“Like you planned, you mean.”
“Six of one, half dozen of the other.” He shrugs.
“You’re a crafty bastard,” I say admiringly. “Always thinking three steps ahead of everyone else.”
“Don’t you forget it.” He smiles and then pushes to his feet. “You oughta check in on her. Think she’s worried about you. Going to head to the club now. See you in the morning.”
I wait in the living room until the engine of Dad’s motorcycle echoes down the quiet night street. Is it my imagination or did he throttle it extra hard? Chelsea opens the door and comes out, a cock-stirring vision in my white tank which drops down far enough that I don’t know if she’s wearing anything underneath.
“Where’s Judge going?” she asks.
“The club. All night.”
She sighs with relief and drops onto the sofa next to me.
“I had a nice chat with Sean Ellerby tonight,” I begin without any preamble.
She shoots to her feet, full of worry. “Why? You’re going to get sent back,” she cries.
“No, I’m not. Give me more credit than that,” I respond evenly. There’s no sense in getting angry with Chels. What’s done is done but I’m not going to pass up this opportunity to redden her ass.
“What did he say?”
“A lot of shit.”
“Like we’re a perversion or something,” she guesses.
She’s miserable. We need to lance the boil before it ruins her.
“He’s not going to say a thing. I promise you that.”
“What about the money?”
“I got three hundred back,” I tell her. I show her the money and her shoulders sag. “I’ve got five grand in the lockbox under my bed which you moved. Why didn’t you dip into that?”
“I’m not taking your money.” She draws back in shock. “I’ve got some money in the bank. If Helen hadn’t come when she did, I’d have replaced the missing petty cash and no one would have known.”
“Until the next time he came back. When you paid that shit-stain money to keep quiet once, you opened the door. But you know what frustrates me the most, sweetness? That you didn’t come to me and tell me what happened. That I had to guess what went on. Isn’t this our fucking problem?”
“I was trying—”
I cut her off with a raised hand. “I know what you were trying to do but let’s turn this around. You would’ve wanted me to come to you before running off half cocked paying Ellerby some kind of hush money. You knew it wasn’t going to end with one payment.”
“I was buying time,” she protests.
“What was your next move?” I challenge. “Tell me, what were you going to do when he came the next day and demanded a grand instead of five hundred.”
“I had a week. He said he’d be back in a week!” she yells. Her finger is jabbing into my chest. She has zero sense of preservation.
“You’re lying to yourself. He was going to return tomorrow and every day after.”
She’s fired up and angry—but more with herself than with me. Finally, I stand and throw her over my shoulder.
“We’ll finish this downstairs.” With a hand clamped around the back of her thighs, I trot down the stairs, leaping the last three. I’m anxious to get to the bedroom.
Her little fists pummel my lower back the whole way. I toss her on the bed and she bounces once. Before she can gain her balance, I flip her over onto her stomach and cover her. She futilely struggles underneath me and I raise my hips so I can give her panty-covered ass a quick slap.
Stretching over her body, I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to spank this ass until you are sopping wet and begging me to fuck you.”
“You’re not my dad, Grant,” she hisses.
“No, and I’m not your brother, either. I’m your goddamned lover and I’m tired of lying about it. I want to go to the club party with you wearing my cut so everyone knows you’re mine. I want you to tell the sweet butts and Sara Ellerbys of the world that I belong to you.” She stills and I continue. “I love you and I don’t want to hide it anymore. Chels, God, I’ve not been able to touch you for three years and all I want to do is have my hands on you. It kills me to have to be careful and truth is, I’m not always going to be careful. Not because I don’t care for your feelings but because mine are too fucking strong.”
At my barrage of words, the fight goes out of her. She lies quietly, her frame expanding and contracting with each deep breath as she mentally struggles to reach that place of acceptance. When she reaches back with her arm to awkwardly pet my head, I know she’s with me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she says. “I was being selfish. Thinking of myself and not you. I love you so much. It’d kill me if we weren’t together.”
“No. That’s not selfish. We haven’t had this talk and you didn’t know what was going on in my head.” I nuzzle into her hair and kiss the underside of her ear. The tremor that runs through her heats my already hot blood.
“Thank you for taking care of Sean for me.”
“Anytime, sweetness. We’re a team.” I pepper kisses along her bare shoulder and down her arm.
She tries to roll over but I don’t let her. Instead, I shift to my knees and push her ass into the air. I grab my two pillows and shove them under her stomach. She doesn’t resist but she does complain.
“Really? I’m still going to be punished?” she huffs into the comforter.
I smooth a hand over one very round ass cheek. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” I give the ass another little tap, enjoying the shimmy of her curves in response to the strike.
“Promise?”
“I promise you’re going to get so wet you’ll be begging for more.”
I give her a harder slap this time and then check between her legs. I smile at the evidence coating my fingers. She’s turned on but if she wants to play the game of the unwilling victim, I’m down with that too. Role playing is definitely on my checklist.
“Your heart rate is beating pretty fast, Chels. You sure you don’t like this?”
She squeezes her legs together. “I don’t like it.”
“But you’re not telling me to stop,” I observe. She doesn’t respond so I give her another light swat.
At her continued silence, I slap her again, this time on her lower thighs, and then again, along the upper curve of her ass. I pull her panties down and spank her in earnest, making sure between each swat that she’s with me. Soon her heavy breathing fills the room and instead of moving away, she begins thrusting against my open palm.
My cock is so hard that if I don’t get inside her, it’s going to break off. Quickly I roll on the condom. “You ready?” I grunt. She nods and shoves her ass up higher. Groaning, I give her one more strike which elicits an audible moan.
I spread her cheeks apart and arrow my head inside her juicy cunt. As she sucks in every hard, aching inch of me, I take a moment to admire the view. Her ass is rosy and plump. The evidence of my palm is all over her like a brand. In this position her curves are exaggerated, almost comic-book-like with the wide hips narrowing at the waist and then flaring out again by her chest. The slope of her spine and the curve of her neck are the most beautiful shapes on earth. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking beautiful.”
“Like the fat chicks, do you?” she says, wiggling her ass.
“Nah, I just like you.”
She stills. “You’re pretty awesome, Grant Harrison.”
“I know.”
Her laughter rings out for a long time and I savor it. I’m making my woman laugh and pretty soon, I’m going to be making her cry out for release. I flex my hips and thrust into her, hard and fast. Her hand creeps between the pillows to pull and press at her clit. I pull out and slam back into her again and again until she tightens around me. She cries out and I let go, pummeling my cock into her as if it’s trying to reach her throat.
My balls draw up and I go blind momentarily as black sp
ots cover my vision. The come jets out of me for what seems like an eon. Like the earth does a full rotation before all the pieces of me gather back into place. I collapse beside her and pull her against my sweaty body.