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Chapter
Seven
ADON
Like she planned it all out, she’s wearing some tiny flowery dress just to set my dick to rock-hard capacity. When I press her back against the building, she gasps so sweetly, panting heavily against my lips. That same intoxicating patchouli scent makes me want to lick the plush opening of her mouth, but with every ounce of self-control I possess, I refrain. Instead, I dig into my jeans and unzip them, letting my pulsing cock breathe.
The sigh that leaves my chest isn’t just from setting it loose. It’s also knowing that I’m about to get some relief. Once I’m inside her, that’s it. No more tortured nights jerking off to this little pixie.
Checking with her widened spring green eyes, I hook a finger in her soaked panties and pull them aside. Of course she’s wet. This girl needs what I’m about to give her. All fucking ten inches of it. Some of me waits to see if she’ll remember her safe word and use it, but Rosy cheeks stays silent for once. As if reading my mind, she tucks that dusty, pouty, bratty lip neatly under her front teeth. So I line up and plunge in with a growl against her ear as she makes a high-pitched squeal in mine.
“God damn ! You’re so—” I draw myself out as much as I can, but her cunt has a grip on my steel dick. “ Fucking tight.”
I’m pretty sure my dick has never felt this good before. It weeps inside of her in response to the vise grip she puts it under. The air runs ragged out of my chest as I glance at where we’re joined, knowing if her skirt was out of the way, I’d probably see her pussy trying to stuff me back inside with all its strength.
With a breathy whine, her smooth hand pinches the base of my neck, pulling me back until our gazes meet with stunned expressions. Maybe she understands just how amazing this feels. Some spark of energy shooting between our connected bodies. Oddly, I don’t just think it’s from being inside her.
Little green eyes narrow as she spits out, “No. You’re just too fucking big .” As if she can’t breathe, her voice strains as it comes out of her clenched jaw while I rapidly thrust myself in to make her stop talking. It works. Her grunt escapes with a hiccup when I reach the hilt.
With an iron will, I focus on not kissing her. My dried lips hover just over hers, tingling from the closeness of our skin. She huffs heated breaths inside my mouth, and the scent brings back the memory of her on my lap at the club. My cock throbs and aches at the recollection of the utter need I’ve built up for this since I met her.
When I drag myself back out and shove in again, my eyes squeeze closed, trying to memorize the sensation for later. Each time I enter, I’m trying to capture the feeling and tuck it deep inside my brain.
The urge to join her body everywhere overwhelms me, especially when her big eyes grow wider and drop to my lips. They flame under her inspection. So I don’t fuck this up, I latch my mouth onto the crook of her neck and suck her warm skin, then rake my teeth across in a playful bite that has a faint moan crawling up her throat. All the while, my hips work to cram inside her again. And again.
My pace picks up as her whimpers grow desperate. Plunging with rapidity, the sound of our bodies smacking together echoes off the brick walls that surround us. Noises from the street don’t even register in my ears. It’s only us fucking. The melodic jazz is dirty and erotic.
My balls tingle with the need for release, if I could just fit more in. Her legs spread wider to accommodate me, but the girl is tiny .
An autumn breeze blows through the alley and carries her dress up with it. My palms grip the thick globes of her ass as I hitch her up higher. When I do, her nails cling to the front of my T-shirt, trying to hold on. “You want a daddy? You’ll get one, you naughty brat.” Shifting my weight, I set her fully on my length, now buried so deep inside her, we both gasp. I slap her ass hard as her jaw drops.
“Oh!” she squeaks once.
With another swat, her eyes tear up. “What do you say when I spank you, Rosy?”
As if she’s lost in ecstasy, her eyes can’t even focus on my face. “I-I don’t know…”
“You say…” My cock pulses and my balls fill with an impending release. But she needs to hear me first. “Thank you, daddy, for punishing me. Let me hear it.”
“Th-thank you, daddy! Oh my god!” As her neck stretches up to the gray sky, she loses control of her limbs, which shake violently. My grip on her waist and legs tightens as I pummel swiftly inside, chasing her orgasm with my own. The sight of her flushed face with mauve traveling down to her pert breasts is enough to make me explode.
With a final shove, I spurt everything I have within her wet cunt, so deep that I hope it’s never coming out. Groaning roughly, my face buries in her neck as I catch my breath and pant out, “So proud of you. Good little Rosy girl.”
It’s only a few moments before she’s shoving her shoulders into my chest. I drop her, taking a step back with my hands up. She slides down the bricks while gazing up at me with defiance, albeit on shaky legs and with a dazed look in her eyes. My jaw sets with just as much irritation. She thinks she can play with me the way she has, be such a fucking brat everywhere and not pay the toll?
While I contemplate exactly what to say and stuff myself back in my jeans, the little girl raises her palm and slaps the shit out of my cheek. The hit stuns more than hurts, and I lay my hand over the heated area as she grabs her bag and sprints down the alleyway, away from me without another word or glance. Part of me wants to follow, but the other half has no idea why.
I got what I came for. That’s it. Just this once.
Some items spill from her purse, landing haphazardly in the blowing wind. Hurrying to the pile, I scan what has dropped, and my gut twists into a knot. My eyes squeeze shut as doom comes over my chest. An unopened condom lays abandoned on the ground.
Fuck.
What did I just do?
Running my hands over the sides of my head, I pace, trying to calm myself. I mean, if she’s a member of the club, she’s clean. I should be just fine.
I don’t even want to think about birth control.
Bending over, I gather whatever was knocked loose from her stuff and shove it in my pocket. How did I lose control so easily?
I shuffle back to the parking lot slowly, taking deep breaths to rid the pain settling inside my heart.
