Chapter 10
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By the time Sorenson left, I was still no closer to understanding my part in this farce, but I had a few more answers. She’d fed on his weakness, while with me she’d played to my ideal of a good southern wife. For all my worldliness, it was no secret that I had a certain way about me when it came to women.
I made no bones about the fact that I would bed anything in a skirt, a slight bit of an exaggeration, but I wouldn’t marry any but the purest virgin on the block. A bit hypocritical to be sure, but a man has to have his idiosyncrasies and that one’s mine.
I’d seen the dregs of society while moving through foster care as a child. I’ve lived in some of the worse dives in Memphis and been placed with some of the most un-motherly felines this side of the Mason Dixon. Some were worse than others, but they were all horrible.
I’d lived that dreadful life until I was about thirteen when a guidance counselor finally took notice and saw that I was often covered in bruises, and under the baggy layer of clothes I was forced to wear even in the hot summer, I was bordering on malnutrition. There was a big stink made, I remember. The woman who’d been tasked with my care hadn’t been your average foster mother. She’d been from a well to do family and was supposedly interested in helping those who were less fortunate.
It was all a load of shit. She’d had one biological son if I remember correctly and he was the only one she gave a damn about. The rest of us, it was about three or four of us at the time, I think, were treated like dogs while she doted on her son who was a few years younger than the rest of us.
It had been a while since I’d thought of my life back then. I tend to steer clear of those memories since they never led anywhere good. I’d been tempted to look that woman up a time or two since I made it, but always held myself back. There was no point in dredging up the past.
As far as I know, the whole thing had been all over the newspapers back then and the city had sought to make an example out of her. Too bad for her she got caught at a time when the atmosphere had changed. The good ole boy system was on its way out and people were no longer willing to turn a blind eye to the goings on of the rich and entitled.
I brushed it off as have been my habit for the past fifteen years or so. I had better things to do with my time these days anyway, like making sure my girl got the wedding of her dreams.
She surprised me for lunch again, just showing up to the office with a basket in hand and a smile a mile wide. “Don’t you have classes young lady?” I put my pen and the papers I’d been perusing away and settled back, working the kinks from my neck.
“It’s Wednesday remember, I have a long break between classes in the afternoon.” Yes I did remember. I must be the only husband-to-be, who knew his fiancée’s class schedule like the back of his hand. She placed the basket on the desk and came around to plop herself down on my lap.
The little kilt like skirt she wore rode up her hips and exposed the pink satin crotch of her panties. Of course my dick stood at attention in seconds flat and her tits pressed into my chest finished the rest. “Did you miss me? Ooh I see you did.” She grinned like a nymph as she rode the bulge beneath my zipper.
“Does he want to come out and play?” I didn’t bother answering her; she was in one of her playful moods. I knew what that meant. I was just here for her enjoyment. I let her fight with my zipper and fish my cock out so she could run her fingertip over the slit in the head of my cock where pre-cum had already started to gather.
“Should I take him in my mouth first, or do you want to fuck my tight pussy?” My brows rose at that. Somebody was certainly feeling bold. I let my fingers graze across her pussy and sure enough she was wet. I pulled her hair back roughly and looked down at her. “What the fuck were you doing before you got here?”
I know my girl is a little wild, but this was something more. She’d come to me in heat. “Nothing I swear, it’s just… ”
“Just what?” I tugged at her hair making her cry out.
“Last night, I was thinking about last night and how wild we were and how we could’ve been caught and it just made me…I don’t know.” She held my eyes with hers so I knew she was telling me the truth.
The anger rushed out of me, as I understood what she was saying. My baby is an exhibitionist. Dragging her mouth down to mine, I fed her my tongue as I let my fingers fuck into her wet cunt. “Did you lock the door behind you?” She shook her head no and the look in her eye was almost pleading. “Good girl.”
She actually came a little at the implication. My assistant could walk in at anytime. I found that I liked the idea myself and was soon tearing at her clothes as she pulled at mine. I drove my cock up into her waiting pussy as soon as it was free and pulling her top aside, bit into her nipple.
Her nails dug into my head as she rode my cock hard with my fingers digging into the plump flesh of her ass. “I want to eat your pussy.” She shook her head wildly and bore down on my cock meat. I guess that meant she wasn’t about to give up the dick to satisfy my need for the taste of her.
