His Father

When we orgasm, we orgasm together but then I panic and pull away. I race into the shower, remove my clothes and spray my vagina without shame.

“I’m going to need another morning-after pill.” I sigh gravely when Sargent stands in the doorway laughing at me. “We’ve got to stop being so careless.”

His laughter stops and dims to a gentle smile. “Aren’t you at the doctor’s tomorrow for birth control?”

I nod. “I’d almost forgotten. I put it in my phone.”

“I’ll take you.”

“No, it’s fine.” I smile kindly. “I already asked Fidget. It’s during my lunch break.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” he says, stepping under the water and holding me from behind. He massages my sensitive breasts, paying extra attention to the piercing, as his lips move along my shoulder. “We should look into getting you a car and license.”

“I have a British license but I’m only here for another four months.”

He tenses and kisses my shoulder. “Perhaps we can do something to elongate that? If you wanted to stay of course.”

“Are you asking me to stay?” Hope swells in my chest. Could he be? Does he love me that much? Will I stay if I can?

“I don’t know, I don’t want you to feel pressured. Let’s just take it one step at a time.”

I nod and sag against his chest.

“So.” He clears his throat. “Will you be smoking some wacky backy later, as you call it?”

I know what he’s asking for, this is why I giggle and turn in his wet arms. My fingers trace the tattoo that spans from the back of his right shoulder, to his hip and across some of his spine. It’s incredible. He’s incredible. “I’ll do anything you want, it’s your birthday, just say the word.”

“You are too good to me.”

“I love you,” I admit, telling him for the second time and it’s true. I do. With all of my heart. Maybe it’s naïve but who cares? This feeling is amazing, why wouldn’t I cherish every moment while it lasts? “I’d do anything for you.”

Something flickers in his eyes, something akin to remorse. “Tempest, I…”

“Happy birthday to you!” Devon’s loud voice calls from out of the room.

I bite my lip and groan. “I really wanted to have more sex.”

“Later.” Sargent kisses me and gives me a gentle shove out of the shower.

I quickly dry, dress, and race to meet Devon downstairs before he comes looking for us.

“Morning, Pest,” he says kindly but then his smile falls. “What’s wrong? You look troubled.”

I am troubled. I can’t get the look on Sargent’s face out of my head when I told him I loved him and he didn’t say it back. Maybe he was trying to? No… it wasn’t that kind of look. It was one of regret.

Why do I get the horrible feeling this is all going to blow up?

My earlier thoughts on love suddenly feel extremely naïve. I don’t want to feel this way, not if it isn’t reciprocated. I’m such a child.

No, I’m likely being silly as he just asked me to stay not long ago. I’m reading into shit which is not something I typically do. I’ve always been a go-with-the-flow kind of girl.

I’m tarnishing the beautiful moment where he told me he loved me, by no longer trusting him and by questioning him. So I settle down and decide to throw him the best birthday imaginable.

By the end of the night, when he’s thoroughly spent, and we’ve had an amazing day together, I figure I made the right call.

Tempest

“Babe, wake up,” Sargent demanded as he ripped the blanket off my body.

“What’s wrong?” I blinked sleepily, peering around the dark room. “What time is it?”

“It’s past one in the morning, you need to get dressed.”

My panic skyrocketed. “Is it Maddox? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine… it’s us,” Sargent said quietly. “The FBI are on their way.”

“What?” I squeaked, diving out of bed, wondering if this was all a horrible nightmare.

It wasn’t a nightmare.

The FBI showed up minutes later and arrested Sargent. I screamed as they held me back and slammed him to the ground roughly. They handcuffed him but he didn’t speak, just looked at me with sad eyes.

They turned over his house, even going so far as to empty the pool and I was just made to sit there as they did so. They asked me questions but I didn’t answer. I didn’t speak. I didn’t say a word.

Because of that they arrested me too and Sargent… well he reacted in a way that got him Tasered.

“SHE’S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!” he bellowed, fighting against them. “Tempest, I am so sorry. Look at me. I’m sorry. I’m going to get you out of this, okay? I promise.”

I begged them to stop when they pinned him again, telling him it was his fault, he was making it harder on himself.