8. Coltrain
CHAPTER 8
Coltrain
“W ell, hello, Coltrain. Fancy seeing you here.” Nancy Meadows slinks her way into the open house I’ve been hosting all day. This place is a harder sell because of the needed upgrades, but the sellers can’t afford to do them, which is why they’re selling to begin with.
They’re a family of four who have fallen on hard times. They came to my attention when I overheard the mom telling the four-year-old they couldn’t get the cereal he liked because there wasn’t enough money. She was overwhelmed and spilled the beans about her job loss when I’d offered to buy it for the boy. She poured her heart out, and I met with the husband the next day. They’re currently residing in one of my rentals for a fraction of the cost in monthly rent because sometimes you need a hand up.
“What are you doing here, Nancy?”
Two couples wander through the house, looking around. One is a contractor, and I think this is a project he’d like to dig his hands into. Literally.
“Saw your name on the sign outside and just had to stop for a chat.” She places an unwelcome manicured hand on my arm.
Pulling away, I keep my tone calm. “You should have kept going. I already told you I’m not interested.” In fact, I’d rather pluck my eyeballs out. The woman will fuck anything with a dick.
“Oh, come on, Colt, don’t be that way. We could be good together.” She leans into me this time, rubbing her fake tits on my arm and pouting in a way that is not attractive.
“I’m getting married, Nancy.” Gabs might not know it yet, but we are. As soon as I can get the ring in my pocket on her finger.
“Married?” She frowns. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”
“I am,” I grunt as one of the couples enters the living room.
“Well, what did you think?” I ask them.
“It’s going to need a lot of work,” the man replies, and I know he’ll try lowballing an offer.
“It will; however, it’s a prime location with the boardwalk two streets over, the beach a ten-minute walk away, and the school district is one of the best in Jacksonville.”
One look into the guy’s eyes, and I can tell he won’t purchase it without a deep drop in price. Which I won’t allow to happen. Already, the owners have only asked for its value, which is about ten grand more than what they owe. They won’t make a dime on this house once all the fees have been paid—another reason I ditched my commission to help them out.
“This place has great bones.” The contractor and his wife enter the room. “We’d like to make an offer.”
“Now wait a minute,” the first man says, “we were just talking about prices.”
Interrupting them both, I say, “The house price is firm. I won’t be entertaining any lower offers.”
I cross my arms, watching the two men. The contractor smirks, knowing full well what I do. The other guy is out, and he proves it by guiding his wife away without saying another word.
“Ready to talk logistics?” the contractor asks, and as we begin speaking, the couple surprises me by telling me he went to high school with my client and knows how hard they’ve been hit lately. What blows my mind is that they offer twenty grand above asking for a quick closing. With that kind of money, my clients can get back on their feet again.
I end the open house and make a few calls on my way back to the office. Once I’ve got the paperwork lined up, I deliver it to my clients. I don’t explain who the buyers are, but I tell them that their generosity comes from a place of genuine care for their community.
As I leave them crying happily, knowing things will turn around for them, I go to the buyers for more signatures before heading home to the woman of my dreams.
Before the open house this morning, I stopped at an independent jeweler for an engagement ring and necklace for Gabs. After spending a small fortune, it’ll be worth it for the look on her face alone.
The nature-inspired marquise-shaped diamond rests on a band of vines winding towards the two-carat stone in the center. I know how much Gabs loves the outdoors, and the ring will suit her. The necklace is a white gold lariat-style choker, with a heart-shaped diamond that will hang between her breasts tantalizingly. I was able to place a large order of clothing for her as well—dresses and skirts for days.
As I walk into the house, I inhale the heavenly aroma of dinner. I have no idea what it is, but it smells delicious. In the kitchen, swaying her hips and humming along to the music playing softly from the speakers in the living room, is my future.
I take the longer box out of my pocket, remove the necklace from its silky cushioning, and slip it over Gabriella’s head, tightening the pendant to fit snugly around her throat.
“Daddy!” she gasps when she sees what I’ve done.
“You like it?”
She lifts the pendant to inspect it as I grab the next box.
I stop her before she can spin around, grabbing her hand and slipping the ring onto her finger. “Marry me, kitten.”
She cries out, and I let her turn this time. “Yes, Daddy.” Her lips crash into mine, and I fuck her mouth sweetly with my tongue, showing her wholeheartedly how much I love and cherish her.
“I take it you like them both, then.”
Her eyes are teary but filled with pleasure as she nods and inspects the ring.
“It’s so perfect,” she says sweetly in awe, then pouts, “All I have for you is dinner.”
My lips curve into a smirk as I grab the chain and yank her down until she’s on her knees in front of me. “No, kitten. You can give Daddy your mouth.”
She licks her lips before undoing my belt, dragging down the zipper, and slipping my cock free.
I wrap the chain in my fingers, testing its strength as I spin it around her neck and pull tight, only allowing a sliver of air into her lungs. “Suck Daddy like the good girl we both know you are.”
She moans as her tongue flicks out to lick the slit, and I need to lock my knees. Her mouth wraps around my cock slowly, and she sucks the head like a candy until I leak into her warm mouth.
“So fucking good, kitten.”
She preens at my praise; it fuels her desire. I can practically smell her pussy and its need to be filled with my cock.
As her head leisurely moves back and forth, her tongue massages my cock and flicks the ridges of the fat head. A guttural groan travels up from my belly, past my throat, and gets trapped in my clenched jaw when she takes me to the back of her throat and swallows. Her sharp-tipped fingers reach into my pants and grip my balls, tugging and rolling them until my orgasm rushes forward.
“Gabs!” I shout as she begins gulping down my release. I hold her head tight to my body as I come down from the high and swipe the remnants of my ejaculate from the side of her mouth.
As she draws back, I use my thumb to paint the liquid on her swollen lips as she smiles before sucking the digit into her mouth and moaning again.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She grins as I help her to her feet.
“Kitten, it’s I who should be thanking you.” She licks her lips seductively before pushing up to me for a kiss. Our lips touch, and she whimpers when our tongues intertwine. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
“I try, Daddy.” Her cheeky smile makes my dick twitch again.
I notice she’s been busy when I glance around the kitchen. “What have you been up to today?”
“I went shopping for the house like you wanted, then stopped by the grocery store, and came home and did some laundry. I called the dry cleaners to pick up your suits for tomorrow and planned dinner for Saturday when Matilda and Josh come by.” She’s pleased with herself.
“How’d I get so lucky?” I murmur, kissing her forehead and watching her continue to cook as I pour us both a glass of wine.