Sins of the Father (California Dreaming Book 2)

by Stacey Johnston

  Over the course of the meal I listened, along with everyone else as she told my father how she knew her attacker. His name was Vincent Salvatore, and as Sherlyn tells it, he implemented himself into her life by becoming her mother’s boyfriend. Apparently, the term boyfriend was loosely used, as their relationship was more of convenience than anything else. During their brief encounter earlier tonight he told Sheri that he placed himself in her life to watch over her father.

  According to Vincent, he was originally an enforcer for the Alexandria family until Eric Saylou Phillips – Sherlyn’s father, came into the picture. He had spent the last twenty something years hiding in the shadows waiting for Silo – as he preferred to be called, to screw up somehow. When Silo died, he seized the opportunity and was bumped back up the ranks into his previous role. As it happens, he lucked out with his first contract, as it was to collect on the refund policy, which he accepted eagerly. His appearance tonight was more of a scare tactic than anything else. He is well aware of what his presence is doing to Silo’s daughter, and he will be wanting to keep her on edge. This is nothing but a game for him, one that he is getting off on.

  When you think about how efficient Sheri’s father was when he was alive, it’s no wonder this creep was an outcast. At least Silo carried out his contracts quickly, and efficiently. Playing games was never on his agenda. By coming out into the open tonight, we now have an identity, something to work with. As soon as we get back to the hotel, I will run his name through the system and see what I can find. I very much doubt that someone like him would have stayed completely quiet over the past twenty years. Men like Vincent Salvatore get itchy trigger fingers, they never stay dormant for too long.

  While I had something to focus on, thoughts of the beautiful girl sitting opposite me, eluded me. I had something other than her smile taking up residence in my thoughts. I haven’t been able to concentrate when we have been together, my traitorous body responds to way too quickly in her presence. Her every touch highlights my nerve endings, making it excruciating just being in the same room with her.

  The conversation around the table has been flowing easily since we all sat back down, but I just don’t have any interest in what they all have to say. I am half tempted right now to leave them all here and indulge the cute blonde who keeps eyeing me up from the next table over. I have no doubt that if I gave her half the chance she would follow me outside to help me with my not so minor frustration problem that’s threatening to explode if not relieved.

  What the hell, fuck it? Why shouldn’t I have some fun, everyone else at this fucking table gets to? Excusing myself, I rise up out of my chair. With a quick glance over at the next table, I smile at my new blonde friend and briskly walk away. With the way I’m feeling right now, if she is keen I won’t last too long anyway. I very much doubt anyone will miss me for a while. As I make my way toward to the same corridor that I watched Sherlyn enter earlier, I adjust my vision slightly to make sure blondie is following. With a smirk, I turn back and continue, happily acknowledging that we are both on the same page. Thank fuck for that.

  Ducking into men’s restrooms, I hold the door open for the stunner to quickly follow.

  “Am I being too presumptuous blondie?” I question, allowing the door to close as I lean back against the wall.

  Crossing my legs and then my arms, I watch as she fiddles with her hair. What I originally thought was blonde is actually bleach white.

  “My name is Cassie and no, I find you hot. I’m not backward in coming forward when there is something I want.”

  Well, fuck me, I think I like this one.

  “And what I want right now is you,” she drawls, whilst creeping closer toward me.

  “And what exactly do you want from me?” I challenge.

  There is no doubt that if I told her to drop to her knees right here, she would do exactly as I ask. The real question is, what do I have time for?

  Her mouth does seem like the perfect solution to the growing problem confined behind the fabric of these pants.

  “How about I show you,” was all she said, before grabbing my hand and dragging me into one of the empty stalls.

  Before I could resist, this chick had the stall door locked, and her ass firmly planted on the seat cover of the toilet. The floors looked fucking spotless, actually, they are probably the cleanest toilet floors I have ever seen, but this little beauty obviously wanted comfort. Without taking her eyes off mine, she had my belt unbuckled and my pants down around my ankles in record time. If she blew me at this speed I definitely wouldn’t fucking last.

