by Emily Minton
“So easy for you, just tuck it away and the evidence is gone,” she complains.
I grab her by the waist and bite down on her earlobe. “I like that you’re going to be walking around with me dripping down those luscious thighs. My dirty little secret.”
“Animal,” she declares, pushing away and heading back in the direction of the party.
Chapter Five
Jenny
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t here to help you get ready,” Aunt Mel says as she gives me a hug. “Andrew spilled soda on his shirt as soon as we got here, a soda he wasn’t supposed to be drinking, I might add. We ended up going back home to get him something else to wear and just barely made it back in time for the ceremony.”
Melanie and Uncle Shane have been married for nearly ten years now. She’s Aunt Bethany’s cousin from Canada; they didn’t even meet until two years after Aunt Bethy found out about her real mother’s family. They became close as soon as they met. When Uncle Shane went to Canada for some sort of training, Bethany asked him to look her cousin up.
She and Uncle Shane hated each other at first. I’ve never seen two people argue so much. Both were coming out of bad relationships; he had just broken up with a girl he’d dated for nearly a year. She put Uncle Shane through the wringer. I guess the shit with her turned him into a dick for a while. Luckily, he manned up and started treating Mel right. They still argue all the time, but I think that’s just the way they communicate.
“It’s okay. I know what it’s like.”
She smiles, probably remembering my stint babysitting their son. Let’s just say, Andrew and cupcakes do not mix. “He promised he’ll try to stay clean today.”
“I think he might have fibbed a bit,” Reed says, entering the conversation for the first time.
I look over to where Shane is pulling his son’s shirt over his head while Andrew wiggles against him. “I think Uncle Shane might need a little help.”
Mel turns just in time to see their son run away, naked from the waist up. “What the hell am I going to do with that kid?”
She doesn’t give me time to respond before marching toward Uncle Shane. As soon as she reaches him, her finger starts to wag in his face. I can see her mouth moving, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that he is getting a cussing.
“Why the hell is she mad at Shane? It isn’t his fault their kid is the Walker version of Pig Pen from Charlie Brown.”
I search the area around them until I find the source of the problem. “You see that plate sitting beside Uncle Shane’s chair?”
“Ahh, cake.”
I shake my head. “That’s not the wedding cake. Its Aunt Bethy’s chocolate cookie crumble pie.”
“Oh, shit. I bet that kid is a fucking mess,” he says with a laugh. “Shane’s ass is in for it now.”
I watch as Uncle Shane follows Melanie into the shop. “I’m sure he’ll do something to get back in her good graces.”
Chapter Six
Shane
She looks up at me as she walks into the garage, shaking Andrews’s shirt. “It’s ruined, completely ruined.”
I walk over to my locker and pull out the grease cleaner I use to wash my hands. “Maybe this will get it out.”
“I doubt it,” says Mel, jerking the container from my hand. “I’ll probably have to throw it away like I did all the others.”
I shake my head as I follow my wife down the hall. I can’t believe she’s this mad over a shirt. It looks like she’d be used to it by now. The little shit has been ruining his clothes since the day he came home from the hospital. If it wasn’t baby formula, it was something a hell of a lot worse. As time went on, I learned to leave his ass in only a diaper as much as possible. He’s older now, but I still have him running around the house in his underwear most of the time.
“I don’t get why you’re so pissed. It’s just a damn shirt.”
Melanie jerks the bathroom door open and stomps inside. “It’s the second shirt of the day. That’s if you don’t count the pancake syrup he smeared all over his pajama top this morning.”
My hands fly up in the air. “I didn’t make pancakes. You did.”
She grunts, obviously mad as hell, as she turns on the sink. “I wanted pancakes, so sue me.”
“Well, I wanted pie.”
Her eyes narrow at me in the mirror as she dips Andrew’s shirt into the water. “Chocolate pie.”
“You outlawed the shit in the house. I can’t even eat a fucking Snickers bar in my own home. If I get a chance for a little chocolate, I’m gonna take it.”
She drops the shirt and spins toward me. “You can have all the chocolate you want, just don’t eat the stuff around our son.”
“You’re really letting this shit get to you for no reason. He was dirty, now he’s not. There’s nothing to be pissed about.”
“He is half-naked at your niece’s wedding reception,” she screams, placing her hands on her hips.
“She got married behind a fucking garage. I doubt she’s sticking to a dress code,” I say, my voice every bit as loud as hers.
“Don’t you scream at me.”
I stare at her for a second then take a deep breath. “You know how this works. We scream at each other for the next hour, and then we fuck. I prefer fucking now and skipping the screaming.”
“What did you just say to me?”
I move closer, leaning behind her to cut off the water. Moving my hands to her hips, I pick her up and sit her on the edge of the sink.
“Shit, Shane. Now I’m wet,” she squeals as she tries to get up.
I place my hands on her hips, holding her in place. “I’m gonna eat your pussy. When I get done, you have a choice. You can either suck me off or I can fuck you.”
Her eyes flare before she spreads her legs. “I’ll decide after.”