I almost wished my assistant would knock at the door to see what she would do but by the time she’d cum three times we had yet to be interrupted. I got tired of waiting and pulled her off my raging cock and flung her back onto the desk with her legs over my shoulders. “Ummm.” I love the smell of her pussy once it’s been dirtied by my pre-cum. The mix is like an elixir.
I lapped at her pussy until my tongue hurt and she was damn near scalping me. My cock jumped in the hand I was using to stroke it until it was time to fuck. “Stay as you are.” Getting to my feet I pulled her ass off the desk and drove into her.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream but thank fuck no sound came out. Her hand went to her pussy as if to protect it but I had other ideas. “Play with your clit while I watch.” Her pussy muscles squeezed around me at my suggestion, she liked it.
Her little fingers played around her snatch, meeting my cock where it disappeared inside her and then pulling back before going back for more. “Push your fingers inside with my cock.” I held still until she’d done as I said. The sensation was amazing. “Now arch.” She arched her back, which caused her legs to fall open farther and I drilled her pussy as I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth.
There was a toss up between which of us made the most noise. I covered her mouth with my hand since her tit in my mouth muffled my groans some. She bit into my palm and fucked her pussy onto my cock harder. “Fuck!” She was way gone now, lost in passion and the threat of being discovered. Her ass moved wilder than ever before and her pussy seemed to be a couple degrees hotter. My cock meanwhile was harder than ever before with no sign of stopping any time soon.
By the time I emptied in her belly, she was a tired sobbing mess. Pulling her up from the desk I wrapped my arms around her tight. “That was amazing baby.” Her heart was still racing away and mine wasn’t fairing much better so we stood like that until we’d calmed down enough to move.
“Let’s get cleaned up and have some lunch, I’m starved.” We cleaned up in the little half bath in my office and then she came out looking fresh and empowered as she spread the blanket she’d brought on the floor in front of my desk.
“We’re having a picnic lunch.” She unpacked containers of salad and fruit and what looked like roasted chicken and cheese. The only thing missing was wine, which she was not allowed to have unless it was at home with me and definitely not in the middle of the afternoon on a school day.
We fed each other tidbits of food as we whispered to one another. The glow hadn’t quite worn off yet and neither of us wanted it to fade just yet. I ran my fingers along her long tanned legs as she fed me grapes. “Open.” She spread her legs just a little wider, teasing me. Though I’d cleaned her up with soap, there was still a faint lingering scent of the sex we’d shared. “I want to fuck you again, how much time do we have?”
I checked my watch, as I covered her. We had more than enough time. This time was just a slow unhurried coupling. I moved her panties out of the way, just slid them aside, released my cock and slid into her. My mouth never left hers and my thumb and forefinger twisted her nipple as I stroked slowly, steadily into her. Trying my best with each stroke to bury myself to the hilt inside her. “I never want to leave you.”
She pulled my head back to hers and forced her tongue past my lips in a bruising kiss that told me the depths of the passion that had been loosed inside her. No matter how hard, how deep I drove into her it wasn’t enough. I lifted her legs higher around my hips, opening her wider and still it wasn’t enough.
Finally, I pulled out and threw her to her hands and knees. Doggy style seemed the only way I could reach as far inside her as I needed to satisfy my hunger. She screeched and pushed back when I slammed into her upturned cunt. I pawed her ass cheeks roughly as I gave my cock free rein, pounding against her pink walls and teetering at the brink of her womb.
“Ughhhhhh…” Her long drawn out moan of pleasure pain echoed around the room as she looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyes a heated glaze. I never took mine from hers as I used my cock, owning her, controlling her. She loved it.
Her juices ran down her thighs and wetted my cock until the hairs at my groin were soaked. The pink of her pussy was now a soft red, hot to the touch and tender. I couldn’t stop. I wanted to plant the memory of my cock so deep inside her that she’d feel me there always. Wrapping my hand around her throat roughly, I lowered my head to hers and bit into her lip before soothing it with my tongue.
Our tongues dueled one another as her pussy sucked me in, squeezing and releasing until I was ready to howl at the fucking moon. What had begun as a slow burn had become wild, passionate, all consuming. “Cum for me baby. Let me feel that sweet cunt cum.” She moaned into my mouth as my hand tightened around her throat and her pussy gave me what I wanted.
