“Dad, she’s my age, are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, she’s something else, you and her could actually relate to each other on a certain level.” I hint at the mother situation.
Melissa’s breath hitches again. “Her mom hurt her?” The doctor’s notes I read suspect the mother, and while I don’t know for sure, it wouldn’t be her father, or the man she knows as her father. I’ve watched the house and he seems to visit regularly. If he had abused her, I doubt the bitch would let him on her property.
“She doesn’t know I know, but yeah, she did.”
“I’ll give her a chance when we meet, but does she know you have a grown-ass daughter?” Melissa laughs.
Shit, I don’t think I said anything about that yet. But there is always time for that later. “Not yet, but she will when we go on our date tomorrow.” Justine probably doesn’t even know how old I am.
“What does she do for a living?”
“She’s an author.”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, shit. I think I know of her! Now that you say Justine, it wouldn’t happen to be Justine Reid, would it?”
My brows furrow, “Yes?”
“Damn, dad, she writes hardcore biker romances. She’s got a bit of other shit going on, too, but for the most part she’s a biker writer.”
Well, fuck, my daughter’s already a fan. “You like her books?”
“Dad, I love her books, just the right amount of spice and real life thrown into something that’s fiction.” Makes me wonder where she gets inspired from and if she’ll write another book based on me.
“Daddy, can I call mommy, please?” Emily calls out from the doorway of her room.
“Gotta go, Emily just asked to call her mom.”
“Damn, April still trying to brainwash her?”
Melissa barely sees Emily because April is sure she’ll turn the kid against her. April hates Melissa because she’s my kid, no other reason. April thought she was getting somewhere with me, instead she only got my dick, and not even for long. But each day that passes, makes me want to keep Emily to myself, and tell April to fuck herself.
That bitch cost me my wife, purposely putting her in Vicky’s class. Bitch knew not to mess with me after we had words about that shit, but damage was done. Vicky put up with a lot of shit, but seeing my kid with her own two eyes, she was done.
I tried to get Vicky back, but she was in love with my brother, the brother I thought was dead, her first love. I knew I could never compete with him, so I let her go. But that woman, she drew me in, I wanted her, needed her, and now I’ve lost her.
Justine reminds me of her in more ways than one, but it’s different at the same time. Maybe I’m clinging onto the past, I don’t know. I won’t know until I have Justine underneath me, screaming my name.
The first time I have her it’s going to be in front of my club, making my point across to the brothers.
“Dad? You still there?” Melissa asks, breaking me from my thoughts. Shit, didn’t realize I went so far off track.
“Yeah, Melly, but I’m gonna let you go. Love you, kid.” I hang up and hand the phone to Emily.
Chapter Twelve
Justine
I finish my makeup and look in the mirror. Smoky eyes are totally my thing, with a winged flair out. This is exactly what I’m going for tonight, edgy. My bright-rainbow hair is done up in curly waves and my little black dress is on point.
Now just to add my knee-high boots and I’m set. Once done, I grab my handbag that matches my shoes and head out, only stopping in the entry way to the living room to say bye to Tomas and his guest. During our meal she was okay, but she was still off with me the entire time. She didn’t appreciate me talking about all my memories with Tomas, but what did she expect?
They look cozy on my leather couch and when I clear my throat, they startle apart. “I’m heading out now, I’ll be back late, no need to wait up for me.” I give Tomas a small smile.
He looks me over and his eyes go heavy, he knows exactly what I’ll be up to tonight, this is my ‘getting laid’ outfit and he clenches his jaw. If he didn’t like it, he didn’t have to break up with me. But that’s on him.
“Be safe,” he says and I shoot him a wink as I notice Sharon from the corner of my eye. glaring at me.
I head out and meet my Uber driver at the end of my driveway.
THE CLUB IS PACKED as I make my way through the throng of people to the bar. Once there, I order a gin and tonic and watch the room. I’ve always been a people watcher, but tonight, I’m looking for something specific. Someone to scratch this itch I have. And since Tomas doesn’t want it any more, well, that leaves me open to many possibilities.
“Name?” a stony-looking man to my left demands.
“Justine, you?” I raise a brow.
“Gunner.”
“Well, Gunner, how ‘bout a quickie?” He’s hot enough, tall, sandy-blond hair. Dark-brown eyes. Square jaw with just a touch of stubble on it. Yum. I lick my lips as I look him over and his eyes go heated.
He grabs my hand, and we move through the people and out to the back alley. And before I know it, my back is against the brick wall of the bar. “You wet for me?” he asks and runs his hand down my front to my pussy, cupping it. I buck into him needing more.
“What the fuck?” I hear roared. Looking up, I see the honey-brown eyes that taunt me. Hangman. My biker from down the street.
“Gunner, you’re touching my woman.”
Gunner shoves off me faster than I thought possible and quickly apologizes. Narrowing my eyes, I look to Hangman, “Who do you think you are? If I want to fuck him, I will damn well fuck him.”
“You’re mine, I’m also his president, so he listens to me.”
“Dude, I’m not yours,” I scoff.
He comes at me, yanking my hands above my head and slams his mouth on mine. And like the hussy I am, I’m into it, moaning into his mouth. He moves a hand from a wrist and moves it under my dress. I open my eyes the minute his finger touches my wetness, his hand moving perfectly to slide my underwear to the side.
“Not mine? You still want to stick with that?” he says as he inserts a finger inside me, I moan again, needing more.
He slides his finger out of me and puts it to his mouth, sucking. “Tastes sweet, tastes like mine.”
My jaw clenches at the realization he’s not gonna let me come. “Not yours.”
“Bitch, you’ll learn.” He motions to Gunner, and they take off out of the alley, leaving me wanting against the building.
Shit, he’s gonna be a bigger pain in my ass than I thought.
Chapter Thirteen
Hangman
“Ride that!” I growl as Shannan’s cunt tightens around my cock. Her back is to me as we face the mirror, best view in my opinion. I get a back and front view. This isn’t how I want to finish off, though, lifting her up, I throw her to the couch as I’m handed lube from a brother.
Squirting the liquid on her ass hole, I use my thumb to rub it in. “Anyone want her cunt while I fuck this ass?”