I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know, but I was hoping that my ex-best friend wasn’t all bad.
I was wrong, though, which I found out in the next moment.
“She wanted him to expel you for having a relationship with me,” he continued. “There was more to it than that, but you don’t need to know the details.”
I studied his face, wary at what he would say, and nodded my head once. “Okay.”
If he said I didn’t need to know, then I would trust him on that.
And it felt good, having someone to trust. It was an amazing feeling, one that I didn’t think I’d ever had in Russell.
Speaking of Russell.
“I got a call today from my ex,” I murmured, lifting my arm to absently pet his chest.
He instantly stiffened at the mention of my ex, who he clearly had a dislike of.
“And?” he said shortly.
“He was backing off. His wife was under the assumption that I was going to force the child support issue, which I assured him I was not, and she said as long as I stay on ‘my side of the tracks’ that he wouldn’t pursue any extra time with Tallulah.”
Tommy growled.
“I don’t understand that,” he admitted. “The man has a perfect daughter, and he wants nothing to do with her,” he sighed. “I’ve known her for a short portion of her life, and she’s always in my thoughts. I see something at the damn store, when I’m there to shop for myself, and I leave with all kinds of shit for her and nothing that I even went there to get.”
I grinned.
“That sounds like something a parent would do,” I admitted to him, a laugh filtering out of my voice.
He gave me a strange look.
“If you offered that up to me, I’d take it in a heartbeat,” he told me softly, lifting his hand up and wrapping it around my head.
He pulled me into his chest, and I went willingly, his masculine scent surrounding me as I breathed it in.
Someone knocked on the door. I moved out of his arms to allow him to go answer it, and was unsurprised when he opened it and found his club members on the other side.
With beer in hand.
“Knew she would be here,” Big Papa murmured as he pushed his way through. “Brought you a couple of virgins.”
I waved two fingers at him.
“I’m twenty-one, now,” I told him. “No virgins for this girl.”
Tommy turned to me, his mouth gaping.
“When did you turn twenty-one?”
I scrunched up my nose. “Yesterday.”
When he was in jail went unsaid.
“Shit,” he growled. “I’ll make it up to you.”
I smiled.
I knew he would.
***
And he did, four hours later, as he slid deep inside of me.
I was already limp noodles by that point, though.
Four orgasms would do that to a woman.
“I can’t,” I shook my head as he pushed into me roughly. “I’m freakin’ dead.”
“One more,” he growled, squeezing the meat of my ass with both hands. “Pull your knees to your chest.”
I did, surprised that I was even able to control any of my extremities enough to make that happen.
The moment my knees touched my chest, he pulled his hard, thick cock all the way out, and then thrust back inside.
“Fuck you feel so good.”
“Yes,” I breathed, eyes closing. “You feel good, too.”
He growled and grabbed my feet in both hands, pushing my knees further into the bed and tilting my pelvis in the process. “And your pussy looks so good taking my cock.”
My eyes slowly opened, and I looked down to where we were joined.
“It does,” I confirmed, looking at where we were connected.
It looked almost painful, how wide I was stretched for him.
His cock looked angry as it invaded me with hard, brutal thrusts.
And when he pulled back completely to allow the head of his cock to rest at the brink of my entrance, I gasped.
He was glistening with my juices, and my pussy fluttered open and closed as it begged silently for him to slide back inside.
“Tommy,” I gasped. “Please.”
I couldn’t make myself look away from the sight.
Not when he placed himself back inside me.
Not when he pulled back out. Again and again. Over and over until I thought I’d go crazy.
And not even two minutes later, when he pulled out one final time to come.
I bit my lip as I watched his hard cock twitch, hot splashes of come landing on the lips of my pussy and pubic hair.
“Jesus Christ, watching you watch me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” he rumbled low in his throat.
I agreed. Watching him was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen, too.
Chapter 24
Some things are better left unsaid, which I generally realize after I’ve said them.
-Fact of Life
Tommy
“Sir,” I held out my hand.
Judge Slater took me in, studied every single detail about me, and returned the handshake.
“I don’t like you, you know,” he murmured darkly, dropping my hand.
Tallulah, who’d been in his other arm, lunged for me, and I instinctively caught her.
“I know,” I confirmed his dislike.
He watched me bring Tallulah up against my chest, and narrowed his eyes.
“I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”
He sighed and gestured to the seat that I still hadn’t taken.
Once I sat, he followed suit, and he studied me for a few long moments.
“Your parents and I worked closely to find you something that would benefit you. Not just get you out of my hair.”
I snorted.
“I hated everyone and everything for a few short years, and I took that out on the wrong person,” I admitted. “I should’ve never gotten that out of control, I could’ve hurt someone,” I cleared my throat.
We paused in our discussion to allow the waitress to take our order, and didn’t pick back up again until she’d delivered our drinks.
“I dropped the restraining order a while ago,” he told me.
“I know that,” I told him. “Though, I half expected you to call the cops on me the moment I stepped foot inside.”
Judge Slater started to chuckle.
“It was seeing you with Tallulah that changed my mind. That day in the driveway,” he blew out a breath. “Never seen her like that, not even with her father. She only likes my wife, me, and Tally. Seeing you holding her…I knew.”
“You knew what?” I asked.
“That you were going to take her from me.”
I blinked.
“I won’t…” I started to say, but he held up a hand.
“She’ll no longer be mine. She’ll be yours and mine, and I’m okay with that.”
I looked down at the baby in my arms, Tallulah’s fat, chubby thighs the focus of my attention for a few long seconds while I composed myself.
“I know I’m not good enough for your daughter.”
He waited until I returned my attention to him before he said what he had to say next.
And it was a damn good thing I was in the middle of a crowded restaurant, or I damn well might’ve broken down and sobbed like a fifteen-year-old girl.
“One day, when Tallulah finds a boy, I hope that you feel the same way I’m feeling right now.”
I look at him sharply.