The pulsing and throbbing of her pussy set me off and I wasn’t too far behind her as I jetted what felt like an enormous amount of my seed deep in her belly. I didn’t pull out right away although we were both done. I wanted to linger a little longer. To enjoy the velvety soft feel of her tight cunt as it cuddled me.
We hugged for the longest time after getting cleaned up again, neither of us wanting to let the other go. “How about I pick you up this evening?”
She pulled back and beamed up at me. “Really? Will you be finished in time?”
“I’ll make sure I am sweetheart don’t worry. How did you get here by the way?” I’d forgotten to ask.
“I took a cab, it was no trouble I went by the market close to campus and got lunch then called Uber. ”
I glared at her as I picked up the phone to call Tony to tell him to come get her. “Sit, he should be here in twenty minutes. Next time you call him to come get you, no more taxis.” She poked her tongue out but I wasn’t about to budge. Until I saw the last of her aunt I wasn’t taking anything for granted.
I’d left Tony to see to her transportation needs and was taking myself into work and back, but if she was going to be making surprise trips I might have to come up with something else. I could let her drive herself in, but I wasn’t sure how safe that was. Maybe I was being overly paranoid as she likes to accuse me of, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jen would come after her if I weren’t absolutely careful .
“How are classes going by the way?” She looked prim and proper sitting across from me like she wasn’t just pinned on my dick. Her hair had been brushed back into order and her lip-gloss, which I’d eaten off, had been replaced. “They’re fine, I guess. I’m still getting my bearings. All new people and the atmosphere there is so much different to high school.”
“You’ll do well I’m sure. I hear Tony out in the hallway. Don’t forget, I’m picking you up after school. Now come give me a hug and let me get back to work.” It was hard watching her go and I reminded myself it was only for a few hours as I got back to what I’d been doing.
As I played around with numbers, the earlier conversation with Sorenson played at the edges of my mind. The part about him being on the bench I think I’d heard and had somehow overlooked as insignificant, but I wondered if it played a part in what happened. Jonas I knew had once been the District attorney for the city and it would’ve been around the same time the judge was on the bench.
I didn’t know too much about their past in law enforcement. My knowledge of them stemmed more from their dealings as businessmen. But I wonder if that past had anything to do with why they were targeted by the same woman and if so what the fuck did it have to do with me.
As far as I can tell, I was a mere boy when those two were in the courtroom and I’ve never had any run-ins with either of them since I tended to steer clear of the law in my youth. I’d always known my only way out was to keep a clean nose and stay in the books and on my toes. I’d worked too damn hard to squander my life away on some petty crime bullshit that would’ve been a blight on my character, and for damn sure would’ve closed a lot of doors in my face.
This was the south and down here even if you’re not born with a silver spoon in your mouth, there’re still ways of getting your foot in the door. Mine had been football, but that’s another story.
My man in the field didn’t have much to report when I checked in, but I didn’t fool myself into thinking that things with Jen were over. Obviously, she’d been after something and even though she’d been found out, there was nothing stopping her from trying again. Who knows how her mind works. She could very well believe in her own power of persuasion.
I had to rush to pick my girl up at end of day since I got caught up in business and lost track of time. She was waiting in front of the campus surrounded by a group of young kids and I watched her for a minute before letting her know I was there.
She seemed so young in this environment. The way she talks, the way she takes me, it’s sometimes hard to remember the difference in our ages. But seeing her here with the fading sunlight behind her, highlighting those jet-black locks of hers, books clutched in her arms and a backpack flung across her shoulder, it was like a jolt to the system.
She finally turned in my direction and with a quick wave to her friends headed towards me. She showed no hesitation as she got in and leaned over for a kiss. “You’re late.” She teased.
“Sorry sweetheart, I fell a little behind since someone who shall remain nameless interrupted my day most delightfully.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Nope! You can interrupt me anytime you want. Did you need to go anywhere before we head home love?”
“Nope, Martha promised to show me how to make your favorite dish. ”
She’s such a surprising mix of wanton and housewife. When she isn’t trying to fuck me to within an inch of my life, she’s playing house. She takes care of me without seeming to, but I notice every little detail. Like the way she puts my clothes away even though we have servants who take care of such things. Or the way she worries if I’m working too hard.
