Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
KASS
I just got Clover down for bed, which means I finally get the TV to myself.
I try to set rules with Clover, but that little girl has me twisted so tight around her finger.
No matter how many nights in a row she gets to pick the show, whenever I try to campaign for the show I want to watch, we still end up watching her favorite.
Survivor. Don't get me wrong, I like that show too, but there's only so many times I can watch Jeff Probst snuff out someone's torch before I want to snuff out my own.
I grab the remote off the ottoman and sink back into the couch. I scroll through my options and land on one of my go-to shows. It's been so long since I've watched it that I don't even remember where I left off.
My phone buzzes on the cushion next to me, and I pick it up, expecting a text from Raina.
I'm shocked when I see B's name on the notification banner.
Finding out she was Clover's teacher yesterday was a shock to all of us, except Clover, who is still in the dark about my past with Blake. And I intend on keeping it that way.
I texted her after because I just couldn't help myself. She hasn't responded until now, which is honestly sooner than I thought she would.
As soon as I unlock my phone, a photo expands on my screen.
Holy shit.
The tattoo I did across her upper stomach is at the forefront of the photo.
At the top, the bottom half of her breasts tease me, cutting off right under where her pierced nipples are.
The bottom of the photo cuts off well below her belly button, but above anything that would make it R-rated.
I'm not even sure if she was wearing a bra or underwear when she took it, but if I had to bet money on it, I'd guess she wasn't.
I see the text bubble indicating that she's typing, so I wait for some context before replying.
B
Bored on a work trip.
Kass
Oh really? Did you decide to flee the state after I called you out?
B
No. This trip has been planned for weeks. Flew out this morning.
Kass
Tattoo is looking good, btw.
B
Thanks, I've been taking good care of it.
And don't worry, I haven't been rough on it.
My mind immediately goes to the thought of her naked under me, our stomachs aggressively creating friction as I repeatedly slam into her, my hands clawing down her body and grabbing her hips for a better grip.
Kass
Good. Wouldn't want you to be in any pain while it's still healing.
B
I don't mind a little pain. Kind of like it, actually.
Kass
What's your point?
B
Just making a statement in case it comes in handy sometime.
Kass
Anything else you like that you think I should know about?
You know, for future reference.
B
Hmmm...let me think.
I like being on top.
Kass
I don't think I can tattoo you very well from that angle.
It usually goes best when I'm on top.
B
I love having my nipples played with.
Kass
I've only tattooed a couple of nipples before.
People usually want me to avoid them. Too sensitive.
B
I could handle it.
Do you need a visual aid? I’m guessing since you're an artist, you’re a visual learner.
Without waiting for my response, she sends a picture of her perky breasts, this time featuring her soft pink nipples and those silver barbells that I liked flicking with my tongue to make her moan.
Though I've already seen them and thoroughly touched them, my dick starts to swell in my sweatpants.
I fight the urge to grab it, despite wanting to very badly.
Kass
Thanks for that. Now I'm not able to focus on my show.
B
What are you watching?
Kass
Sons of Anarchy.
B
So predictable.
Kass
Yeah, because everyone loves this show.
B
What do you love so much about it? Do you like watching hard-headed men kill each other over pride and pussy?
Kass
Something like that.
B
Would you ever kill someone for pussy?
Kass
Depends on whose it is, I guess.
B
Would you kill someone for this?
I open the video she sent along with her message and hold my breath.
The camera starts on her new tattoo and travels south.
I pause the video before it gets too far and think really hard about whether or not I should continue.
I'm already throbbing under the cotton fabric of my sweats just at the thought of it.
Against my better judgment, I press play again.
The camera angles down even further, and I see it come into view. Her finger slides down the center and slips between her lips. It glides in and comes out glistening. The video stops there with her wet fingertips hovering over her clit.
Fuck me.
Kass
I'd do a lot of things just for another taste.
Kill...probably not, I'd prefer not to go to jail.
Maybe maim, though. If I thought I could get away with it.
B
Mmmm, that makes me horny.
Kass
Looks like you were already a little horny. What were you thinking about?
Or is someone else there making you that wet?
B
Want to find out?
Kass
***
My phone starts buzzing as she tries to video call me.
Oh shit. Do I answer it?
Before I can talk myself out of it, I tap on the screen to answer.
"Hey."
"Hi." Her voice is breathy and sensual. "I'm surprised you answered."
"If you didn't think I'd answer, then why call?"
"I don't know. Just testing you, I guess."
Everything's a fucking game with this woman.
She's lying on her back on what looks like a bed with crisp white sheets. The camera only shows her face, so I can't tell if she's wearing any clothes.
