Chapter 32
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
Three Months Later
“Last game!” Jo Jo chants, bouncing on the balls of her feet at the kitchen bar.
“Hold still, I still have one more star,” Jasmine says, holding a gold makeup pencil to Jo Jo’s cheek.
“You excited?” my daughter asks me, finally settling so her friend can finish their face flare. It’s homecoming, and it’s the last home game, which means the team goes all out. Gold jerseys for the football players, face paint and glitter hair for all the cheerleaders (I know this because I found two bath towels coated in glitter ten minutes ago and about lost my mind), and the coaches even wear cheer uniforms.
I am looking forward to homecoming.
I nod. “Of course. I love watching you cheer,” I say, taking a sip of coffee.
“How can you drink coffee this late?” Jasmine asks me, stepping back to survey her work on my daughter’s cheek. “Doesn’t it keep you up?”
I smile. “I’m a night owl anyway.” And I’ve got unspeakable plans on the books for my cheerleading coach tonight.
“Does Miss Rivers want me to do her face, too?” Jasmine asks, recapping her pen as Jo Jo turns to check out the work.
“Oh, Jas, it looks so good!” Jo Jo beams, spinning to show me.
“Looks good,” I tell her. “You want me to check if Miss Rivers wants some… stars on her cheeks too?” I ask the girls, who have moved on to hair bows bigger than their damn heads.
“Ooh, yes, go ask, please Dad!” Jo Jo says, her mouth open in deep concentration as she tries to clip the bow to her ponytail.
I set my coffee on the table and head down the hall, gently knocking on Riley’s closed door. We don’t sleep in the same bed every night, not yet. Both of us want to, and when Jo Jo sleeps somewhere for the night, Riley stays in my room. We’re taking our time for Jo Jo’s sake. Even though she claims to be fine with it, still, it’s a lot of change. We just want to make sure that even though we did things a little out of order, that on the points that matter, we don’t push.
“Come in,” Riley says quietly, and I push open the door to find her facing a floor length mirror dressed in a cheerleading uniform, a blue ribbon hanging from her ponytail. She turns to face me, and with my boot, I kick the door shut. She saunters over, making my dick hurt when she plucks my hat from my head and sets it on hers.
“How do you like me in my uniform, cowboy?” she asks, stretching out the last word like a piece of gum between her teeth.
I steal her hand and press it to my groin. “You tell me, darlin’.”
I love the way her cheeks fill with pink, like she’s surprised to find out how hard she makes me. The last three months with Riley have been the best months of our lives. Jo Jo is so much happier, now that we're communicating. Not through Riley, either, although I love watching their relationship grow and evolve, too. Cheer still hasn’t been easy for Jo Jo, and after she went to the dance with Rawley Colt, apparently another cheerleader’s lifelong crush, more lines on the team were drawn.
I’ve been so proud bearing witness to how she’s handled it all, and I know a lot of that has to do with Riley’s influence.
“You shuttin’ the door is gonna garner some interest,” Riley teases, her scent wrapping me as I tug her arms up, placing them around my neck. There’s no music, but I hook my hands together on her ass and we start swaying together, slowly.
“Just want a few quiet minutes with you since I’m not gonna get to see you again for hours.” I slide my hand over the hump of her ass, and grab her beneath her skirt. She giggles, but it’s breathy and low, like she wants me as bad as I want her right now.
She sways us to the closed door, and twists the deadbolt. Before I know what’s what, my belt is open, my pants are around my thighs and Riley is on her knees, tongue out .
“How fast can you be, sir?” She juts out her tongue again before adding, “and you can’t mess up my makeup.”
I place my hand on her head and use the other to stroke myself, and Riley uses her tongue to keep me from leaking as I do.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” I whisper, pumping myself faster and faster.
She kisses the head then drags her tongue from my balls all the way to my cockhead, making me shiver. “When I’m out there with the girls, and you’re up in those bleachers feeling all cold and lonely,” she draws out, knocking my hand away to stroke me herself. “You can take solace knowing that I have a belly full of your cum.”
“Oh Jesus,” I swear, still keeping my voice quiet as she uses one hand to stroke me onto her open tongue, and the other to lift up her skirt.
“I hadn’t gotten around to putting my panties on yet,” she says, and I look down to see her stroking her hand through the soft blonde curls on her pussy, teasing me.
She twists her hand, and I come shamefully fast and hard, hardly able to stand as I unload onto her tongue. When I finish, she swallows, and I yank her to her feet, gently pushing her over the footboard of the bed. Lifting her skirt, I lean over her body, pressing my lips to her ear.
“Don’t you dare let anyone see this pussy, you hear me? This greedy little pussy is mine,” I growl, talking dirty and possessive, the way I know she loves. I rear back and spank her ass cheek, watching her bite into her fist to stifle the pained cry it brings. I take my hand away and kiss the place I spanked her.
She turns to face me, snatching her panties and bloomers off the bed. Her room is always neat and nice, and smells like shampoo and her. I love her here, but more than that, I love the example she sets for Jo Jo, who now also keeps her room clean.
“I wanted that swat, sir,” she says, sticking out her tongue. “So thank you.”
Jo Jo knocks on the door, and I pull my pants up and buckle my belt. “Hey, hello? It’s time to go.”
“We’re coming, I was telling Riley how much I’m gonna miss her while she’s out there,” I say, because that is a version of the truth.
Jo Jo makes a vomit noise. “Okay lovebirds. We gotta go, so maybe just text her that from the bleachers.”
Jasmine drives herself, because she’s stopping to pick up a few other girls who need a ride, but Jo Jo rides with us. When I let the two of them out at the field so I can go park, I idle there a moment, watching them walk up to the gates together. Jo Jo says something, and the both of them erupt in laughter. They have inside jokes, they have secrets, they have their own tiffs and moments of warmth.
They have their own relationship, and it’s working, as they disappear behind the fence, I realize, pretty soon I need to talk to Jo Jo about Miss Rivers becoming Mrs. Turner.