Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
brOCK
“I love you, baby girl,” I say, giving her a hug and kissing the top of her head. “I’ll see you next week, and I’ll talk to you tonight when you get home from school.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Her voice is lower than it was five minutes ago in the car as she sang out at the top of her lungs about Vermont and seasons of sticks. She hugs me tighter for a second before letting me go and walking into the fenced-in yard. Looking back over her shoulder, she waves to me before walking into the school. My hands up, I clench the chain-link fence with one hand, and I hold up the other to my heart as I give her a chin up.
Only when the door closes behind her do I drop my head for a second before looking up at the sky and exhaling. Every single fucking time, it feels like half my heart stops beating when she leaves me. I push off from the fence and walk back over to the truck, pulling out my phone. Knowing this conversation would be happening today, I’ve played it over and over in my head the whole week.
I pull up her number and dial, my heart beating faster in my chest, waiting for her to answer. “Hello,” she answers on the third ring, no doubt doing it on purpose. I know she works with her phone beside her computer keyboard, so there is no excuse.
“Hey,” I say, “just dropped off Saige.”
“How is she?” she asks, clicking away on her side on the phone.
“She’s okay,” I answer and then take a deep inhale. “Listen, Karla, I wanted to talk to you before I go to my lawyer.” The clicking immediately stops, and the tension on the phone is so thick you could hear a leaf fall off the tree outside from inside the cab of my truck.
“Your lawyer?” she questions, her voice tight.
“I would like to have dinner with her once a week when it’s not my turn, and also, you should have a chance to see her too when it’s not your week.” My index finger taps the steering wheel nervously. “It would still be the same time that we spend with her, just it won’t be that long between when we switch.”
“Listen, Brock,” she says, her voice going low, “there is no reason to do this.”
“What do you mean there is no reason to do this?” I repeat. “I miss her, and she misses me. If you think there is no reason to do this, then why can’t we do it?”
“It’s been working all this time.” She trails off. “The schedule is fine the way it is.”
“No, it hasn’t,” I bite back. “I’ve been asking you to spend time with her during the week when you have her, and you always have an excuse. I’m tired of it, to be honest, so I’m asking you one more time if we can do it. If not, you are going to leave me no choice but to go and speak to my lawyer and see what we can do.”
“This is because of her, isn’t it?” she hisses out, the venom in her voice filled with anger and rage, and everything in my body tightens when she says the next part. “Like I told your little girlfriend…” I think I stop breathing when she mentions Everleigh. “I’ll tell you, I don’t want her around my daughter. Not now, not really fucking ever.” My whole body feels like ice has filled my veins, and if she was in front of me, I’m not sure I would be able not to say something I shouldn’t say, especially not to the mother of my daughter.
“I guess we’ll have to go through our lawyers, then.” I don’t show her how pissed off I am. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come to that.”
“Whatever,” she snaps and hangs up on me.
I shake my head, turning the truck on and then heading to work. I get in a little after eight and there is a line at the food truck, but it doesn’t stop me from going over there.
She spots me right away and smiles my way before handing the man in front his order. It takes five minutes for everyone to finally leave, and I walk into the back of the truck. “Hi, you, how was drop-off?” she says with a smile on her face, coming over to me and putting her hands on my hips. Her touch calms me down just a little.
“Sucked,” I admit to her. For the past week, I’ve seen her every single morning, kissing her hello and then coming to see her before I pick up Saige. Even though I’ve thought of begging her to come over and see me at night. It fucking sucks going to bed without her, even more than not waking up with her. I haven’t had sex with her in over a week, and I’m so ready to slide into her tonight.
“Did you want a coffee?” she asks softly.
“Yeah,” I mumble before she leans up and kisses the side of my ear, and I watch her walk to make my coffee. “Is there something that you might have forgotten to tell me?” I ask, and she looks over at me. She’s wearing another pair of shorts that show off her legs, making my mouth water, with a regular T-shirt. Now she pairs her outfit with a pink apron that has three cupcakes on the top with Maddie’s written underneath them.
She chuckles. “I don’t know, is there?” She puts the lid on the coffee, turning to face me. “From the look on your face, there has to be something I didn’t tell you. But for the life of me?—”
“Called Karla to discuss me seeing Saige during the week,” I say, and her face pales when I mention her name. “She said she spoke to you.”
“Spoke to me is pushing it a little there.” She folds her arms over her chest.
“What did she say to you?” I ask, trying not to go over to Karla’s work and cause a scene.
“Nothing, really.” She tries to play it off, but the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. “She heard I was in town.” All I do is raise my eyebrows. “She heard that I met Saige, would like me not to be near her daughter.”
I stand straight, my body tight. “I need you to tell me exactly, and I mean word for word, what she said.”
“Why?” she asks, confused. “It’s nothing.”
“She’s had five live-in boyfriends since we got divorced,” I inform her. “All of them moving in after a month or so. All of them lasting maybe six months. One of them lasted a whole year.”
“Okay,” she replies, not sure why I’m telling her this.
“I called her today after I dropped off Saige and told her I would like to see her during the week. Informed her I’ll go to my lawyer if I have to. She told me that you two had words.” My eyes are on hers. “Now I want to know what fucking words were said, and then I want you to tell me why the fuck you didn’t tell me any of this.”
