Chapter 20 #2
Ma blinked a few times then she lifted a shaky hand and flicked a tear away.
“I’m so sorry, Hunter. I never knew. He’d take you boys back into the bedroom, but I didn’t know it was that bad.
I thought he was just giving you a quick spank and a talking to.
I just, I don’t…” She sighed. “I don’t know what to say. ”
“I’m used to it, honestly. Avoidance is our family motto.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she snapped before wiping at her eyes again. “I’m just so ashamed of how we failed you boys. I mean, Cory moved two states away. We never see him. And you only come over when you know your dad won’t be here. It’s, it’s so fucked up.”
“Ma,” I whispered, shocked. I’d never heard her cuss.
“Clearly we’ve let you boys down in multiple ways. Not just your father. I did too. I…I think I need to be alone and think about what we talked about.”
“Sure, Ma. I should be going anyhow.” I stood up and walked to her so I could kiss her cheek. “Call me later? Just to let me know you’re okay.”
“That’s my line, sweet boy.” She reached up and patted my side since she couldn’t reach my cheek from her wheelchair. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you found a girl worthy of you. I just hope you won’t let our family’s dysfunction screw it up for the two of you.”
I laughed. “If it helps any, she has a dysfunctional family too.”
“It does, actually.” She grinned up at me. “Love you, Hunter.”
“Love you too, Ma.” I headed for the door.
“Drive safe!” she shouted at my back.
I lifted a hand and let myself out.
As I drove back to my place, I turned the conversation over in my mind again and again.
I just couldn’t reconcile the picture my mom had painted of her marriage and what I’d seen with my own eyes.
If Dad had taken any ownership of his problems, he wouldn’t still be drinking.
He’d paralyzed his own wife because of his addiction, but that wasn’t enough to make him stop.
And we never had a conversation after he’d go after me or Cory.
Just silence. Which had felt a hell of a lot like acceptance.
Or at least it did to me.
I couldn’t believe she’d never known.
I was definitely in my feelings as I walked up to my apartment.
So I was surprised when I found someone knocking on my door.
“Iz?”
She spun around with a wary expression that quickly morphed into joy. “Hunter!” She leapt toward me, and I barely had enough time to brace myself before her arms and legs were wrapped around me. “I had the worst and best day ever, so I just had to end it with you. You make everything better.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as she pressed kisses all over my face and neck like an exuberant puppy. “Thanks, I guess?” I mumbled through her kisses. “And same.”
Standing in the hallway with her in my arms, all the drama and angst from my visit with Ma fell away, and I felt calmer.
And horny.
“How about you come inside and tell me all about it?” I asked as her roaming hands squeezed my ass, and I jumped.
She giggled. “As long as it ends with us naked in bed, you’ve got a deal.”
“I live alone. We can get naked anywhere you want, princess.”
We didn’t talk much. Once the door closed behind us, hands tore at clothing as we kissed. We stumbled to the couch because it was the closest horizontal surface available.
I had her under me, her shirt rucked up to display her gorgeous tits that my hungry mouth quickly found. I teased her pliant nipples, loving the gasps and moans she made.
“I think tonight I want to be on top.” Her gorgeous brown eyes sparkled up at me.
“I think tonight we can do that,” I teased.
Until now, she’d always been a little bit hesitant to lead when it came to sex.
I didn’t know if it was because of her lack of experience or a self-confidence issue.
But I was happy as hell that she wanted to take charge now.
“I’ll just be a pillow princess and lie back and think of England. ”
“Forget that.” She laughed as we twisted around on the sofa until she straddled me from above. “You better be thinking of me. Of all this.”
“Always.” I reached for my jeans nearby on the carpet and groped through the pockets until I found the condoms I’d put in my wallet a few days ago—because of her. I held them aloft like a prize. “Proof that I’m always thinking of you, princess.”
“Why thank you, kind sir.” Iz beamed at me as she plucked them from my hand.
After she tore into them, she grabbed my dick, and I really did have to lie back and think of something else—anything else—so I didn’t come all over her hand like a fumbling teenager. “Christ, Iz.” I grunted as she deftly rolled it down my length. “Snare, high hats, crash, high tom, bass…”
“Are you naming kinds of drums?” She laughed incredulously as she lined up her perfect pussy with my condom clad dick.
“I’m trying not to shoot off before we’ve even started.”
She rose above me like Botticelli’s Venus, her long brown hair flowing behind her. Only instead of covering her amazing breasts with her hands, she let them fall unencumbered as she sank down on my dick.
I didn’t know where to look—her luscious breasts, my dick disappearing inside her, her luminous eyes. It was fucking everything.
I grabbed her hip as I thrust up into her from below. And her tits did a delicious wobble.