Chapter 31
Jesse
This was the worst.
She’d known her Daddy could be devious when he really wanted to, but she’d never experienced this side of him. The side that was clearly enjoying fucking with Edie’s mind. It was frustrating and a little scary.
And a huge fucking turn on.
There was no way to ignore the ache in her pussy, or the growing wetness coating the tops of her thighs. Especially when the spanking Edie was giving her amounted to nothing more than a little foreplay.
Turning her head, Jesse looked up at Edie, who was clearly struggling with what to do next. Pity stirred in Jesse’s chest. She may be the one getting spanked, but Edie was clearly the one suffering the most.
“Edie,” she said softly, drawing Edie’s attention to her. “Will you please spank me for waking Daddy up with a tickle attack?”
Some of the worry cleared from Edie’s expression, and Jesse knew it had been the right move. “Yes, babygirl.”
Satisfied she’d done what she could to ease her woman’s mind, Jesse lowered her head back to her folded arms and waited for the spanking to begin again.
When it did, she squeezed her eyes shut against the explosion of pain across her bottom. Unlike the first round, Edie wasn’t holding back at all now. The swats came harder and faster, and it wasn’t long until Jesse was wriggling and yelping for real as the heat in her bottom grew hotter and hotter.
“Ow, ow, ow, Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t ever do it again, I swear!”
“Good. You almost have me convinced, little outlaw.”
Edie wrapped an arm tightly around Jesse’s waist, and her stomach sank to her knees. But she didn’t have much time to anticipate what was coming before the swats moved lower, right to her sit spots.
Tears stung her eyes at the fresh wave of pain, and her feet fluttered against the mattress as Edie spanked. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good!”
“I certainly hope so, babygirl, because I don’t ever want to do this again.” Edie’s voice was thick, like she was battling back her own tears, and Jesse’s heart constricted in her chest.
A half dozen more hard swats capped off the spanking, and then Edie’s hand was stroking her inflamed bottom again. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby. It’s all over.”
“Final answer, little pixie?”
“Yes,” Edie snapped, her tone full of irritation. “It was just a prank and she’s had enough. If you want to spank someone so badly, you can spank me. She’s done.”
Silence fell, thick and heavy as they waited for Daddy’s decision. “As it happens… I agree. She got the spanking she earned.”
Relief washed over Jesse at her Daddy’s words.
“But your punishments aren’t over.”
“Oh, no,” Jesse cried, burying her head in her arms. What more could there possibly be?
“But you said?—”
Edie’s protests were cut short. “I said she got the spanking she deserved. I never said the spanking was the only punishment. Jesse, I want you on your back.”
The bed dipped as she shimmed off Edie’s lap to position herself per her Daddy’s instructions. A moment later, the coarse hair on his thighs brushed against her skin and she gasped as his thick cock prodded her entrance.
“Edie, you’re going to ride our babygirl’s face while I fuck her. You both have until I’ve finished to come. This will be the only chance at an orgasm either of you have the rest of the day, so I suggest you use this time wisely.”
Gripping her knees, Grant thrust forward, filling and stretching her pussy with one forceful thrust that had her crying out.
“Better get going, little pixie, unless you want to spend the day walking around with a wet, needy pussy.”
“Edie, hurry,” Jesse urged, gasping as Grant fucked her again. He wasn’t wasting any time, which meant they didn’t have long.
“You’re a fucking sadist.” But despite Edie’s grumblings, she rose up onto her knees, kneeling with one on either side of Jesse’s head.
The sharp, sweet scent of her woman’s pussy hovering over her had saliva pooling in Jesse’s mouth. Wrapping her arms around Edie’s slender thighs, she tugged her down until that delicious pussy was pressed against her lips.
Daddy thrust forward again, hard enough to have her crying out before she slipped her tongue between Edie’s dripping folds. Her attention was torn between her own burgeoning pleasure, which was growing with each and every stroke of her Daddy’s cock in her own pussy, and the need to make her woman come. It wasn’t fair that Edie should have to suffer just because she’d been naughty.
Shoving her own aching need to the back of her mind, she focused on Edie. On using everything she’d ever learned about the woman above her to drive her absolutely wild.