In just a few short weeks she’s fit herself so neatly into my life that it’s hard to remember a time when she wasn’t there. “Martha’s worried you’re going to beat her out of a job sweetheart.”
“No she’s not, we have an agreement. Besides I’m a long way from being the kind of cook she is and she promised to teach me. ”
“Okay, as long as there’re no hard feelings. If things change you’ll let me know won’t you?”
“Of course, now stop worrying. Martha knows I’m no threat…” She broke off her sentence and her head swiveled around quickly.
“What is it?” I looked in the rearview to see what it was that had caught her attention.
“Nothing, I must be mistaken.” She didn’t look like she believed her own words so I pressed her.
“What was it that you thought you saw?”
“Jen. I thought I saw her following us.”
I didn’t let on that her words made my blood run cold, but instead played it cool. With my eyes on the mirror checking the cars behind me, I kept a steady speed as I thought of ways to out maneuver her if she tried anything.
There was no point in evading since she knew where my home was and I wasn’t sure I wanted her to know that we were onto her. “Relax sweetheart, just look straight ahead.” She fidgeted around in her seat but I could tell her playful mood was gone.
Reaching over, I took her hand in mine and ran my thumb over her fingers soothingly. “She can’t hurt you baby, I won’t let her. You have nothing to worry about remember?”
She nodded yes, but I could tell she was fighting the urge to look back .
I changed the subject, hitting on the one thing I was sure would get her mind off of her aunt. “So, how are the wedding plans coming along? Have you had anytime to think of what you want yet?” I kept a watchful eye and saw when the car that had been tailing us two cars back veered off. I couldn’t make out the driver.
Just as I thought she was off and running on the topic, her aunt seemingly long forgotten. By the time we pulled through the gates, she was almost kneeling in her seat as she told me about her grand schemes for a wedding fit for a princess. Every girl’s dream!
“It’s not too much is it?”
“Of course not. Nothing’s too much for my baby. Just let me know whatever you need and it’s yours.” She hugged my neck hard enough to break it and flew out of the car and up the steps, barely waiting at the top for me to catch up.
Once I reached her, she grabbed my hand and dragged me into the house behind her and up the stairs. “We need a real shower.” That twinkle in her eye said she was after more than me scrubbing her back and I was more than willing to oblige.
After our water sports, it was almost two hours before we made it out of the shower. I was dragging ass while she had caught her second wind and left me to head to the kitchen and her cooking lesson. The damn girl’s gonna be the death of me! I hope not. I hope I have many years to look forward to, and hopefully they will all be filled with days like this.
I wasn’t interested in work or anything more strenuous than a little light music, but before I could get comfortable my phone buzzed. The readout showed that it was Sam, the man I had on Jen’s tail, and I remembered Ash’s fear that we were being followed.
“What’s up?”
“She’s back in town.”
“How long?”
“Not quite sure. She gave me the slip somehow, must’ve been another way out of that motel she was staying at. I’ve picked her up again though at her place in the city. She’s alone, no sign of him. What do you want me to do? ”
“Nothing now, just keep an eye on her. I think she may have followed me from the office today.”
I should be pissed at him for letting her get away and get that close, but these things happen. The only question now is how did she know she was being watched? Doesn’t matter. She now knows that her niece was with me in the car, unless she didn’t get a good look, and with my luck I doubt it.
“Just make sure she doesn’t give you the slip again. I want a full report of every move she makes from now on. If you need someone else on the job with you that can be arranged.” My worry now was for Ashley. I could always get to the bottom of Jen’s schemes, but until I know her reaction to mine, and Ashley’s relationship I was taking no chances.
I wanted to rush to her after hanging up, but through the intercom I could hear her calm voice as she spoke with the cook and knew that she was safe. How the fuck am I gonna play this? I thought I’d have time, at least another few weeks or so-so I could put things in place to protect her. Now it looked like time had run out and I wasn’t about to put shit off any longer.
I got right on that. Tony was a bodyguard slash driver, but even though I trusted him alone to see to my care, I wasn’t about to do the same with hers. I put in a few calls and had men ready to take up position starting tomorrow. She’d have eyes on her at school and Tony would take it from there when he picked her up in the evenings.