"Is that video from tonight, or is it old—something you send to all the guys you're trying to sleep with?"
"Who says I'm trying to sleep with you again?"
"Just a hunch."
"Well, if I were, would it be working?"
"Possibly."
She rolls over so she's lying on her stomach, and now I can see more of the room she's in, and that she's not wearing a top. Her breasts press into the sheets beneath her, pushing them up her chest to form the most beautiful cleavage.
"Are you in a hotel?"
"Mhmmm."
"So you really are traveling for work?"
"Mhmmm."
She seems very uninterested in my small talk; her eyes are basically fucking me through the phone.
"You alone?" I ask.
"I am now."
"But earlier you weren't?"
She shakes her head side to side and bites her bottom lip.
My hand instinctively goes to my crotch, rubbing the shaft of my cock in an attempt to soothe the ache.
"Was I on your mind while you were fucking some other guy? Couldn't get me out of your head, so you had to text me?"
"Not exactly."
"Then what exactly was the series of events that led us here?"
"Well, first off, it was a woman."
My hand stops stroking. "Of course. Go on..."
"After my meeting this afternoon, I may have gotten a little wine drunk and brought the sommelier back to my hotel room."
"To play cards?"
"Yes. To play several rounds of cards."
I slip my hand under the elastic waistband of my sweats and fist my cock.
"Who won?"
"I'd say it was pretty evenly matched. We both won probably three or four games each if my memory serves me correctly."
"I'm glad it was a successful evening for you."
"You getting tired?"
"What? No."
"Your eyelids are looking a little heavy."
Shit, can she tell I'm touching myself?
"No, just really..."
"Horny?"
"Mhmm." My voice comes out like a low growl.
"Good." She rolls onto her side and angles her camera so that I can see most of her naked body. Her top leg is crossed over the bottom, blocking the view of her beautiful pussy that she teased me with earlier. But her tits are on full display now.
I start stroking myself a little faster, trying to conceal the fact that my breathing is getting more labored.
"You trying to kill me here?"
She bites her bottom lip. "Something like that."
I slow my hand, and I close my eyes tightly for a moment, trying to collect myself, so I don't come. I'm only touching myself to control the painful ache between my legs.
B says something, but her voice is drowned out by the worst sound I could possibly imagine at a time like this.
"Daddy?"
My eyes shoot open, and I quickly hit the end call button on my phone, practically throwing it across the couch.
Luckily, a blanket is covering up the fact that I currently have my hand wrapped around my raging boner.
Well, it was a raging boner, but it's currently shriveling back up into my body like it's getting ready for hibernation.
"Clover! What are you doing up?"
"I heard you talking to somebody, and I thought maybe it was..." She cuts herself off, and the look on her face tells me I have about five seconds before the tears start flowing.
"Lovie, come here." I open my arms, and she waddles over to me, her baby blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was just about ready to give it up before Daisy died. I have a feeling she’s not going to be letting it go any time soon, and I feel no need to rush that.
Just as her little body falls onto the couch next to me, the floodgates open and the tears start flowing.
"Shhh. You're okay." I rub her back as she leans into my side.
Eventually, she settles enough for me to ask her the question I'm not sure I want to know the answer to.
"Lovie, who did you think I was talking to?"
"Mommy." She sniffles again, and it shatters my heart into a million pieces.
I'm sure she woke up most of the nights that Daisy and I stayed up talking and fucking all hours of the night.
And I'm sure in her hopeful heart, she thought we were getting together and that we were all going to be a family again.
I know I sure did. And now, in her half-sleeping state, she thought the possibility of her mother being here was real.
"I know that's crazy."
"It's not crazy. Our minds can play funny tricks on us when we're sad or when we're sleepy."
She nods her little head, and I lean down to kiss the top of it.
"Come on, let's go to bed. You can sleep with me tonight if you want."
She sits beside me, unmoving. "Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we watch an episode of Survivor? Just one?" She gives me a look that I have absolutely no chance of saying no to.
So much for having control over the remote tonight... "Just one."
"Yay!" She jumps up so fast she almost clocks me in the face with her head. I dodge out of the way and fall back into the couch.
When Clover gets the episode started, and we're all snuggled in, I glance over at my phone on the other side of the couch, nearly dangling off the edge of the cushion.
My heart is still racing from that close call and from allowing B to get me all worked up.
I don't bother reaching over for it. I'm not going to risk opening my phone and Clover seeing something she shouldn't.
No, I'll apologize for hanging up abruptly later.
Right now, my little girl needs me, and she's always my top priority.
Even if she hogs the remote.