It didn’t take long to turn Edie from a passive receiver into a more aggressive participant. The more Jesse licked and sucked, the more Edie’s hips moved, grinding her pussy against Jesse’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck! Just like that, babygirl. Oh my god, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Wild horses couldn’t have dragged her away from the sweet honey filling her mouth as she feasted on her woman’s pussy.
Between her thighs, Daddy’s thrusts came harder, faster, telling her he was close.
Not yet, not yet, not yet! Even if she couldn’t come, she was determined to give Edie her pleasure before Daddy finished. So she cleared her mind of everything that wasn’t Edie, and focused on giving her woman the release she deserved.
Wrapping her lips around Edie’s swollen clit, she sucked hard and was rewarded with a loud cry a moment before Edie’s thighs clenched on either side of her, pleasure racking her body as she continued to ride.
“Fuck, baby.” Edie’s breaths came in loud gasps as she collapsed beside her. “Thank you. That was amazing.”
“You did such a good job, little outlaw,” Daddy praised, pressing his thumb to her clit in a move that both thrilled and surprised her. “Now, come for Daddy, baby.”
At his command, she shattered, arching up from the bed as the pleasure exploded with her. She was dimly aware of Edie’s murmured praise, Edie’s lips pressing against her too-tight skin as she bucked beneath their Daddy’s sure, forceful thrusts.
And then he was driving home one final time, filling her with a sticky warmth that coated her insides before he collapsed on the other side of her, drawing them both into his arms.
“My beautiful girls,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Jesse’s temple. “I hope you both learned your lesson.”
Turning her head, Jesse met Edie’s smugly satisfied gaze, and they both burst into giggles.
“Yes, Daddy,” they chorused, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
She couldn’t wait for their next lesson.
Edie
“Did you enjoy your time with your sister, baby?”
The three of them were out by the lake at the edge of her property, under the giant old willow tree where she and Jesse had first made love. It still amused her all these years later that their spot had turned out to be on Ken’s land. And that they’d somehow managed not to get caught all the times they’d snuck out here that summer.
“I did.” Turning her head to meet Edie’s gaze, Jesse smiled, but there was a tinge of sadness to it. “I told her about you.”
A decade-old tightness wrapped around Edie’s chest. “How’d she take it?”
“Pretty good, actually. Better than your parents, that’s for sure.”
“Oh, good, so you won’t have to skip town this time.”
She’d meant for it to be a light jab. But her voice was too sharp, even to her own ears, and the warning look Grant sent her way told her he’d heard it as well.
“That’s not what happened and you know it.” Looking wounded, Jesse sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees as if shielding herself from Edie’s words. “I was always going to leave. It wasn’t just because of them.”
“I know. I didn’t mean that. Forget I said anything.”
“No.” Grant sat up as well, and Edie’s heart raced at the steel in his voice. “It’s time you two actually talked about what happened. We’re never going to be able to get past it if you keep pretending everything is fine.”
“I’m not pretending,” Edie snapped. “And there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Obviously there is.” Contrary to Edie’s rising anger, Jesse’s voice was quiet, almost sad. “I’ve apologized for leaving you. But we haven’t actually talked about it. And you’re obviously still hurting.”
“And that’s my issue to sort out.” Pushing to her feet, Edie paced to the water’s edge, stopping just short of getting her boots wet before turning and stomping back up to the tree. “My pain, my problem. Not yours. Or yours,” she added, jabbing a finger at Grant, who raised an eyebrow in response.
“Your pain is our pain, little pixie. What happened? Why were you so angry at Jesse for leaving?”
“I wasn’t.” But the panic clawing at her chest was making it difficult to breathe, to think. “I was never mad at her for leaving. I was mad because… because…”
“Because I left you behind?” Jesse asked quietly.
Something in her, something she’d been trying so desperately to hold together all these years, finally snapped. “Yes! I could never understand, I still don’t understand, how you could just leave me like that! I loved you, Jesse, with every fiber of my fucking being. And you walked away like I was nothing. Like what we had meant nothing to you.”
The air around them was so thick with emotion, Edie was certain she could actually cut through it with a knife. She was so aware of everything, of herself, of Jesse, of Grant watching them in silence ready to step in if anything went wrong that it threatened to overwhelm her.
