Jenny’s dad had also called the cops, so now there were three teams of officers in the house, and the twins started screaming upstairs. Lauren did everything to avoid being taken into custody, including accusing me of molesting the kids as well as claiming I was fucking an underage girl.
Jenny’s dad took care of the latter, but I had to do some fast talking to convince them not to take my kids. I gave them a copy of the video I had from the nursery from the day Lauren left, and they said they’d look up the police report as well, so now I have to wait to see if my girls are going to have to go through some kind of testing to prove I hadn’t been hurting them.
Now I wish I had thrown her ass out the window. But I was congratulating myself for having the foresight to go ahead and get the cops involved earlier instead of letting sentiment rule me because I’m pretty sure had I not done that and got that shit on record, the stunt she just pulled would’ve seen my girls being taken away on Xmas night. What a horrid bitch.
The funny thing is, I was more worried about Jenny’s dad and how he was going to react to this whole mess that I’d got his kid in the middle of. It wouldn’t be a good look to fight him before we were even married, but I wasn’t about to let Lauren cost me the best thing that ever happened to me in my life.
Jenny was already a part of me. The thought of her being gone, though not yet a reality, hurt more than I want to admit. So I watched her and her dad as they spoke with their heads close together while I stood back, holding the girls and planning my next move if he decides to take her out of my home.
In the end, all he did was tell me to upgrade my security system, which until now I had thought was the best. “Don’t worry, dad; I’ll take care of it,” Jenny said as she walked him to the door after the cops left with a wailing Lauren.
The house felt odd once everyone was gone, and if not for the tree and the lights, I would’ve forgotten what day it was. “Come on, let’s go put the girls back to bed.” Jenny took Emma from my arms and headed up the stairs leaving me to follow.
“Are you really okay, Jen? I’m sorry she spoiled what was an otherwise great day.”
“She didn’t spoil anything for me; she doesn’t have that kind of power.” I looked at her eyes to make sure she wasn’t just blowing smoke up my ass, and she honestly didn’t seem phased. Weird ass kid!
That night, after the girls were finally down, I followed her into the shower. There was so much I wanted to say to her, so much I felt sorry for. I know she said she wasn’t bothered, but I can’t help thinking that she was too young to deal with this shit.
In the shower, I pulled her into my chest and held her against me until the need to have her, taste her, became too much. The first kiss was soft and sweet until she pressed her body against mine and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Then the kiss became deep and hot, and I can’t believe how easy it was to forget my ex and all that had happened in the last few hours, just from the taste and feel of Jenny. It’s like she had some kind of magic touch that just made shit disappear or seem not as important as it should.
I got lost in her as I tried inhaling her into me, shoving my tongue deeper inside her mouth as my hand found its way between her thighs over her pussy. She opened her legs wider for my fingers, and I fed them to her one by one until she was up on her toes, riding my hand.
Out of nowhere, a sudden need hit me in the gut, and I pushed her back against the wall. “I need to taste you. Now!” I had her legs spread and one over my shoulder, opening her up for my mouth before diving into her with my tongue. She cried out and dug her nails in my hair as she flung her head back against the wall.
Her pussy was wet like she’d been waiting for me all along, and I lapped her juices as they fell from her. Her taste is unlike anything I’ve ever sampled, but as much as I wanted to eat her sweet cunt for hours, I wanted my cock in her more.
I slid up and in her in one move, holding her ass in my hands as I fucked into her nice and slow. She licked her essence from my face before feeding me her tongue as her hips picked up speed. It was then I realized she wasn’t afraid by what had happened; she was pissed. And she used her pussy to get rid of her mad.