Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Justin
“The water is cold,” Caroline says as she sits on me in the bath, my cock still in her. “But I’m too tired to move,” she says, putting her head on my shoulder. When I get up, she tightens her legs around my waist, and I laugh.
“Sweetheart,” I say, getting out of the tub, and the water is slashing everywhere.
I grab a white towel and throw it over her and rub my feet on the mat before walking to the bed and seeing her shoes tossed beside the bed next to her torn panties and her dress right in the middle next to the bed.
My pants, shoes, and socks are right next to it.
I pull her off me and put her on the bed.
Little red marks are all over her from the bites I’ve given her along with little dots from my beard between her legs.
“I just need a minute,” she says and rolls to her side.
I laugh, walking back into the bathroom and taking off the sixth condom we’ve used in four hours.
I grab a pair of boxers and walk back into the room, hearing her soft snores.
I check to see it’s only eight thirty, so I grab my phone and call Max.
“If you are calling me at eight thirty, I’m assuming you struck out,” he says, laughing.
“I’m calling to check on Dylan,” I say. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he and Michael are like two peas in a pod. We haven’t heard from them since they came in except when they were starving.” He laughs. “Wait, your sister is pulling my …”
“Why are you calling us?” she hisses. “You don’t take a girl out on a date and then use the phone. That’s rude.”
“We’re home,” I say, and she moans.
“Oh my God, Justin. Do I need to have the whole you need to wine and dine conversation with you?”
“You can please spare me the dating dos and don’ts. You got married at twenty-one.” I laugh and grab a bottle of water. “Can I please talk to Dylan?”
“We’re coming to church,” she says. “Everyone is going to meet at your house at ten, and we can go together.”
“Um …” I say. I’m not sure what to say or how Caroline is going to react. “Okay.”
“Dylan!” I hear Allison yell. “Phone.”
“Hey.” He comes to the phone.
“Hey, buddy,” I say, smiling and suddenly missing him. “Everything okay?” I ask, and he goes on and on about all the games he’s played, and how they did stick handling and scoring on Evan twice. “Okay, if you want to come home tonight, all you have to do is call.”
“See you tomorrow,” he says and hangs up. I pick up my jacket and walk back to the bedroom, and she turns her head when I walk in and then stretches.
“I’m hungry,” she says, and I laugh. “Are you going to feed me?” She looks at me up and down. “Why are you dressed?”
“What do you want to eat?” I ask and walk to the bed and sit beside her. “I can get naked if you like.”
“Yes.” She cranes her head to me, and I kiss her.
“But first food.” I laugh and get out of bed, warming up some of the leftovers from yesterday, and she walks into the kitchen wearing my dress shirt.
Only one button fastened. We eat side by side on the stool, and when we finish, she gets up to clean.
One thing leads to another, and by the time we are done, I’m fucking her on my counter.
Every single time I think it won’t get better, it does.
She blows my mind. She asks for what she wants and takes it also.
When we finally fall asleep, it’s with her draped all over me, and in the morning, I wake with my cock buried in her mouth.
“What time is everyone coming over?” she asks, sitting on the stool wearing a robe.
I look over at the clock. “In about ten minutes,” I say, and she freaks out.
“We had sex ten minutes ago,” she reminds me, and she really doesn’t have to since I’m still half hard. “They are going to know.”
“How?” I laugh, and she shakes her head and goes into the bedroom.
“It’s a glow,” she says over her shoulder, grabbing a pair of panties and getting dressed in front of me. I grab a pair of blue shorts and a white polo shirt.
She pulls the long dress over her head, and I look at her.
How can one girl make a cotton dress look so sexy?
It has short sleeves with white and black lines across her chest. Going tight until her waist and then flowing down with the black lines going downward.
She slips on the brown sandals. I walk to her and take her in my arms. “No.” She pushes me away. “I already have the glow.”
I laugh when I hear Dylan. “Mom, Justin, I’m home.”
He comes in and hugs first Caroline and then me. “Go get changed,” I say, and I walk out of the room and see that my whole family is coming into the apartment. “Hey.”
“Hi,” my mother says, coming to me. “I hope it’s okay that we come to church with you guys.”
“Yeah,” I say and feel Caroline beside me. “Did you guys make plans for after church?”
“Yes,” my father says, coming and smiling at us. “We have a caterer already setting up at our rental.”
“Perfect,” I say, and it takes a full twenty minutes to get everyone in the car, and when we arrive, I look over at Caroline. “Do you think the church is ready for us?”
“There is no one ready for you guys,” she says, smiling and getting out of the car. Opening the back door, she waits for Dylan to get out. I stand by my car with my hand around Caroline and one on Dylan’s shoulder. The trucks come and I swear if you count it might even get to fifty.
Caroline looks down, and I feel her stiffen beside me. “What’s the matter?”
She looks around. “This isn’t the best area.” She blinks now, and what started as a great morning is quickly turning downhill.