  “What’s your hurry beautiful?” I throw out to try and slow things down.

  Placing my hands on the walls on either side of the stall, I brace myself for her touch.

  “I want to see what I have to work with,” she teases, her smile lighting up her whole god damned face.

  Under different circumstances, she would really stand out, but right now she is just a means to an end. An end I don’t want to come too quickly if you get my drift. The chuckle that escapes my throat surprises even myself, as it’s deep, and reverberates in my chest before seeing the light. Grabbing her hair, I gently tug it back so that she is staring up at me. The look she is giving my ever growing appendage could have been threatening if we were animals, fuck she looked like she wanted to swallow my fucking cock whole. Not that I would complain if she did.

  “Oh don’t worry your pretty face too much, there’s plenty there for you to play with and he likes what he sees as well.”

  “Can I touch now?” she pleads, her begging eyes willing me to give her what she wants.

  Letting go of her hair I place my hand back on the wall, nodding my agreeance. I watch as she places her hands on either side of my hips, slowly slipping the tips of her fingers beneath my boxers. I can do no more than watch as she continues her slow torturous journey. Those delicate fingers finding their target, pulling my boxers further down my body until they are sitting around my ankles with my dress pants. When she pulled them over my cock it sprung back, slapping my stomach in the process. Pre-cum pools at the tip, leaking out onto the hairs surrounding my belly button.

  “Ooh you are more than ready for me aren’t you baby boy.” She drawls once more, her voice is silky and so fucking sexy, that it’s making my cock even harder by the second.

  “Let’s get you closer so that I will help you fix that not so little problem you have.”

  This girl was nothing like I have ever encountered before. Her brassiness fucking excited me more than I could have imagined. Even that mouth of hers turns me on. If she doesn’t hurry up and put my cock in her mouth, I’m going to do it for her. God damned tease…

  Glancing back down, I watch as she closes her eyes and places her tongue on the tip. I can’t explain the effect that her tongue on my cock has, but I want more. Gripping the tops of the stall, I brace myself as she slides her mouth further down onto me. Fuck me, that feels good, and when I say good, I mean fucking amazing. Why the hell has it taken me this long to have a girl wrap her lips around my cock. God damn it feels like nothing I have ever experienced. Her wet mouth continues to slide up and down the length, which by the way continues to fucking grow. I didn’t even know that was possible.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to masturbation. More often than not lately my hand and my cock have been on more than friendly terms. It’s been pathetic really. My hand is no comparison for what this chick is doing with her mouth right now. I want to throw my head back and bathe in the pleasure her mouth is bringing me, but I also want to watch. I want to see every dirty little thing she is doing, to bring on my orgasm. I didn’t think I would last long at all, but just listening to the noises coming out of her mouth as she slurps on me like a fucking lollypop is way too good. There is no way I’m giving this up yet.

  She continues increasing her pace with her mouth, but when she grabs hold of my balls I nearly combust. God damn that feels good. I’ve heard stories about wh
at this felt like, but it’s so much better experiencing it in person that’s for sure. Sliding her mouth off my cock, she lowers her face until she is eye level with my balls. WTF… Surely she isn’t…FUCK… Oh my god, she is. What a fucking sight. She is massaging my balls while she sucks them one by one, into her mouth. Yep, this is heaven.

  When she sticks her other hand down her panties to play with herself, I know I’m nearly done for.

  “I’m about to explode, gorgeous. Move those sexy fingers of yours quicker to get yourself off.”

  My voice is unrecognizable, it’s gruff and raw and my whole body is starting to tense up. Moving back to my cock she uses both her mouth and her hand, increasing her pace to quicken her movements.

  “I’d move your mouth sweetness, I’m going to come,” I gasp.

  My breathing is coming quick and fast, and heart is beating at a pace I only normally experience when running. Instead of moving again, blondie removes her hand from her panties and starts sucking even faster on my cock. Before I know it, my balls feel like that have been reabsorbed into my body, they stiffen, and I release down the back of her throat.