“I was scared.” The words were so quiet, so small, Edie was almost certain she’d imagined them.
“Scared?” Confusion scrambled Edie’s thoughts as she blinked down at the woman she’d once loved more than anything. “Of me?”
“No… and yes.” Jesse rose slowly to her feet, her expression unusually guarded as she met Edie’s gaze. “Not physically. Even when things were at their worst, I was never scared of you that way. But do you remember the talk we had, after what happened with your dad?”
“Yes.” It was one of those moments that had seared itself into her mind. She’d spent years going over that conversation, wondering what she could have said or done to change what happened next.
“Do you remember that I asked you to come with me? That I told you if we stayed here, we’d never be free? That we’d never be able to be together, the way we deserved?”
“Yes,” Edie whispered, her throat aching with the effort required to hold back her tears. “And you were right. I knew you were right, even then. I was just…”
“Scared,” Jesse finished with a sad smile. “I know, sugar. I know because I was scared, too. I was fucking terrified, getting on that Greyhound the next morning. But I was more scared of what would happen to me, to us if I stayed here, and you’d made it so goddamn clear you weren’t ever leaving, no matter how bad things got.”
“So you just left, instead of trying to change my mind.” Temper and grief sharpened her words to knifepoints. “You left, and I never heard from you again.”
The look Jesse sent her was the very definition of incredulity. “Could I have? Changed your mind, I mean? Look me in the eye and tell me that if I’d stayed, if I’d fought for us, that I actually would have been able to pull you away from this town you love so fucking much.”
“Of course, you…” But the words died on her lips.
Because deep down she knew Jesse was right. Now, with the benefit of ten more years of life experience, of going through some of the worst things the universe could throw at a person, she knew what Jesse had known all along: if they’d stayed in Lost River together, they would have had to fight tooth and nail for every moment of happiness in their lives.
And yet, even knowing all that, the idea of leaving here, leaving her girls, made her want to weep. If she couldn’t face leaving now, what hope had there been for Jesse to convince her to leave all those years ago?
“You’re right,” she said quietly. “I wouldn’t have changed my mind. Or maybe I would have, but only after I got so worn down I couldn’t stand it any longer. But you still should have told me you were leaving. You should have called or written or something.”
“I couldn’t.” Tears shimmered in Jesse’s eyes. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. God knows I thought about it every fucking day for years. But I couldn’t, Edie, don’t you understand? I couldn’t tell you I was leaving and I couldn’t face what I’d done once I’d left.”
Fury rose up, threatened to choke her. “No, I don’t fucking understand! I was devastated when you left, Jesse. And I had no idea if you were safe or happy or what was going on until you hit it big. Nobody did. Why didn’t you at least call and tell me you were okay? I would have been pissed, sure, but maybe I wouldn’t have spent ten years hating you if you’d just talked to me.”
“Because as scared as I was to leave for California, I was twice as scared of what would happen if I called. If I heard your voice again. Edie.” Stepping forward, Jesse lifted her hands to cup Edie’s face. “I didn’t call, because I knew the second I heard your voice I’d be back on a plane to South Carolina. And I know that makes me a fucking coward, and I know there’s nothing I can ever do to erase what I did. But I didn’t stay away because I stopped loving you. I stayed away because I loved you so much I was terrified it would ruin me in the end.”
Covering Jesse’s hands with her own, Edie finally let the tears come. She was too tired to keep fighting them. “You broke me,” she whispered through the tears. “When you left, it was like I couldn’t breathe. Like you took all the oxygen with you, and I didn’t think I’d ever be okay again. But I was okay. I was more than okay, and then you came back, and it was like I couldn’t breathe again. I’m trying so hard to forgive you, but it’s so fucking hard, Jesse.”
“I know. And that’s okay. You take your time, because I’m not scared anymore, sugar. You take all the time you need because I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
A sob burst from her chest, and the next thing she knew, she was in Jesse’s arms. And as she wept for the girls they’d been, both so scared of their own pain that they’d ended up destroying each other, the cracks in her heart she’d tried so damn hard to ignore for nearly a decade finally began to heal.