“My family doesn’t care about that,” I say and lean down to kiss her.
“Let’s go,” Matthew says to Karrie, holding her hand and then the kids walk in front of them.
Max and Allison are right behind them with Alex holding her father’s hand.
Zara and Zoe walk together with Viktor, and Evan’s right behind them holding the kids.
Vivienne is chatting with Mark and laughing.
My parents walk with us toward the church. The minute I take a step on the sidewalk, I hear Dylan’s name being called, and my neck suddenly burns.
“Dylan!” Andrew yells his name from the side of the church and waves his hand in the air, and I stop in my tracks because Caroline starts to shake beside me.
“Oh my God,” Caroline whispers. Andrew walks over to us, and you can tell he’s high as fuck.
His jeans are hanging on his hips and have brown stains down the front of them.
His once white shirt is two sizes too big, and looks yellow.
His hair is stringy and so dirty it’s matted to his head.
His eyes are so dilated they look almost black.
His nails have dirt in them, and the sores on his arms are very apparent.
“Dylan,” he calls him, but Dylan doesn’t move from beside me.
Everyone around us stops walking, and you can hear a pin drop.
“What the fuck, Caroline?” he shouts when he gets close enough.
“Are you trying to keep my son from me?” he hisses when he stands in front of her, and I notice that he’s wearing two different shoes, and one is three sizes bigger than the other.
I move myself in front of Caroline when I feel that he’s getting too close to her for my liking, and I suddenly feel Matthew at my side. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spews to me. “Trying to keep me from my kid?”
“Caroline,” I say, my eyes never leaving his. “Go inside.”
I look to the side at her and see she has tears streaming down her cheeks, and my mother is now by her side along with Karrie. Allison, Zoe, Zara, and Vivienne are trying to usher the kids away from this scene.
“Andrew,” Caroline finally says, shaking her head. “Not here.”
“Fuck you!” he shouts at her. “Fuck you and your perfect little attitude!” My blood is boiling, my hands shaking with anger.
“Dylan,” Caroline says, “let’s get into church.” She turns and leads Dylan away, who has his own tears rolling down his chin. He walks with his mother toward the church when Andrew jumps and shouts at them.
“Don’t you take him away from me.” Andrew tries to get to them, but I step in front of him, and he pushes my shoulder. “Fuck you, man.” His body odor is almost unbearable.
“She doesn’t want to see you,” I say, and he just leers at me as he watches Caroline walk up the steps to the church. Allison stands beside her, and my mother has her arm around Dylan’s shoulders as she looks back at the scene.
“Fuck you!” he yells at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down and punching the air.
“You ruined my fucking life!” he yells louder, not caring that he’s making a scene and everyone is watching him.
“Get your fucking ass back here, you fucking bitch.” He jumps up and down again, trying to get to them, but we aren’t letting him anywhere near them.
“Enough!” I yell, and my father grabs one of my arms to pull me back as I advance on him.
“Fuck you, man!” He looks at me and stands straight.
“I’ll fucking kill you, man, and you won’t even know what is happening.
” He smirks at me and pretends to come at me, then turns back and yells right before Caroline steps foot in the church.
“Get back here, you fucking bitch! You ruined my life!” he spews, this time spitting everywhere.
Caroline and Dylan just look at him. “You and that fucking piece of shit kid you forced me to have.”
Everything happens so fast that I don’t even realize it’s happening. But my hand just flies up out of reflex, gripping him by his neck and stopping him from speaking or breathing. He sputters, and his hands go to his throat on top of mine as I squeeze without even thinking twice.
Matthew pounces, yelling my name. “Justin!”
“Justin!” Caroline yells from the top of the stairs. Allison holds her hand to stop her from running to me.
At the same time, my father grabs me. “Justin, let him go,” he says in my ear, and Max and Viktor are beside us.
“You stay away from them,” I say, and he just tries to get my hand to loosen from around his neck. “Fucking far away from them.” I finally let go, and he coughs as he tries to catch his breath. His scrawny hands go to his throat.
“You are going to be sorry about this,” he says, turning away. “More than you know.”
“Get away from here,” Viktor says. “Do yourself a favor, man, and don’t make your son see you like this.”
“Fuck you!” Andrew says. “Fuck all y’all!
” He laughs and then turns to look at Caroline, who is holding Dylan while he sobs.
“And fuck you two!” He puts up his middle fingers and then smiles, showing off rotten teeth.
“I’ll see you soon,” he says and motions with his hand a gun shooting me.
“Sooner than you think.” He turns to walk away, and I push through everyone to run to Caroline and Dylan.
She finally lets go when she’s in my arms and sobs out. Father Rolly steps outside with us. “You should take her home,” he says and then looks at her. “You go home and take care of yourself.” Then he looks at me. “It’s about time she found someone who is going to carry her instead of bury her.”
My eyes follow Andrew as he walks away from us, and I look to my side as my father holds my mother in his arms. “Let’s get out of here.”