I reach behind her and let the zipper down of her fancy dress, pulling it below her delectable tits. As soon as the mounds are exposed, my mouth is on them, sucking and licking her nipples into hard peaks. Her hands thread into my hair and hold my head to her chest while I worship her. Before long, my little minx is using my hair to guide me down her body to where we both need me to be.
She spreads her legs further, and her skirt rises, giving me an unobstructed view of the damp silk of her panties. I rub my fingertips over her needy cunt, teasing her through the thin fabric, while I sink to my knees in front of her. Pushing the material out of the way, I don’t hesitate diving into her heat.
“Ah fuck, Shane.”
I look up into her face and see her lust filled gaze looking back at me, her hips pushing into my mouth as much as she can while propped on the edge of the sink. She’s so fucking hot like this. We fight hard and fuck harder; always have and hopefully always will. I thrust two fingers deep into her drenched pussy and suck her clit into my mouth mercilessly. My little hellcat grabs her nipples between her fingers and starts tugging and twisting them. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she’s about to go off like a rocket.
I hook my fingers, finding her g-spot and focusing my attention on that one sensitive spot. She throws her head back, moans falling from her lips in between curses. One final thrust of my fingers and she comes undone, her clit pulsing under my tongue and her pussy milking my fingers like a cock while it gushes around them. Pulling my fingers free, I replace them with my tongue, licking up every drop of her I can get until she’s shuddering from sensitivity. Her hands pull my hair, forcing me away. “What if I wasn’t done with that delicious pussy?”
“Hmph, guess you don’t want your cock down my throat then,” she teases while she starts to fix her dress.
I’m on my feet in a flash, pulling her off the sink and guiding her to her knees. “Fuck that. I want you to swallow me whole.”
Her small hands work my pants open, shoving both them and my boxers to my knees and letting my cock spring free from its prison. Just the idea of her hot mouth around me has my tip leaking, preparing itself to
sink into something. One of her hands snakes around the base of my cock while the other cups my balls. Without any preamble, she sucks my cock into her throat and sets a pace unlike any other. My dirty girl has no gag-reflex and has always given head like a fucking pro.
“God, that fucking mouth of yours... Brace yourself, baby. I’m about to punish that smart mouth of yours.”
Her response is a gargled moan, and the look of challenge flashes through her beautiful eyes like a dangerous storm cloud. Fucking perfect. Holding the back of her head in a firm grip, I thrust my hips into her. Each push of my cock into her mouth has her groaning and massaging my balls. Her hand abandons the base of my cock in favor of clenching my thigh for balance. She’s got saliva running down her chin, tears shimmering in her eyes from how deep my cock is disappearing down her throat, and still she manages to swallow around my cock.
“Touch your pussy. Make yourself come again.” Her hand leaves my balls and disappears under the skirt of her dress. She moans around my cock, and I barely hold back from blowing. “I’m close, baby. Come with me?”
Her response is to bury her nose in my pubic bone and simultaneously suck until her cheeks hollow and swallow. I’ll never know how she manages it, but it’s something I can never withstand. Seconds later, my balls tighten, and my cock jerks down her throat. She swallows down every drop of my release while groaning through her own orgasm. After licking me clean, she looks up, catching my eyes. Her smile is the kind of grin you’d see from the cat that got the cream; trouble, nothing but trouble. I’m so distracted with righting my pants that I don’t notice she’s pulled her hand from her skirt until she sucks the digits into her mouth, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“Mmm… you’re right. Delicious.”
“Fuck me,” I groan. My little hellcat.
Chapter Seven
Jenny
I watch as Reed talks to his Dad, anger boiling inside of me. I know he loves his Dad, and I’m glad he was able to share this day with him, but I made it plain that his father’s new girlfriend, Tessa, was not supposed to come. My eyes narrow on his back as he gives her a hug. She’s the same bitch that almost ruined Will’s life and still does her best to fuck with him every chance she gets.
“Don’t get angry. That’s what she wants.”
I turn my head to see Becca sitting down on the lawn chair beside me. “She shouldn’t be here.”
Becca and Will married only a month after Brandon and Aunt Bethy did. They’re marriage wasn’t based on love though; they did it to keep Becca’s parents from gaining custody of their son, the same son that Tessa did her best to make sure Will never knew about. To say Becca and Will had a rocky time at first would be a major understatement, but they’re happy now. In fact, they are deeply in love.
“She made a mistake. I’ve made a few of them myself.”
I know about what Becca and Dad did to my mom. I was probably twelve when I first understood what happened, and I hated her and Dad both. I probably spent a month giving him the silent treatment, and I refused to go anywhere I knew Becca was likely to be. That was hard, considering she was married to my mother’s cousin, the same cousin she thought of as a brother.
Finally, my mom sat me down to have a talk. She didn’t try to explain away what they had done. She made no excuses and didn’t plead with me to forgive them. Instead, she told me that there was nothing for me to forgive. They didn’t do it to hurt me; I wasn’t even alive yet. Then, she shared some wisdom with me, something that I hold close to my heart even today.
