Page 125 of Twisted Truths


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Who the hell does he think he is?

He started the car and the further we drove from the pub, the greater the tension grew between us.

Anger and lust were at war within me, and I opted for anger first. “Your mother’s a … a … fuck! Anything I want to call her would be an insult to the damn animal or object!”

“I know.” His voice held no anger, which fueled my rage.

“Well, Mr. Know-it-all, did you know she threatened me when I was pregnant?” I slapped my hands on my thighs. “Or that she came over after you left to tell me what a piece of shit I am?”

“No. And yes.” Again his voice was soft, and held no anger.

“You bastard.” I sneered. “You knew.”

“Only that she came over this morning.” His even voice was a slap to my face.

“You know what, Henry Walsh? You can suck. My. Ass.” I huffed and turned my head away. A lone tear made its way down my cheek.

This fucking family. Making my life hell. I’m over it.

I stuck up my middle finger and pressed it against his face before crossing my arms over my chest. “Take me home.”

Henry

When I got to the pub, she was standing at the bar trying to get another beer. For being a six pack in, she was holding together pretty damn good.

But I saw her wobble at the bar, and she smelled like she’d been in the back swimming in a vat.

I needed to get her home, undressed, and fed.

And my beautiful doll made it clear that she wasn’t going to make this easy.

Her hot mouth wrapped around my finger sent all my blood to my dick, and I wanted to feel those lips wrapped around me. Sucking my crown before bobbing.

Then her anger came out. She had every right to be pissed off. And she went right to the heart of the issues.

My mother.

I wanted to know more about her threatening her when she was pregnant. But only so I could file it away in the file I had full of reasons my mother wasn’t ever allowed back in my life and my sons’ lives.

As far as sucking her ass?

Oh I planned to. Along with her beautiful pussy. That woman was going to drown me in her juice.

I’d heard about how hot make up sex was. And we’re long past due for it.

She didn’t speak the rest of the trip,not evento complain when I pulled in at my house. I killed the engine, got out, and went around to open her door.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned her blue eyes to me. “Gonna let me out?”

I stepped back, giving her room, and she stepped out of the car. I motioned for her to head towards the front door, but she walked towards the back of the house.

“Miranda?”

She held up her arm, flipping me the bird and kept walking.

Pressing my lips together, I counted to ten and then jogged after her. Before she could open her mouth, I scooped her and tossed her over my shoulder. Again.

My hand came down on her ass. “That’s for shoving me away!” I swatted her again. “That’s for thinking I valued anything my mother has to say.” And another swat. “That’s for thinking getting hammered would help!”

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