“What was there to say?” she fights back with me. “I bumped into her literally on the street. We exchanged pleasantries.” I can tell she’s lying. “Told me she didn’t want me near her daughter.”
“You should have told me that,” I say, “because I would have called her and told her to go fuck herself.”
“And what would that have accomplished, Brock?” she asks, and I know she’s right. “It would have pissed you off. You would have called her, and then it would have pissed her off.”
“So you sacrificed yourself.” She gasps. “She doesn’t get to tell me who sees my daughter when my daughter is with me. Just like I don’t get into her face when she brings men around. Do I like it? Fuck no, but I try to keep the peace. But that peace ends now.” I point at the floor. “I’m going to call my lawyer and talk to him.” I close the distance to her. “Then I’m going to go to work, and tonight, me and you are going out.” I wrap my arms around her waist. “Then you are spending the night, and we are going to fuck and sleep the whole weekend.”
“Is that so?” She puts her hands on my chest. “What if I have plans?”
“We’ll fuck around your plans, then.” I finally bend my head and kiss her. “You okay with going to the bar tonight?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Okay, good. Want to get ready at my place?”
“If I get ready at your place”—she smiles—“we’ll never leave.”
I put my forehead to hers. “You have a point there. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Sounds good,” she agrees, and I let her go, giving her one more kiss before I walk out of the truck and head toward the garage. I’m about to call my lawyer when a text comes in from Karla.
Karla: Fine, you can have her for dinner this week on Wednesday night.
I shake my head but still call my lawyer and leave him a message. Getting home at seven, I rush to take a shower and put on clean sheets before going to pick her up. When I pull up to her house, she’s already outside sitting on the steps with a small bag beside her.
She gets up, and I see she’s wearing a ruffled orange skirt with white flowers on it. Her hair is over one shoulder, showing me the tight white shirt she is wearing has big straps and falls right above the waist of her skirt.
“Hi.” She walks to the truck at the same time that I round it.
“That’s a small bag for the weekend.” I motion to the little bag she has in her hands, and she smirks at me.
“I thought I was going to be naked all weekend.” She holds up the bag. “These are toys.”
My cock goes hard as a rock, and I just look at her. “You promised to take me out,” she reminds me. “This will be used later.” She taps my chest and walks around me to get into the truck. “But I would like to hurry.”
I shake my head, getting into the truck and starting it. “What exactly is in that bag?” I ask, and she turns to face me.
“Nothing much, just a cock ring.” I stop breathing. “My rose clit sucker, my rabbit vibrator, and I got a couple of anal plugs this week.” My hands grip the steering wheel. “Just a couple of things.” She winks at me, and I look ahead and make my way to the bar. Pulling up to the garage, I park on the side where it’s dark.
Her hand goes to the door handle when I put my hand on her leg, stopping her from moving. “Not so fast,” I say, and she looks at me shocked as I reach over and grab the bag that is down by her feet. I open it, seeing more than what she told me, but I can’t get into that now. Instead, my hand goes for exactly what I’m looking for, and I turn to look at her. “I want you to put your back against the door,” I instruct her, “and then I want you to put one foot here”—I point at the dashboard—“and then the other here.” I point at the armrest in the center console.
She doesn’t ask any questions; instead, she does what I ask. I move her skirt off her, showing me she’s wearing a white lace thong. Her legs spread open for me, and my fingers move it to the side. “Missed you,” I say. At the same time, I slide a finger into her, and her head goes back against the glass. “Tell me how many times you played with my pussy this week?”
“Every day,” she admits, “in the shower.” She pants as I slide another one in her, hooking it on her G-spot. “Before I went to bed.” My thumb flicks her clit, and her breath hitches. “In the morning when I woke up.”
“Did you finger-fuck yourself like this?” I ask as I pull my fingers out of her and then move them back in.
“Yes.” She nods as she looks between her legs. Only the light from the moon is in the truck cab.
“Did you fuck yourself with your vibrator?” I lean over and bend to suck her clit into my mouth, the center console blocking me from really devouring her.
“Yes,” she says, “but it wasn’t the same.” I take the pink silicone that is in my other hand and bring it to her lips.
“Suck this while my fingers fuck you,” I instruct her, and she takes it all in her mouth. “I’m going to make you come,” I say. “Then you are going to wear this all night.” Her pussy gets so wet, my fingers are drenched. “Then when we get home, I’ll replace it with my cock.” Her pussy spasms around my fingers. I take the anal plug out of her mouth and move it down. “Tilt your hips, baby,” I say, my fingers planted all the way inside her as my fingers scissor to play with her G-spot. “Greedy,” I tease her as I slide the anal plug inside her. “Even tighter,” I say, about to move my fingers.
She grips my wrist to stop me. “You play with me anymore, and I’m going to soak the fucking seat”—I smirk at her—“and you won’t get to tease me all night.”
“Baby, I really hope you napped today.” I pull my fingers out of her and suck her off my fingers. “Because unless you pass out when I’m fucking you, it’s going to be a long night.”