"No."
When Bebe laughs, I finally give in and look at her. She's so damn sexy in that shirt, and I'm fucking certain she's playing me.
"I'll pay for your food. That way you can save up and not worry so much about money."
"Doesn't seem fair."
"No, it doesn't."
"You want something."
"Lots of something," I say, looking at her tits. "And in many positions."
"So instead of F U C K I N G guys at Suede, I'll F U C K you, huh?"
Giving her a lazy grin, I shrug. "I'm better at it."
"Do I have to do it tonight, or can we wait until I know you won't bail on your promises to…?"
Bebe gestures towards Lula bouncing in excitement at what she's watching.
"I'm not bailing shit."
"Would it kill you to F U C K I N G spell your cuss words?"
"Yeah, probably. I can't spell for S H I T. Sorry, but I hated school, and the teachers all hated me. Well, not the one young teacher in high school. Yeah, she wanted to fuck me. I could tell. Women are obvious."
"Sorry we're not as subtle as you."
Grinning, I take her hand in mine. "I won't make your kid sad. Nothing worse than a crying baby."
Bebe studies her daughter then sighs. "I don't want her to get used to nice things then have them torn away."
"It's not so bad. I mean, better to have something for a short time than nothing all the time."
"I guess."
"When I was growing up, Child Services would take us to a foster home. The place was usually pretty nice, and we'd have a normal life. Then Mom would follow some rules set up by a judge, and Child Services would give us back to her. We'd end up in a shitty apartment while she worked a shitty job. The schools always sucked, and we didn't eat some nights. Eventually, Child Services took us away again, and we'd end up in another foster family since the last one didn't have room. It went on for years until Mom stopped pretending she wanted us back. After that, Ford and I got a real home for the rest of high school. Sure, it sucked moving back and forth, but it was still better than being with Mom the whole time." I pause, realizing Bebe is watching me in a tender way like I'm a charity case. "That's how I saw it anyway. Maybe your kid is different."
"What was your mom's problem?" Bebe whispers.
"Crystal meth."
Bebe's pity expression darkens. I know she'll sleep with me out of sympathy if I push the poor-me routine. As much as I'm looking forward to nailing Bebe, I want her to agree out of horniness. I'm no pity fuck.
Bebe gets quiet, and I know she's thinking about me as a kid. She can't help it. Since crapping a kid into the world, Bebe's always looking at things from a mom point of view. I see her doing the same thing with Ford and Shay sometimes, so it's not just me she needs to pity. I don't like it though. I'm a man, something she's fully aware of too. Hell, I catch her looking at me constantly like she's gone too long without dick.
Before she goes to bed, her last look she gives me is the mom pity smile. I roll my eyes at her concern.
"Ford will be back tomorrow," Bebe says, still working the pity look on her pretty face.
"I know."
"Good. I thought maybe you'd forgotten and that's why you were acting like a D O U C H E all night."
After sharing Bebe's grin, I tell Lula not to snore so loud tonight. The kid looks sad like I'm mad at her until I wink. Figuring me out, Lula grins and says good night to Folgers. In her hand, she's carrying the cup I got her. Man, kids are easy to please.
I'm grumpy after they go to bed because I'm horny and can't get laid. Normally, I'd call up some babe or head to the Suede. Maggie is always easy to talk into spreading. She likes me more than the other club guys, but that ain't saying much.
None of those women will do. The moment I walked into the house to retrieve Bebe from Taz, I've had it in my head that she's my next lay. My brain hasn't worked out how I'll manage to fuck her yet live in the same house as friends. I figure buying her kid's love will do it. If I win over Lula, Bebe won't have the heart to bail on me even after I bail on her.
I'm up for a few more hours before deciding the TV is only pissing me off. Before I go downstairs to my bedroom, I move quietly down the hall to check on Bebe and Lula. Their door is open, and I see them easily with the nightlight on. While Lula is mostly hidden under the blankets, Bebe sticks out on the top and bottom. I notice her feet uncovered and figure they'll get cold.
Stepping into the room, I carefully pull the blanket lower to cover her feet. I return to the door to watch them. I also think about Ford returning tomorrow. He might be a family man now, but he'll be happy to help kill Taz. I'll take the lead, especially wanting a shot at the fucker who gave Lula a beer and slapped Bebe.