Leaning his forehead to mine, he continues to thrust inside of me, I can feel myself teetering on the edge and I’m not expecting it when he flicks the shower head on, lining it directly with my clit, and I instantly go into convulsions. He groans out as he pistons his hips into me erratically until he slows. He remains inside of me as him and I stand in the shower, he’s still holding one leg up.
Leaning down, he kisses me once more before he sighs and slowly removes himself.
We finish showering and getting dressed before we walk outside, and I’m surprised when he moves to the car, walking around with me and opening the door. When we make it to the edge of town, he reaches across the center console, and squeezes my leg.
Reaching down, I grasp his hand with my own, and he smiles at me. He raises his hand and interlocking our fingers together, lifting it to his lips and placing a kiss on the top of my hand. He moves our hands back across to where I sit, resting them in my lap, then weaving his fingers into the holes of my jeans, pinning my hands between the two.
Even with his reassuring hold on my hand I’m still fucking nervous.
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“Mom.” Sadie says as the door opens to show a woman who looks to be an older version of her.
“Sadie.” Her mom deadpans as she looks at her daughter. “What are you doing here?” She snaps at her as she steps out onto the porch, quickly shutting the door behind herself. “You cannot just show up here almost a year later and expect everything to go back to normal.”
“Mom—”
“No, for fuck’s sake, where have you been for all this time?”
“Mom...” She whispers to her mother, trailing her sentence off, as if she’s afraid to say anything to her to actually tell her what has happened, that it wasn’t her fault. I can see it written all over her mother’s face that it doesn’t matter what Sadie says, she’s not going to believe her. Every time her mother speaks to her like that it pisses me off more.
“Ma’am.” I speak up, placing my hand on the small of Sadie’s back and her mother looks at me, rolling her eyes. I’m not sure if it’s the kutte or the tattoos that winds up my neck. “With all due respect, she’s trying.” I understand now why she didn’t want to come here.
“With all due respect you have no clue what the hell you’re talking about.” I suck my teeth to keep from snapping at her. “I’m tired of dealing with her inconsistency, her addictions, all the fucking drugs. We cannot have that in our lives.”
I can’t help but smirk as I push my fingers to her back harder to make sure she knows that I’m here. “I’ve been with your daughter every day for the last 6 weeks. I’ve watched her get clean.”
“Great, another boyfriend.” She rolls her eyes. The door pulls open and a man stands in the doorway holding a small child.
A giggle comes from the door, redirecting my attention to the small child, Sadie’s mom turns around and nods for the man to close the door. But I see the little boy’s eyes when he sees Sadie, as if he remembers her. Maybe he does, not consciously because he had to have been too small to have memories of her, but his being knows who she is.
“Linc…” Sadie trails off as she her face simultaneously grows with joy and saddens.
“No.” Her mother tells her, holding up her hand. “You’re not doing this. He’s getting old enough now that he’s going to remember you coming in and out of his life. No, Sadie. I’m putting my foot down. You can’t abandon your son and expect everything to be fine when you come back.” I can see Sadie’s reflection in the window as she looks down at the ground before she starts to turn.
“I’ll be right there.” I tell her, she nods her head before she walks down the steps.
“I’m not afraid of you.” Her mother stares up at me. “I’m used to my daughter’s thug boyfriends by now. None of you scare me anymore.”
I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “I’m not trying to intimidate you. Cause believe me, if I wanted to, I could. Doesn’t matter how many thug boyfriends you’ve seen.”
“What are you, 40?” She laughs out and even with all of that being true, I still don’t feel that old. She’s trying to intimidate me, which just means that she’s not used to Sadie’s ‘thug boyfriends’.
“Does it even matter.” I ask her pausing, waiting for an answer, but she just continues to stare at me, because I’m right it doesn’t matter how much fucking older than her that I am. “I want you to understand. I found your daughter drugged up out of her mind.”
“Typical, hopefully this one didn’t knock her up, as well.” I’m not sure if she’s assuming that she was with someone when I found her or if she is saying that she hopes that I didn’t knock her up. Jokes on her…
“Shut up.” I snap at her, and her eyes widen, slightly. I need to wrap this up before I actually end up terrifying her.
“You have no idea what it’s doing to him, the partying, taking off like that.” She mumbles.
“Actually, I kind of do.” I clear my throat as I look back to see Sadie cradling her head in her hands. “And there’s one reoccurring theme with all the kids throughout all my foster homes. They all want their moms to come back.” She looks down at the ground. “Long story short is this. I found her, she said she couldn’t leave cause he would kill her. Now, I’ve known those guys for a long time and she’s right, he would have, he’s probably still trying to, but I’m not going to let that happen. He’s a piece of shit. She left here that night to go unwind,” I can’t help but think of the major part of the story that she left out when she was telling me all of this. “She came home a couple days later but it didn’t matter. Because they drugged her that night. In fact, they kept her fucked up for days until she came home, adding more opioids to her system, increasing the dosage, until she was addicted. She never wanted any of this. She was feigning and was ashamed, that’s why she went back. For weeks she’s wanted to come back here. To get everything straight, but she was so terrified too. And with the way that you reacted… I can tell you; I fucking get it. And I fucking get why she was so ashamed to come and tell you what happened.” I nod my head quickly at her before I turn around and walk down the steps of the massive house and to the car.
Sliding in, I don’t say anything to Sadie as I back out of the driveway. Shifting into drive and skidding away from the house. I see her mother staring at us as we leave. Reaching over, I place my hand on her thigh, squeezing it before her hand comes down gripping onto my hand. Each sniffle that she tries to conceal tugs at my heart.
The car is quiet as I drive back towards the city, although my hand is still on her thigh and her fingers are still wrapped around it, the tension in the air is growing. We can both feel it.
