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“Ah there he is.” Penny moans getting herself off by grinding on my semi-hard dick. She kisses down my neck and I fake a groan to keep her there. She can give me as many hickeys in the world to mark me as hers as long as I don’t have to fuck her. I know she’s becoming impatient. I trail my fingers down her neck and grip her hair tight. She whimpers as I tug, bringing her eyes back to mine and she smiles. I used to be willing to kill to have her smile like that at me. To have her want me this way, but now that I know what true love feels like I can’t help but feel sorry for her. She loves games too much to actually let her walls down and let someone in.
She grew up learning how to be the perfect Stepford wife, and I think that is what has turned her into such a conniving, manipulative bitch. She wasn’t always like this. At one point she was my best friend. My first crush. I miss that girl.
She wiggles down the bed and runs her nails down my chest. I try and will my dick to get harder but he’s protesting. He only wants Cara, but he can’t have her. Until we get the evidence back from Penny, this is all we get.
What a miserable existence we’re destined to have.
Sixteen
Memphis
“So tell me about her?” Dolly asks me when I enter the kitchen. She’s sitting there on the countertop, drinking coffee, wearing my shirt from yesterday. I bite my lip and take in her honey-colored hair. “Keep looking at me like that cowboy and we won’t be leaving this kitchen,” she says while spreading her legs, showing me she's not wearing panties. I move closer and step in between her thighs.
“Cowboy huh?” I can’t help but laugh. “If I remember correctly you were the cowgirl last night.” She smacks my arm and gently pushes me away, but I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her ass to the edge. I press my lips to hers, before biting the bottom one. She moans and grips my hair tighter, making me kiss her harder. I don’t know where that shy girl from the first night went, but Dolly has turned into a hellcat in the sheets and I can honestly say I'm not complaining.
We have been having a few issues lately, but ever since Cara agreed to join the tour Dolly has been the perfect booty call. I still won’t call her my girlfriend and we're not exclusive, but it’s nice having someone always around when I need to fuck.
I pull back from her and she grips my dick through my jeans, rubbing me. Moving her lips down my neck, leaving small bites. She loves to mark me. Show everyone I’m hers. Usually I would be throwing her on her ass, but I kinda like it. A phone vibrates on the counter, and I pull away with a groan, moving to grab it. It’s my mom. I swear she knows when Dolly and I are about to fuck. She’s interrupted us four times in the past few days.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Hi sweetheart, how are you?”she asks in her soft tone. Dolly hops off the counter with a roll of her eyes. She doesn’t like my mom and the feeling is mutual, which I don’t understand.
“I’m good. Just got home from rehearsal. Was going to order some dinner. How are you?” I ask ignoring Dolly as she stomps around the kitchen, being as loud as possible.
“I’m good honey. I miss you. I know you're busy. I just wanted to let you know that Cara is on her way to you. She decided to leave early and get settled before jumping into the studio with you guys. I’ll be honest honey, I don’t think this is what’s best for her right now. She’s going through some stuff. She’s not the same girl you remember. So just keep an eye on her okay?”
What’s wrong with Cara?
“Yeah, Mom. Of course I’ll watch her. Always.” She sighs down the line, and I catch the shake in her voice when she makes an excuse to get off the phone. She’s hiding something. She never was good at keeping secrets from me. I’ll have to do some investigating later. Maybe Cara knows. We hang up and I open my messages, pulling up my group chat with the band.
Me: Cara is headed to Nashville. Let’s give her the weekend then jump in the studio. I’m hoping to get some writing in with her.
Mikey: Hell yeah! Can’t wait to meet her in person. How’s Dolly taking this news? She’s becoming a bit clingy, man.
Alex: Is she single?
I growl at that and Dolly looks up from the takeout menu to give me a look.
Me: Doll is fine. Leave her to me. Cara is not available to the likes of any of you guys. Off limits!!!!
Mikey sends back some laughing emojis and Alex an eye roll one. I’m dreading tomorrow when we ship him off to rehab. He doesn’t know it’s coming. He thinks Cara is joining just to help us with some new tracks. This is what’s best for him. I care about the asshole. I just hope he doesn’t hate me in the end.
“So you never answered my question,” Dolly says, coming closer, reading over my shoulder with a scoff. I think back to what she asked earlier, but I’m drawing a blank. She must take my lost expression as a clue, because she giggles and rolls her eyes.
“I asked what your sister was like?” I cringe at the wordsister,and she gives me a pout. I think of a way to describe my shortcake, but she’s indescribable.
“She’s funny, beautiful inside and out, talented, crazy smart. I think you guys will really get along.” At least I hope they will. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda freaking out about being alone with Cara.
I have Dolly and I think she still has her harem of men, but I still love her. Not sure that will ever change. And the fantasies lately with her and Lay have become hotter and hotter. I adjust myself just thinking about it.
“I’m sure we will. As long as she doesn’t touch my stuff, we'll be like two birds in a nest.”Stuff? Does that include me too?I can’t help but think that’s what she means. I give her a grin and move closer. I stand behind her and kiss her neck, before bending her over the counter. A gasp of air leaves her lips, as I run my hand up her thigh, under my shirt.
“Such a naughty little miss. No panties,” I growl into her ear. She shivers and moans when my hand grips her thigh tight. I lift it and place it on the counter, bent at the knee, leaving her pussy glistening just for my tongue to lick. I bend low and give her a few licks, staying away from where she wants me.
“Daddy, please,” she whines and I stop, backing away. Nope, not for me. She looks at me over her shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
