“That’s the plan.” He grins at my daughter and my first instinct is to wrap my hand around his throat and toss him out on his ass, but I won’t. Papa’s a good man, and I know Colter is a good kid. If Rochelle is going to date anyone, I’d rather it be him. I know he’ll treat her right or answer to me and his old man.
“Where you taking her?”
“Dinner and a movie.”
“All right. Want her home by ten.”
“Dad,” Rochelle wines and Colter chuckles under his breath.
“Eleven-thirty,” Ruthie overrides me.
“Fine, but not a minute later. Understood.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You kids have a good time. And, Colter. Not a hair on her head, feel me.”
“I’ll keep my hands to myself if that’s what you mean.”
“Lips too.”
“Oh, my God, Dad. Stop.” Rochelle grabs her date by the hand and drags him out the door.
I hear them leave and Ruthie goes back to the kitchen. I follow her. “We need to talk.” I place my beer on the counter and fold my arms across my chest.
“What about?” She sprinkles candy over the cupcakes.
“Alexa.”
Ruthie looks up. “What about her?”
“She can’t move in with us. We don’t need to involve ourselves in whatever trouble she’s gotten herself in.”
“Let me worry about it. You’re a man so you don’t understand these things. It won’t be permanent. I’m sure her parents will come around. I’ll talk to them, but in the meantime, I think she’s safer here then out there on her own. Don’t you?”
I know she’s right but having my greatest temptation and one weakness under my roof is asking for trouble I don’t need. “Why don’t I talk to her father and see what I can do?”
“Sure. Whatever. Help me get these boxed up, will you? I promised I’d drop them off to Lucy for the bake sale for the new uniforms for Ro’s squad.”
“Sure.” I swipe one for myself and Ruthie swats at me.
“These aren’t for you.” She comes in for a kiss. One I don’t want to give, but one I know I can’t deny. Keeping her happy is important more so now than ever. Her tongue presses against my lips and as much as I don’t want to, I give in. Gripping the back of her head, I hold her where I want her, but inside my head it’s not my wife I’m kissing.
Closing my eyes, I see Alexa clear as day. The image slices through me like a damn knife piercing through my heart. Why the hell did she come back? I break away from Ruthie when she practically purrs and starts rubbing up on me like a kitten.
“I don’t have to
take these just yet. We can take advantage of having the house to ourselves, honey.”
“I gotta get to the clubhouse.”
“James, you said you’d try.”
“I know what I said.”
She shoots me a seductive smile. One that doesn’t have the effect she was hoping for. Down on her knees she yanks my zipper down and undoes my belt. “Let me send you off properly then.” The bitch strokes my shaft and licks her lips. I may not love her, but I’m sorry enough to let the cunt suck my dick.
Wrapping her lips around the head, she goes to town on my dick, working hard to make me come. I grip the back of her head and fuck her face as hard as I can, hitting the back of her throat with every deep stroke. “That’s it, you dirty fucking slut. Suck me till I come down your throat.”