She gurgles, nearly gagging on me, but I don’t stop. Tears escape the creases of her closed eyes as she suctions that mouth around me tighter.
“Fuck yeah, Ale-Ruthie. Swallow for me.” If she heard my slip up, she doesn’t show it.
Unable to take anymore she pops free, my warm seed still spurting out onto her lips. Her tongue darts out to capture the rest and lick me clean. When she’s finished, I tuck back into my jeans and get ready to leave.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“Yeah?”
“I want another baby.”
“A baby?” My heart seizes in my chest. The last thing I want is to have another kid with this bitch.
“Yes, James. Ro is getting older. Soon she will be off to college and starting her own life. We always talked about trying for a son, but then you fucked everything up and went to prison. I know that’s all in the past. I just don’t want to wake up one day and have any regrets. I stopped taking my birth control.”
“Don’t you think the timing is bad. We can hardly be in the same room together and you want to bring another kid into the mix. Why? You think it will make me stay? Keep me on a leash?”
“No. I want more for us. I want you to be my husband again. My father wants someone to pass his legacy on to.”
“You father? What the fuck does he have to do with this? You been running your mouth to him again behind my back?”
“No. But if I want to talk about our marriage with my father I can. You don’t control me, James.”
“That’s the truest thing to ever leave your mouth. Why would I want to have another baby with you when I can barely stand the sight of you? You weren’t always such a miserable controlling cunt.”
“Take it back.”
“Or what?”
“Don’t push me. You won’t like it when I push back. Remember that.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and storms off.
She forgets that if I go down so does she.
Fucking hell I didn’t see this coming. I scrub a palm over my face and tug on my beard. Another kid. Over my dead body will I have a son. I’m not tainting my bloodline with any more of Lion’s DNA. It’s a wonder Rochelle is a good kid. With Ruthie as her mother and my sorry ass for a father it’s a motherfucking miracle she isn’t as fucked up as the rest of us.
Chapter Thirteen
“Looks like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Papa pulls out the chair next to me.
“Just got a lot of shit on my mind.”
“This don’t have anything to do with Rochelle and Colter does it?”
“Naw. I’m not stressing that. I know he’ll treat my girl right. He has you for a father.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He takes a hard pull off his longneck beer.
“You should. He’s a handsome little fucker too.”
“He does look like me, don’t he?”
“Fuck he’s a spitting image, man. Except for that white in your hair.” I chuckle and he shakes his head. Papa got his name for his looks. Namely his hair. Going white at his temples and a few other spots like an old man. “You should be proud.”
“I am. We may be in-laws one day.”
“Slow down. Rochelle ain’t getting married anytime soon.”
“Keep telling yourself that. What’s got you looking ready to shoot the clubhouse up?”