Love isn’t all about the good times; it’s not about being perfect all the time. If you look for perfection in the people you love, you’re going to constantly be disappointed. When you love someone, you have to do so unconditionally. You do your best to forgive them if they deserve it, then you have faith that they won’t make the same mistakes over and over again. Most importantly, you accept their past. No matter how ugly it is, it’s what made them the person that you love.
I look over to Becca and see her looking toward the spot where Will is standing. Their son Logan and his wife are standing beside him, and their daughter lies sleeping against her grandfather’s chest. Becca looks happy, but there’s something in her eyes that says all is not how it should be.
“Is something wrong?”
She jerks her head toward mine. “No, I was just thinking.”
I stare at her for a moment, trying to decipher what’s going on. “You want to share what you were thinking about?”
She looks down, staring at her lap. “I just have some stuff on my mind. Nothing important.”
I stay quiet for a bit, waiting for her to say more. When I realize she’s not going to, I lean into her, nudging her with my elbow. “You know I love you. Don’t you?”
She smiles at me. “I know you do, sweetheart, and I love you too.”
“So do I,” Reed says as he plops down in the chair on the opposite side of me.
“Considering that you just married her, you better.”
He leans forward, just enough to look at her. “I do, even when she’s being a bitch.”
“My niece is never a bitch,” Will says, walking up to us.
He may be my second cousin, but he has always considered me his niece. “You tell him, Uncle Will.”
“I will, but first, I have to talk to my wife.”
Becca looks up at him before slowly getting up from her chair. “Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No, I just need to talk to you for a second.”
They don’t even stop as they head toward the building Dad uses to store extra parts. “I wonder what’s going on with those two.”
Reed places his arms on my shoulder and pulls me into his side, only the arm of the chair separating us. “Whatever it is, they’ll work it out.”
“I hope so.”
Chapter Eight
Will
I slam the door as soon as we step into the building, then feel around the wall until I find the light switch. When the light comes on, I see Becca staring up at me with unshed tears in her eyes. “What the hell is wrong?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her in close. “You’ve been acting off ever since we got here.”
“I’m just tired.”
I blow out a frustrated breath, not wanting to play this game. “Bullshit, Rebecca. Now tell me why you’re upset.”
In a quiet voice, she says, “Tessa’s here.”
My body tenses, and my arms tighten around her. “What?”
“You haven’t seen her?”
“Hell, no.” If I had, her ass would be gone. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“She’s dating Reed’s dad.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Even after all these years, that bitch is never far from our lives. She calls my cell, the shop, even the home I share with my wife. She shows up every fucking where we go; she even made an appearance at my eldest son’s wedding. For the first few years, I ignored her. Then, I tried talking to her; well, talking isn’t exactly the right word. I would yell at her until she’d get lost for a few days. Now, I’m back to pretending like she doesn’t exist.
“Just ignore her.”
“I tried,” she whispers.
“What the fuck did she do to you?”
She pulls back and turns away. “She said that she and Reed’s dad are getting married.”
“That’s wonderful fucking news. Now she’ll leave us alone.”
I watch her shoulders shake and know she’s crying. “Why are you upset? It looks like you’d be happy. She’ll be out of our lives for good.”
She twirls around, tears streaming down her face. “You don’t understand. Now, she’ll be around all the time.”
I step forward and pull her back into my arms. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“She is going to be Jenny’s mother-in-law, part of our family.”
Well, fuck! �
��Reed hardly sees his dad, so I doubt we’ll be seeing her that much. If anything, she’ll be too busy with her new husband to care if she sees us or not.”
“She said…” she starts, but goes quiet without finishing.
“What the fuck did she say?”
“Now, she has a reason to be around you as much as she wants.”
No damn way. “You listen to me. That woman is not a part of my life anymore. She hasn’t been in years. The fact that she’s going to be related to Jenny doesn’t change that.”
“But...”
“But, nothing. She is nothing but a bad memory.”
Becca looks up at me, tears still trickling down her cheeks. “But, she’s still so pretty. She still looks the same way she did when you were dating.”
“What?” What the fuck is she getting at?
“She hasn’t had three kids, and she doesn’t spend her days changing diapers.”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
She jerks away, moving to the other side of the room. “Look at me. I still haven’t lost the weight I gained from Jackson. Hell, I haven’t even lost all the weight I gained when I was pregnant with Holly, and she’s nearly seven.”
“Baby, you’re beautiful.”
She shakes her head manically. “I’m forty pounds overweight, today is the first time I’ve put on make-up in months, and my hair is turning gray.”
I walk toward her, looking at my beautiful wife. “First of all, your body is fucking amazing. I’ve never seen or felt anything like it in my life. As for the make-up, you know I don’t like that shit anyway.”
When I reach her, I pull her close and run my fingers through her hair. “And, Rebecca, your hair is not gray. It’s still just as golden brown as it was the day I first kissed you.”
She sniffles, wiping the tears from her face. “I don’t tell you, but I color it. If I didn’t, I would be completely gray.”
“Do you honestly think I would give a shit if all of your hair turned gray? Fuck, baby, it could all fall out, and I’d love you the same.”