I toyed with the idea of telling her but nixed it. Let her enjoy her wedding planning and the newness of our relationship without that blemish. She was the first person I’d given much of a damn about in a long time and I’ll probably make a few missteps here and there; but if watching out for her bordered on over protectiveness, so be it.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” She slipped into the room catching me unawares as I was deep in thought. “Yes you are, you’re worrying. I always know when you are. You get this line in your forehead. What’s wrong?”
It was amazing that she knew me so well already .
“Nothing’s worrying me, I promise. Are you all done in the kitchen?” I reached for her hand and pulled her down to me for a kiss to distract her. “Yes, I made your favorite, whiskey sweet potato casserole and we’re having rib eye steak with Martha’s own secret rubdown.”
“Sounds good, let’s go before it gets cold.” She led me downstairs as excited as a kid who had a new stunt to show off. “Sit here.” I winked at the cook over her head as she sat me down at my place, which had been set as if for a king. She’d broken out the fine china. She made a fuss over me, making Martha and I smile and grin at her antics. Far from being put-out as I had first feared, Martha now seemed to delight in having someone in her kitchen who was eager to learn .
“Well I’m off. You two leave the dishes I’ll get them in the morning, enjoy. Don’t forget dessert’s in the cooler.” That last was to Ashley who beamed at her before taking her place next to me at the table in the breakfast nook, which seemed to be her favorite place to eat. It was much cozier than the dining table in the formal dining room that’s for sure. It suddenly dawned on me that I’d had more home cooked meals in the last week than in all the time I’d lived on mine. I usually had dinner out. It was a nice change though so I won’t complain.
Dinner talk was more about the wedding, which it appeared I was only required to show up for. Fine by me, I hadn’t the first clue about such things. She seemed to have a handle on it though and I saw why she was so against hiring a planner. Still, I had to ask because it sounded like a hell of a lot for one person to tackle.
“Are you sure you want to do all this yourself? It seems like a lot to take on with school and everything else.” I really didn’t want her overdoing it. As little as I knew about weddings and planning shit, everyone at some time has heard the horror stories. I don’t want her burning out before the big day. And I sure as fuck don’t want her stressed on the what should be one of the best days of her life.
“It’s fun Simon, I told you I’ve been planning this my whole life almost. I already asked mom and she’s jazzed about helping out. I’m sure she’s going to get her friends involved and with all these Tennessee women on deck we’ll have everything sorted in no time.”
“Convince me.” She spent the next half an hour trying and I listened as I enjoyed one of the best meals I’d had in a long time. Yes it was my favorite dish, but she’d added her own style in there somewhere and it showed. When she finally wound down and looked at me hopefully as if she were afraid I’d take away her new toy, how could I help but relent?
“If you’re sure baby.” She seemed more than capable so I left it alone for now, but with my mind made up that I’ll jump in if it even looked like it was too much for her.
I realized as we sat there enjoying a pleasant meal in the warmth and sanctity of home, how much of a calming force she had become in my life. Usually on an evening like this, I’d still be knee deep in work and most likely be wolfing down something I’d called out for at my desk, only to come home alone to an empty bed.
I’d never really taken the time to enjoy all that I had acquired over the years. In fact until I met her a few weeks ago, I was still going as hard as I had been in the beginning. Always trying to make that next buck. I can’t complain about that either, because my back account had flourished under my obsession with getting ahead, but now with her at my side, all I wanted was to share it with her. I had no qualms, no doubts about giving her the best of everything my money could buy, and that’s something I never thought I would have .
Even when Jen was playing me for a fool, I never quite opened up my heart to her this way. I realized now that I’d been a fool. I’d been willing to sacrifice this kind of happiness for a cold existence with a woman whose only benefit to me was dinner conversation at a business deal. For fuck sake I was a total ass.
I would’ve slashed my own fucking throat if I’d met this one after I’d gone through with marriage to her aunt. I know for a fact that it wouldn’t have mattered when we met, we would’ve had the same combustible reaction to one another. The shit left me cold, to think of how close I’d come to making the biggest fucking mistake of my life.
I tuned back into my girl before I made myself sick with my own thoughts. I liked listening to her, liked the way she reached for my hand and held it while feeding herself with the other as if she needed that constant contact. She made me feel young and unencumbered. Like everything I’d worked for to this point was leading up to this, to her.
“Are you happy baby?” She stopped with her fork halfway to her lips. “Very.” She squeezed my hand and carried on with her tale.