look any deeper into her story because I knew Ford was safely with her and she was going through something… whatever it was, and distance might help the issue. I also didn’t need her interfering in what I was trying to set up.
It was scheduled for a Thursday evening and people began arriving two hours beforehand. I had suspected it would be popular, but this was overwhelming. As expected, Linc showed up. To mock me, he wore one of the sport coats he’d “stolen” from the men’s store using my identity. Beneath it, he wore a white shirt open at the neck. I had to admit how much he resembled me.
I kept Jessie close by and Linc was watching us, just as I’d hoped. Once the lecture broke up, I sent her to the opposite side of the room to answer questions while I stayed on my side to observe. Sure enough, within minutes, Linc was monopolizing her and she seemed to be swayed by his charm. Perhaps it was the fact that he looked so much like me but had the bad boy demeanor that women seemed to like.
I avoided watching them, not wanting to give anything away, but saw them leave from the corner of my eye before the evening had concluded. The bait had been set. I felt tremendous relief and hurried home, hoping Auggie would be there, but she was nowhere to be found.
I called her cell but there was no answer, then tried her dad’s. He said she wasn’t there and he hadn’t seen her for a couple of weeks.
Sinking into my chair, it was like a fist had closed around my throat. Where was she? Who was she with?
I decided to wait things out one more day. If she didn’t come home on Friday, I’d be free over the weekend to find her and get to the bottom of whatever was going on.
Saturday morning dawned and still no Auggie. No answer on her phone and no response to my texts. She was obviously avoiding me.
I dressed and grabbed toast on my way out. Not knowing where to start, I headed toward her dad’s to have a talk with him first. He seemed to know her mind better than anyone, and I thought he would at least be rational. As I drove, I passed by my father’s farm and felt faint when I spotted Auggie’s Escalade parked out front. I kept going, even though my heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. When I reached her dad’s farm, I pulled in and as usual, he was sitting on his patio enjoying a cup of coffee. He must have recognized the look on my face because he put down his paper and rose to shake my hand.
“I take it you found her,” he began and I nodded. “I had a strange feeling about it after you called and checked. I saw it too.”
“What’s she doing there?” I was hoarse with incredulity.
“Well,” he began, crossing his legs and sighing deeply as one does before you’re about to speculate about something you’d rather not talk about. “Her mother is there, you know.”
“Auggie hates her mother,” I reminded him, trying to be logical.
“Yes, she thinks she does,” he agreed, “but Auggie is a stubborn young woman. She will form an alliance with the devil if it gets her closer to her goal.”
“What kind of goal could she have?” I asked. “I’m really out of the loop here. I’ve been so busy, I haven’t spent much time with her and really don’t know what’s going on. She hired an assistant. Bernie – something.”
“Yes, Bernie Livingston. Nice young man. I recommended him as a matter of fact,” he elaborated. “He comes from a good family and has the right combination of skills to be a real help to her.”
“I’m glad to hear that, but I think there’s more to it than that.”
He lifted a brow. “Oh? What makes you say that?”
“He’s very, very good-looking,” I pointed out, a little surprised that I had to bring up something so obvious. There was a silence that was filled only with the buzz of bees searching the flowers that climbed the trellis next to me.
“Worth, he’s not like that,” Mr. Langford said in what sounded like an uncomfortable voice.
“Oh, that I know. I saw him at the park with his friend and it was clear that he wasn’t interested in female companionship for anything other than friendship. I still say there’s more to it than that.” I was trying to make a point.
“Such as?”
“Such as I think Auggie hired him to make me jealous.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, that damn eyebrow still raised. “Why would she
need to do that, Worth?”
“Shit,” I uttered as I realized I’d walked into my own trap. Auggie’s dad was no fool. He never interfered but waited patiently for the guilty to come to him in confession. That’s how he dispensed his wisdom and I had to admire him for not only his patience but for the inevitably good advice he had to offer.
“What is it?” he asked, patiently as I’d predicted.
“Okay. You know about this mess with Linc, right?”
He nodded.
“So, I was trying to come up with some way to get him to leave. I couldn’t defy him face to face or the law would come down on me, and consequently Auggie and everyone else involved. That includes some very unwelcomed associates from Chicago that I don’t care to meet.”
His eyes were stern, but he said nothing.
I continued on. “So, I realized that Linc was after everything he thought he’d been cheated of. In other words, everything I had. It was his birthright, but he’d been cast off and it all came to me. I know that’s why he turned wild and that makes him dangerous.”
“Go on,” he urged me.
I ran my hand through my hair in a gesture of frustration. “Sometimes I’m too smart for my own good, I know. I knew that Linc would systematically try to take everything of mine he could, or ruin it. I had to protect Auggie and Ford. Of course he couldn’t take her from me; she’s his sister. So, I had to throw out a decoy. I hired this good-looking, smart psychologist to work at my Cincinnati clinic and made sure to make a lot over her when he was looking. That’s why I let him attend the Derby party and he was at a function I held Thursday night. Linc thinks I’m having an affair with her and he went after her like a fish after a June bug. Well, it worked. They left together Thursday night. With any luck, he’ll give up on this local scheme and move up there to be with her.”
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