I know how. Because I couldn’t save the poor woman in the cafe. The one who died under my hands. Her face turned red, then blue. The one losing air that I couldn’t give her.
Visions cloud my mind of the nights I’d have to revive Eli when he’d overdose. Terror makes my arteries buzz as I remember a teenaged Adon saving his brother. Trying to maintain a job to support Rhodes and get him to college like my parents wanted. Keeping the house clean while working a full-time and part-time job.
I stare up at the gray sky and wonder if Mama and Papa are looking at me now. I can’t help but feel like I’d be an utter failure in their eyes despite having the mechanic shop.
Divorce, Eli in prison, and now, letting a strange woman die in my hands. Fucking some young woman in an alleyway without a condom.
Shit . What if she gets pregnant?
Tate rings my phone, probably worried about me not showing up for work. As I hop in my car, I play the call through the speakers.
“Hey, sorry. There was an accident at the coffee shop, and I had to stay behind to tell the police what happened.”
A drill whizzes in the background, then stops as Tate hurries to interrupt. “What? What kind of accident?”
“Lady had some type of medical reaction or something. Not sure. I had to give her CPR, but it didn’t work.” Clearing my throat, I swallow before speaking again. It’s embarrassing to say out loud. “She died.”
“Wow! That sucks. You taking the rest of the day off? We can manage here, man.”
I’ve never taken a day off in my life. But if I’m making completely irrational decisions, like what I just did with Piper, maybe I need it. “I think I will. I’ll see you tomorrow. But if you need anything, call me.”
“You got it, Adon. We’ll hold down the fort.”
By the time I make it home, the kids are getting dropped off by their carpool. It’s good because it will keep me out of my head. Already planning a board game night, I feel some of the day’s tension leaving my shoulders. Alighting from my truck, Odin blazes past me with a quick hi and bye, slamming the door as he goes inside. I raise a hand to wave at Jayliah and her mom, but they just sit in the driveway and smile back.
Avery rushes out, and I widen my arms to give her a hug, but she brushes me off and scurries into the garage. “Dad, I’m spending the night with Jay. She and I are going to study for our Mesopotamian history test.”
Following her in the door, I scratch my head as she walks with more speed than I’ve seen her move in years. “Wait, what? Who said you could go?”
With a toss of her backpack on her bed, she stuffs her overnight bag with clothes. She pauses at my question and raises her eyebrows, then scoffs. “ Dad ! Come on! Can I go? Jay has an A in there!”
“That’s because she failed a year.”
Her face heats to red, and she slams her mouth closed into a tight line. Shoving a shoulder into my belly, she rolls her eyes and hurries into her bathroom, tossing more girl stuff into the open duffel. I know she’s angry, but I try to get her to stay. “I can help you study. And I thought we’d get pizza and play a game tonight.”
She throws a hand on her hip, just like Em used to do when we’d argue. “No. I want to study with my stupid friend.”
She’s been best friends with Jay since they were three years old. I know I’ve messed up by bringing up her academic failures to Avery, so I relent. Crossing my arms, I take a step back as she finishes packing up. “Fine.”
As I make my way back to the garage, Odin rushes by me again with his new Lego set under his arm. “Dad, going to Cayden’s house. I’ll be back after dinner. Love you, bye!”
I blink rapidly as I watch him sprint three houses down and knock on the neighbor’s door. Okay…
When I approach Jay’s car, Debbie puts down her window and gives me a wry smile. “She didn’t tell you, did she?”
I lean over the window and shake my head. “Nah, but it’s fine. You okay with her coming over tonight? A school night?”
She pats my hand as it lies on the frame of the car. “Of course, Adon. Mike’s out of town for the rest of the week on business, so it’ll be nice to have her over. I’ll make sure they get to sleep tonight for their test. Uh…I talked to Emily first about this.” My neck stiffens. Doesn’t Deb trust my opinion? As Avery’s father? “Only because I thought Avery was staying with her this week. I’m still not used to you guys not being together, sorry.”
Shrugging, I take a step back as Avery slides into the back of the car and looks away from me. “Avery, I love you. Behave and study hard. You, too, Jay.”
Jay gives me a shy smile that betrays her personality. “Thanks, Mr. Griffin!”
Back in the house, I sit on the sofa and crack open a beer. Something digs into my pockets, and I empty them on the table. Unopened condoms, regular, and dental dams flop out, as well as a credit card and an employee ID for the local library. Looking at the picture, I see a perky Piper Hendricks smiling brightly, wearing a yellow shirt with polka dots on it. She’s worked at the library for a few years, it seems. If she’s been frequenting Rainy Day and the library, she must love books…just like me.
The day’s events rush to me again, and I flip on the evening news to see if anything happened after we left.
I take a swig from the bottle, but Rosy’s picture keeps staring back at me. Obviously, I need to take her stuff back to her. I can’t just give it to Eli or Essa. Then I’d have to explain how I got it. If this girl exposes my identity as Daddy Don and I can’t go back to the club, maybe I should just use her instead of my standing Friday dates. Make some arrangement with her.
She said she wanted a daddy. It’s obvious she needs one. I could be that for her. Just that and nothing more. But I need to make sure she’s not going to get knocked up.
My heart skips a beat as the news anchor interrupts my thoughts. “A woman died today at the local coffee shop, Rainy Day Books. The victim had one cup of coffee and may have suffered from an unknown medical condition that caused her death. The city’s coroner is performing an autopsy, but police say they haven’t ruled out foul play. Further details have not been released. Meghan Martinez was forty-one and is survived by her husband, Professor Dennis Harrison, and his son, Sean.”
Foul play…
Was the woman murdered?