Chapter 9
Casper
Mary got her stitches out yesterday. It took some time to get them all out. But now she is feeling so much better. She had been complaining that they were itchy. I’ve put ointment on them to help with the scarring.
Her bruises have lightened up a lot. They’ve turned all kinds of colors. However, she can cover them now if she needs to.
She is still off work even though she wants to get back as soon as she can.
This past week has been a study in restraint. I’ve lain next to Mary every night, and my dick can’t get any harder. She has no need to fear that I won’t find her attractive. I fucking do.
I can’t help but shake my head over that. She’s fucking psycho if she thinks I wouldn’t want her for any reason. She’s the only one I want.
I think she is teasing me too. She wiggles her little ass right up against my cock when she is ‘getting comfortable’ to go to sleep. The little shit promptly goes to sleep while I lie awake with a hard dick.
The guys have been working hard to get our little park up and going, too. This complex had a little grassy area in between the buildings. We voted to make it into a playground complete with BBQ grills.
Cutter, Kaylynn, and the kids have taken the duplex just across from ours. Even though the kids will be much younger than Peter, at least there will be other kids to play with.
Now, they are coming tomorrow to do a walkthrough of the duplex to make sure it is safe for Peter to stay here.
Mary has been approved for fostering again. We are just waiting for my background check to come through. It shouldn’t be too long. In the meantime, they have decided to do the house check anyway. This way it’ll be faster to get him when I do get the approval.
Mary is panicking, trying to make sure everything is where it needs to be. I don’t let her do a thing, though, so I’ve been doing all the work.
She glares at me from the couch because I made her sit the whole time. I just shrug and do what she tells me to do with a smirk and a wink.
She’ll probably strangle me in my sleep one of these days. It’ll be worth it.
“Jameson, what if they don’t let us have him?”
“Baby, there is no way they won’t let us have him. Also, I want to know your thoughts on this. Are you only interested in fostering, or do you want to adopt any children?” I ask. I think I know her response but want to make sure.
“I think I would like to adopt as well. I mean, I know we can’t keep all the kids we may foster, but wouldn’t that be cool?” She tells me.
“Yeah, babe. That would be cool. You are an amazing, caring, and protective mother. You would make any kid happy to be with us.”
She smiles softly at me. That smile, I’d kill for.
***
Hearing the car pull up, I move to the door. Opening it, I see Julie getting out of the passenger side while a man steps out of the driver’s side of the car. They are both looking around as they leave the car.
Standing in the doorway, I wait until they both have looked their fill and walk up.
“Hi, Julie. Thanks for coming.”
Julie smiles as she comes to shake my hand. “Hello, Casper. This is Henry. He is here to look around with me. We are only here to make sure the accommodations are acceptable for Peter.”
“Nice to meet you, Henry,” I say as I shake his hand.
Henry is looking from me to the door. I step back and allow them to enter.
Julie heads straight for Mary. “How are you doing, Mary? This is Henry. He is here to help me check out your place. Henry, this is Mary.”
Henry shakes her hand and says, “It’s nice to meet you, Mary.”
She gets a strange look on her face but shakes his hand and says, “It’s nice to meet you too, Henry.”
I’m not sure I like the way he is staring at her. Moving closer, I put my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me.
Henry smirks a little and then turns to Julie.
“Can you show us around, please?” Julie says.
We take them through the whole house, but concentrating on where Peter will stay, his room, the bathroom, the living space, along with the backyard and the park that is being completed as we speak. Mary is talking quietly with Julie as we move from space to space.
The whole walkthrough didn’t take much time, and I found Julie and Henry on their way out. Henry looks back over at Mary one last time before he walks out, and I shut the door.
“He was weird,” Mary says once the door is closed.
“He was fixin’ to get his ass kicked if he looked at you one more time.”
Mary giggles. “I just thought he was awkward.”
“No. He was a dead man walking if he kept up his shit.”
Mary laughs more. “He wasn’t really that bad. You are making it seem much worse. I did get a weird vibe from him, though.”
“Uh, no, babe. I’m not. He’d better cool his shit if he ever needs to come back around. I don’t need him eyeballing you like he was. No one gets to stare at you like a creeper. Only I get to stare at you.”
“Oh, so you get to be a creeper?” She sasses.
“Yeah, babe. But I’m your creeper. I’ve got the rights to it,” I tell her.
She shakes her head at me and sits down. I know she is still nervous about our chances of getting Peter here, but I know she has nothing to worry about.
I sit down next to her and pull her close. She needs some comfort after stressing about this visit for so long. I’ll give her anything and everything she needs.
“What do you say we go out to eat. You didn’t eat much this morning since you were so worried. You must be hungry by now, surely.”
“Not everyone has a bottomless pit where their stomachs usually are. I am a little hungry, though,” Mary says with a smirk. “Where should we go?”
