As much as I want him to see her perfect skin ravished and purple with my marks, it wouldn’t be appropriate. I get it but, fuck, I need everyone to quit trying me. Besides, showing my marks means she’ll have to wear something with a low neckline and I’m not having that.
“Ready?” Emma asks. I shake my head discreetly. “We’ll be a few minutes, Mom.”
“I’ll meet you two there.” Pamela waves and walks out of the door.
I bring my thumb to her lips and wipe her pink lipstick off.
“Hey.” She exclaims but doesn’t argue, practically bouncing out of her shoes.
“Why are you so hyper?”
“Not hyper, nervous. Why didn’t we leave with my mom?”
I grab her hand and twirl her when she inches closer to me, giving her an appreciative once over. My necklace looks beautiful against her soft skin. I adjust it so that it’s more prominent. “Just wanted to study you.” I tell her, tilting my head down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
Opening the door for her, I head towards the car.
She shakes her head as she points across the street. “They live there.”
I laugh at the proximity of their houses. I wonder how many times he tried something with her, and she declined. Even though they lived so close together, he never got to do anything with her. She declined every guy that’s tried her entire life, until me. As though she was waiting for me all along.
We walk in and are immediately greeted by his smiling parents. All the while, my arm is firmly wrapped around her waist, staking my claim. I watch in satisfaction as Caleb’s eyes go wide with shock at the sight of me. We greet them back before heading for the dining room. Pamela finishes setting the table before the parents go to grab some wine in the kitchen.
The fucker approaches us then. “Hey, I’m Caleb.”
I pull my arm away from Em’s side for a moment to shake his hand and pull him close. He’s short and I have to lean down to his height.
Quietly, I say, “If you ever text my girl anything like that again, I will pound your face into the cement.”
It may be overkill, but the horrified look on his face tells me he understands the gravity of my words.
Or not.
∞∞∞
I place my hand gently on the soft skin of her neck and whisper, “Throat still sore baby?”
She turns crimson and giggles at me, swatting at me to stop.
I enjoy the awkward silence as the scrawny fuck wiggles around in his seat. Good, I make him uncomfortable. I spend dinner watching him as I talk business with his father. I see him sneak glances at my girl. Mine. She’s my fucking girl.
Didn’t I already threaten him?
I want to reach across the table and beat the fuck out of him. Grab his stupid blonde hair and slam his skull against the wooden table until he can’t see. So he can never look at her again.
Once the parents exit to the kitchen, I do the next best thing I can think of.
When I see him glance at her chest – even though her dress is a high neckline, her tits are so nice and perky they’re just out there – I slide my hand up her upper thigh. She bites her lip, exactly what I wanted. Emma has barely acknowledged him since we got here and, at this moment, she’s looking at me.
But I’m not looking at her just yet. I want to tell Caleb the reason Emma isn’t speaking much is because her throat is sore from my cock last night. I fucked her throat so hard that every time she speaks or coughs, she can still feel me deep down her throat. And the reason she is walking funny is because I pounded her tight pussy hard last night while she obediently laid on the floor for me.
But I will never say those things and give him a visual of her. He can imagine all he wants, but he will never get to see her that way. I don’t want her to feel awkward, and he’s not that important to have a man to man conversation with. Besides, he’s hardly a man considering he cheated and hurt my girl.
Caleb watches her lower lip before turning his attention to me.
I glare him down with an expression that could kill, before turning to my angel. I cup her cheeks protectively with one hand as she puckers her lips out for a kiss. Instead, I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and nibble. I stop before she moans. I won’t let him hear such a beautiful fucking sound.
I grab the back of her head and tilt her face up to mine. Gently, I melt my mouth around hers. Before my lips leave hers, I make eye contact with him, watching his face turn blood red. He hastily gets up from the table and I laugh deeply before returning my attention to Emma.
Eighteen
Aiden holds the door open as we step inside. I’m glad dinner was early so it will still be somewhat light out on our way back to the city. My mom stayed to help Regina clean up so we’re waiting to say goodbye to her.
Aiden grabs my bags from my room and places them in my trunk, before going around the house and looking at the photos of me as a child. He offered to drive me back to Portland and get someone to tow the car, but I refuse to let him spend more money on me.
My stomach clenches as he picks up my favorite picture off the mantel.
He examines the photo of Dad, Mom and I.
We were camping that summer. I was about twelve. My awkward bangs sat above my cheesy grin and my parents looked so proud on either side of me. It was the last vacation we went on before he passed away.
Aiden walks over to me, the picture in his hands. “Love the bangs,” He jokes.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my throat.
His voice turns more serious. “I’m sorry about your father. Ashley mentioned his passing when I asked her about you.” He gives me a weak smile.
“Thanks, it’s okay.” I give my usual response.
He carefully sits it down on the mantel before pulling me in a tight hug. “Don’t do that with me. It’s not okay. Fuck okay.” He pulls back to study my face. “You never have to pretend with me. It fucking sucks losing a parent. Trust me, I know.”
I feel extremely selfish. Is he talking about his mom? I look up at him, not sure what to say.
“I know you didn’t know. Don’t feel bad for not knowing.” My heart breaks for him, for us. “I don’t talk about it and Ashley wouldn’t have told you because I don’t like anyone knowing my business. Things have changed.”
I want to ask a question out of curiosity, I hope it doesn’t upset him. I look down at his black boots and take a deep breath.
He lifts my head. “You can ask,” He encourages.
I nod. “How?”
“Car accident.” He sighs. “After a fight with my piece of shit father. If she wouldn’t have kept coming back to him, she wouldn’t have even been there. It was raining and she was so upset, I wasn’t there.” His profile is haunting as he remembers the tragic day he lost his mom.
Who could understand me more than him?
“Thank you,” I say genuinely. “I’m sorry you lost your mom.” I kiss his cheek as he holds me for a moment.
I suck in a deep breath. “About my dad–”
He cuts me off. “Baby, you don’t have to. I just wanted you to know more about me.”
I don’t take his confiding in me lightly. I give him a weak smile. “I want the same.” I count to three. “He was a detective. A good one at that.”