  She keeps sucking, draining every last drop out of me, which by the way seems to go on for fucking ever. Releasing me, she sits back on the seat top, spreading her legs wide enough to give me a view of the soft, hairless skin under her satin panties. Without instruction, she slips her hand back underneath, using two of her fingers to rub her clit in circles. Looking up briefly, I find her leaning back on the wall with her head thrown back as far as it would go. Her eyes are closed, and when I look back down I see her using both her hands to get herself off. I don’t know if she expects me to help, but I don’t think I would have had much of a chance to get on my knees anyway. She must have been real close because it doesn’t take long before she starts panting, her legs shaking as she finds her own release.

  Fuck me… wow… what a show.

  “You are so god damned fucking sexy, it’s not funny,” I tell her breathlessly.

  Her face blushes as I lean down to pull her up toward me. Her breathing is still erratic, probably more so than my own, but I don’t care. What she just did in front of me was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever witnessed. I would be an idiot if I lost my opportunity to kiss the fuck out of her to say thank you.

  Breaking apart, we dress in silence before exiting the stall. Kissing her once more, I let her leave to go clean up. Straightening up my own clothing, I thank god no one came in while she was blowing me, otherwise we would have really been in trouble. As I exit the restroom, I spy her doing the same just down the corridor. She hangs back to let me go ahead. Reaching our table, I find everyone starting to rise out of their chairs. It seems my timing was perfect after all. Thankfully, there will be no more awkward glances.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Blondie also making her way back to her family. The shy smiles she gives, as she takes her seat throws me off guard, especially after the performance she gave in the men’s restroom. Feeling obligated, I smile in return, which of course doesn’t go unnoticed by Sophie. Turning away quickly, I avoid her glare and funny looks for now, but she will no doubt drill me later.

  Taking the hint, I follow my father grabbing my jacket along the way as we head toward the door. With all the talking going on around me, I am finding it easy to zone out, and re-run what just happened, back through my head. “Was she good, man?” Kyle quizzes me. Sneaking a look in his direction, I don’t say a word, choosing to smirk at him instead. Laughing out loud, he slaps me on the back silently congratulating me as he continues moving toward the SUV. Ah, hell, I thought I had gotten away with that.

  Well if he noticed, then there is no way my parents didn’t.

  I sure as shit hope I don’t get reamed for it. I already feel like a jerk for not remembering her name, but fuck, it was just what I needed. Jumping into the SUV next to Luke, he gives me a side glance, smirking at me. When he lifts his hand, I fist pump with him. Laughing, I slump back against the seat feeling my whole body relax for the first time in months.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sherlyn

  I knew they wouldn’t find him, Vincent I mean. He had no intention of sticking around after he tried to scare me. Throughout that whole ordeal earlier in the corridor, I probably gave him the impression that I was braver than I actually felt.

  Maybe I surprised him? Yeah, okay, we all know that isn’t true, but at the time, it brought me a sense of calm so I ran with it. That creep has been a part of my life for longer than I care to think about, and now it all makes sense. I always found his questions about my father over the past few years, - yes that’s how long he has been hanging around, annoying, but I just thought he was feeling threatened. Guess I was right to some degree, just not in the sense that I assumed. I brushed off his nosiness most days, just answering with one-word sentences to irritate him. If he got worked up enough, he used to storm out, and my mother wouldn’t see him for days. It was a sort of win / lose for me, as it relieved one problem, but created another one. My mother became a nightmare during those times, her moodiness solely directed at myself.

  In the beginning though, she at least tried to hide his visits, by only allowing him to come over later at night when I was in bed. But I knew…..