“How about that new Mexican place? Can’t go wrong with anything that starts with chips and salsa.”
“This is true. Let’s go, then.”
She’s still not ready to be on the back of my bike, so we will take my truck. Soon, though. Can’t wait to get her on my bike again.
I take her hand, walking us out, before locking the door. Then, I lead her to the passenger side and help her get settled in, seatbelt in place before rounding the front and jumping in the driver’s seat.
Taking her hand, I lace our fingers before driving off in search of food.
“So, when are you going to take me on your bike? Do I ever get to ride with you again?” Mary asks.
Apparently, she’s thinking along the same lines I am, only more impatient about it.
Squeezing her hand, I say, “Oh, you will definitely be on my back again, but I want you completely healed before you are.”
“I am, though,” she complains. “My stitches were removed yesterday.”
“Baby, it hasn’t been long enough for you to heal all the way. You’re still sore, and I don’t want to risk making you feel worse. We will take the bike when you are ready. I refuse to hurt you more.”
She huffs and turns her head towards the window but stays silent. Squeezing her hand again, I let her be.
Pulling into the parking lot, I notice that it’s busy, but no one is waiting outside for a table. We park, and I jump out to help Mary out of the truck. Lacing her fingers with mine again, we walk inside to get a table. The hostess takes us to a booth in the back, which suits me fine.
Mary goes to sit on one side of the booth, but I steer her to the other and then sit next to her. Shaking her head, she picks up her menu.
I glance at mine and see what I want right away, so I set it aside and wait for Mary to finish looking at hers.
The waitress approaches our table, and right away, I figure this will be trouble. This is Erica, a girl who likes to come out to the clubhouse and party. I’ve fucked her twice, but not recently.
She gets a happy look on her face until she sees Mary sitting next to me. It falls. Still, she rallies a bit and stops at our table with a seductive smile on her lips. “Hey, Casper. How are you doing?” she asks.
“I’m good, thanks,” I reply. I keep it short so that she doesn’t get the idea I want to sit and talk to her.
Looking over at Mary, I find her studying Erica. Then she shrugs and looks back at her menu.
That’s strange.
“You ready to order, babe?”
“I am.”
She looks back up at Erica and waits. So, I look up at Erica to find her staring at me. “What?” I ask.
“Nothing. I was just wondering if we were going to get together soon.”
“Nope. Can’t say that we are. Especially seeing as this is my Ol’ Lady. I won’t be getting together with anyone but her,” I tell her in the hopes that she will drop it.
She doesn’t, of course. Because, why?
Her face falls again before she starts getting angry.
“But Casper, I thought we had a connection.”
“That would be a no, Erica. We had sex, and that was it. There was no connection. I was never going to make you my Ol’ Lady. You know the drill. Those parties are to let off steam with anyone willing. You were. Now I’m not.”
She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes. I guess it takes her a long time to cycle that info through.
Finally, I ask, “So, are you going to take our order?”
She turns on her heel and flounces off.
Turning to Mary, I see her eyebrow quirked up.
“Should I expect this type of reaction wherever we go?”
Sighing, I say, “I wouldn’t think so, babe. I can’t help that women think I’m hot. But since we met, I have not been, nor will I be, with anyone other than you. Only you. Pinky promise.” Then I hold up my pinky to her.
She rolls her eyes but takes my pinky in hers and says, “I’m holding you to that. Pinky promises are legally binding, you know.”
“My dick doesn’t even get hard for anyone else, babe. I don’t want anyone but you.”
Her eyes soften at my admission before going back to the menu.
Another waitress comes over to drop off the chips and salsa, then takes our order. Being so close to the border, we have some of the best Mexican food.
It is nice to take Mary out after everything that has happened. She is stressed and needs to relax. She is still healing, and I don’t want her to have any setbacks. Hopefully, we hear about my background check soon, so that it eases one of her worries. Then there is Jaycee.
Thinking about how to broach the subject of Jaycee, I finally realize I should just throw it out there and see how Mary reacts.
“So, there’s one club girl that keeps trying to get with me. Generally, she keeps asking for sex. But I was told that she wants to be my Ol’ Lady. I had no idea until I was told.”
Mary blinks up at me without saying anything. She’s just staring, and I start to get nervous. Right when I am about to jump in and do some damage control, Mary shrugs her shoulders and goes back to eating her chips and salsa.
What the hell?
“Babe. Do you have any questions? Comments? Concerns? Anything?”
“No, honey. I’m sure you will handle it. And if you don’t, then I will. What else is there to say on the subject?” she tells me as she pops a chip loaded with salsa in her mouth.
Well, OK then. Discussion closed. If there are any more problems with Jaycee, I’m sure we will meet and give her the same fate as Shelly. Lord knows we have had our fair share of drama around here.
For now, I will enjoy being with my woman.