  Even at that young age, I could hear them in her bedroom… Shit, the whole complex would have heard them. At first, I thought someone was trying to kill her, so I rushed to her door to check. When I opened it, I saw the pair of them on her bed. He had her on all fours with her face pushed into the bedding, leaning over her and violently pounding into her from behind. Only Vincent saw me that first time, and the grin that he gave me when he realized I was in the doorway almost made me sick. Jumping backward, I quickly shut the door and ran back to my own room, hiding in the cupboard for the rest of the night. I was too afraid to sleep, in the fear that he would do something just as horrible to me. Needless to say, I never went near her bedroom again after that night.

  At the time I didn’t know what they were doing, but it looked horrible and there was no way I wanted him to do the same to me. I took some comfort at the time, knowing that she was at least trying to shield me, even if it was in her own screwed up sense of parenting. As I got older, it seemed he was around more often, and that was when I avoided going home. Any normal caring parent would have been concerned when their child spent more time at their friend’s houses than their own, but not my mother. She saw it as an opportunity to have that disgusting man over as much as possible. I can’t recall the amount of times I caught them having sex on the kitchen bench, or in our living room. By the time she died, I had learned to ignore it. If they were searching for some kind of reaction from me, they didn’t get it because I no longer cared.

  When Hawke, Anthony, and Sean came back to the table, I convince them all we shouldn’t waste the meal; we should stay and enjoy it. I won’t be admitting anything, anytime soon, just how rattled I was, being in Victor’s presence again, because they would hustle us all off back to the hotel. That was the last thing I wanted, so I reminded them, that if Vincent had wanted me dead, I wouldn’t have been sitting at the table with them. He came to that restaurant to make a point, and it was received, so it was time to move on and finish celebrating mine, and Sophie’s graduation. There was no point worrying about something that could have been. We will meet again I am certain of it, and maybe next time I probably won’t be so lucky, but tonight I am free to make the most of it. Once convinced, they started to relax and the evening turned out better than I had expected.

  Even Sean seemed to relax and enjoy himself. That boy had been a miserable sack for most of the evening, throwing sideward glances in my direction, until he discovered the girl on the next table. If he thinks he got away with that, he is mistaken. There were a few of us seated near him that noticed the back and forth eye contact going on between the two of them. The funniest moment came, when he excused himself and not even thirty seconds later, his new friend
did the same, quickly following him.

  Could she have been any more obvious?

  At first, I was annoyed, though I couldn’t, for the life of me, work out why? It’s not as though he is mine, regardless of whether I still care. I know it wasn’t my place to judge, but it bugged me all the same. Irritated me, more precisely, to know that he was off doing god knows what, with some random girl. Okay, so yes, I will admit jealousy got the better of me, but only briefly. When I felt Stephen’s hand on my thigh I realized how selfish I was being, and inwardly cheered him on. It’s about time he found happiness, even if it was only for a few moments, with a girl he will probably never see again.

  He was gone for what seemed like hours, and yes, I was paying attention, but so was everyone else seated at that table. I knew what he was up to I’m not that naïve, but I felt a sense of responsibility. Why, you ask? I’m not really sure. In a sense, I felt that if things had been different between the two of us, he wouldn’t be as withdrawn as he is today. The smile on his face as he got into his father’s SUV gave me hope that maybe this was a turning point for him.

  “Are you okay, babe?” Stephen whispers, snapping me out of my daydream.

  I hadn’t realized that I was staring out of the car window. Shivering, I snuggle closer into him allowing him to place his arm over my shoulders.

  “I am now,” I reassure him, resting my head on his chest so that I can close my eyes.

  The last thing I recall is his grip on me tightening and his lips on my head.

  Banging on a door startles me, breaking me away from the dream I was having. Moving slightly, I hit a wall, or to be exact a wall of muscle. Sprawled out next to me was none other than the boy of my dreams. He was hot to look at no matter what state he was in. When we came back last night, he had woken me, helping me up the elevator. Unfortunately, for him, I made it as far as our room before I dropped exhaustively onto our bed. I didn’t even bother changing, just stripping down to my lingerie and crawling under the covers. I believe I may have already been out by the time my head hit the pillow.